Tonight I Am Grateful…

I don’t have the energy to say much today.  Some days just kick your butt.  This was one of those days for me.  The day went from bad to worse and then back to better, but now I am about as tired as a person can be.  Hence, The New Forty will be uncharacteristically short…
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The Road Taken…

Today is our last full day at the cottage.  As is so typically the case with vacations, the days seem to fly by. Hence, this is our last trip to Tim Hortons – the coffee shop we have visited for our daily hour long sabbaticals.  I will miss my daily iced caramel cappuccino and the…
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Raccoon – 1; Mike – 0.

Mike missed the spider episode and was thereby allowed to maintain some dignity, but that fell to the wayside when he had a close encounter of his own.  The only close encounters the females at the cottage have suffered with thus far are mosquito encounters.  These encounters, while an annoyance, are hardly worth discussing further…
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The Misadventures Of Oprah, Gayle, And Crew

It was established on my first trip to Canada with Noah that he is an “Oprah” and I am a “Gayle” –  as he assumes the role of diva and I assume the role of friendly, happy-go-lucky traveler.  He complains, gripes, sighs heavily, and rolls his eyes.  I smile, chat, laugh, engage, and enjoy other…
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Murder House…

When folks say they are “off-the-grid” I assume they are out of the reach of mankind via technology. I am with my whole clan at a remote lake cottage in Canada (just outside Wakefield, Quebec) and while we are not officially “off-the-grid” we are hanging precipitously by our fingernails.  We have no cell service.  That…
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