The Pits and Pieces

  …of a blogger, a jubilada (retiree), a writer, an artist: Earlier this year, I introduced a group of " Seasoned Voices" bloggers I belong to; we meet monthly to discuss how we're navigating through this stage of life, and quarterly post our individual take on a common topic. This spring, we're each writing about a day in our life. 6:00 – 8:00 am. I try to rise before the sun does, because I adore the time spent in my morning chair by the window, facing the sunrise, with coffee and my journal. With the weather now warmer, I take my coffee onto the balcony where my gardening efforts consist only of two pots of flowers. But w hat I lack in a stretch of garden beauty, I gain in the expanse of sky. I favour these soft-touch pens that my daughter once gave me as a gift and now continues to give me when I (not so subtly) let her know my supply is running low. They are the lightest touch, good flow of ink, wonderful for arthritic hands. As for my journal – they are not a...