Monthly Archives: August 2019

It’s a good day. Then again, most days have become good as the years wear on. Fortunately, I have good health which helps. Today I got out once again for a naturist hike, or free-hike as many of my friends … Continue reading →

Due to a lot of travel this summer for family visits and for selling books, I haven’t had the time or the energy to invest in writing. I have kept up my journal and done some bare minimum blogging, but … Continue reading →

It’s quite cool this morning, and it has got me thinking. I am married and not looking for another partner. I am 70 years old and I am grateful for having reached this milestone with good physical and mental health. … Continue reading →

Yesterday was a stormy day which dropped more than an inch of rain or about three centimetres for us here in the metric world. The country roads have turned into mud so that means no free-hiking for a few more … Continue reading →

It has been a few days, busy days here on the Canadian prairies. Today was just about as busy as all the other days, but I somehow managed to organise my time to fit in another free hike. I left … Continue reading →

My wife was commenting about how I am shrinking in many areas whereas my stomach seems to be getting bigger. My body weight hasn’t changed, so it isn’t about my over-eating. Since my wife works in a nursing home taking … Continue reading →

On the Canadian prairies, it gets cold in the month of August, especially on those mornings on either side of a full moon. This morning’s temperature was 4 Celsius. As we sat watching dawn approach from our love seat, looking … Continue reading →

It is good to be home after a flurry of book signings and visiting grandchildren. I got to enjoy sunrise and then meditation outdoors as I usually do when weather permits. After taking care of cleaning up the books and … Continue reading →

It is my last day of this year’s book-signing tour. Once I finish at the next bookstore in the afternoon, I will make the five and a half hour drive to return home. I don’t care for driving in the … Continue reading →

The hardest part about being on a book-signing tour, aside from not being at home, is the waiting between events. I sleep less to begin with which adds a fair number of hours to the days. I wander more whether … Continue reading →