Finding Humor in the Hard Stuff

Gratitude Day

What do you remember about your early
“Thanks and gratitude” day?
Thanksgiving this week.
I’m calling it “Official Gratitude Day.”

Bob and I came upon a LARGE tree branch blocking bike trail. Off we got to move it aside. Push, pull, twist, — progress. Final need was lifting branch to clear post. Heavy, heavy, we couldn’t lift high enough. Behind us a voice…

Hot Dogs to S’mores

My granddaughter got to go camping. I asked what she had for food. “Hot dogs.”

Reaching Out

Connecting with friends makes my heart happy! Realizing that all of us are figuring out the permutations Covid 19 has required in our lives, reminds me that I’m not alone in this.

How was your day?

The answer to “How was your day?”
Is not one word.

Satisfaction of completion

Excited to share that I have biked one thousand miles outside this season! I tend to operate best
With small, incremental markers getting me to where or what I’m moving toward. Is that true for you, too?

Zest or zest-less

Hooray for friends—I hope yours are close, where you can soak up their love! It sure makes life more zest-full!

Bird-bombed

There was no “splat” involved, but it was still a memorable bird adventure!

Wondering how you will distance

What will “Back to normal” really mean? These stages of reintegration and coming together (or not) are hard to wrap my mind around.

Bicycle in Pandemic

Of course there are many things I cannot do, in quarantine. But one thing that has stayed satisfyingly the same…

Missing Personal Visits

What I wouldn’t give to hug my grandchildren! I remember with delight the visit pictured above,

Fun-Day

Loss and joy can coexist. This week is certainly proof of that. My hard decision not to ride the East Coast ride this Fall lives beside delight of celebrating Bob’s 85th birthday.