My Third Life

My blog is vague; I have no clues. We are all in ‘flux’, at least most of us who live in democratic countries. What’s happening

So much is happening around me, it’s hard to keep up. Some think that old people sit around and wait to die. Well, maybe some

Well, it isn’t a song I was wanting to sing, but somehow I can’t get this little ditty outta my head. My week is just

My Sunday Funday post .. serving up a little poem I wrote last year for my birth date. Everything Versus Nothing Looming up ominously another

Shit Happens, and perfect is only temporary, but life is always an adventure. Well, here I sit out on my patio.  My trip to Home

Being old has advantages; the government gives us money because we’re old. Most people like me have to live on this, but the smart ones

A lover once suggested that I include my ‘audience’ in my blogs. He then went on to explain what he meant, and it made sense.

MY FLAWED AND NOT SO PERFECT MOM “You really shouldn’t be telling secrets about your new friend to your other friend,” my mom cautioned me.

Well, that’s not totally true. I have many more, but the one thing they all have in common is age! Yep… sad, I know, but

My trip back to Canada took no longer than the road trip from Yuma to Phoenix. There, I boarded my WestJet flight direct to Saskatoon