It’s Masking Time Again
The Delta strain of the Covid virus is rampaging so it’s mask time again. Hubby and I thought we were past this when we got the vaccine. We’re ready for some sense of normal to return. I’ve never completely understood how the vaccination and wearing a mask became so politicized
Being Hospitable
When Hubby and I lived in Boise, we rarely had visitors, and when we did, it was usually our kids. We lived so far away from family and friends that few made the trip. Since we moved into our Rapid City house the end of this last April, we’ve had
Gifts from My Foremothers
My grandmothers were very different. They both worked but, one worked in an office all her life and the other was a homemaker. My dad’s mother raised six boys and a girl on very little money. She made sure her boys went to school in clean clothes and were fed.
Gone to Texas
For the past two weeks, we’ve been in the land of 10,000 lakes. It wasn’t Minnesota. It was Texas. It rained nearly every day we were there. Water was standing everywhere, in lakes, in ditches, in fields, in ponds, in puddles. We drove through torrential rains, with water over the
The Changing Role of Dads
In the “olden days”, child-rearing was left to the mothers, with dads only dishing out discipline when mom needed help. My mother talks about when I was born, my dad was totally hands-off with me. He would hold me occasionally but that was the extent of his part in childrearing.
The Good Old
There other day when I was preparing a meal, I pulled out my aluminum colander and used it to rinse vegetables. I shouldn’t call it mine because I got it from my mother-in-law’s kitchen when we cleaned out her apartment. I think of her every time I use it. Her
I Love Dull Weeks
It finally happened. After months of unsettled, constantly moving routines, I had a dull week. Nothing earth-shattering happened. Hubby was able to handle each crisis with relative ease. I made progress on my projects. Some may not like dull times, but I do. It means all is well, and I’m
Lessons from the Eclipse of the Super Flower Blood Moon
Last Wednesday, at 3:30 a.m., my alarm woke me up. I drug myself out of bed, debating whether it was worth the effort or not. The issue remained unresolved as I threw on some clothes and woke Hubby. We drove a few blocks up the hill to a place where
A Trip to Oregon
Last fall, when we left Boise, we’d planned to return soon on a trip to Oregon. Hubby’s mother who passed away last October left her minivan to our son. We left our car and motorhome in Boise and moved to Rapid City, intending to return shortly with his minivan and