Two comments about what I’ve been wearing have made me chuckle lately. One was Karen’s on my last post about colour: she reminded me that, especially compared to her recent experiments, my combination of red…
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So it turns out that when you spend a night helping a new baby be born and then spends several hour a day for the next few days helping that little one’s parents get some…
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Yes, they do, and they interrupted our sleep all last night. There is still thick enough fog that we can’t see Gabriola Island which is only a few kilometres from us, nor can I locate…
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I wrote this post last Saturday, before we got the call that Bronwen and Adam had a home birth planned, before we went to the opera, and, especially, before our new little granddaughter was born.…
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Here she is, baby Nola, born Sunday, November 23rd, just before 10 a.m.– the child that is born on the Sabbath day, is bonny and bright and good and gay (and this nursery rhyme, of…
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