October 30th 2023 I woke hours ago, have drank copious cups of tea, taken my meds along with my cherry juice and am now sitting uncomfortably at our kitchen table staring at pre-Jack-o-Lanterns. The day this kitchen set is taken away will be a fine one indeed! I have plans to replace it with a … Continue reading Update October week 9
Author: margaretschmidtke
Time
The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
Butterfleas
I woke this Saturday morning to a chilly, grey sky peppered with flecks of snow that were lazily making their way to earth with no particular destination in mind. I lay there for quite some time, warmly nestled in a cave of blankets, thinking of this and that; getting lost in memories and pulling the … Continue reading Butterfleas
A letter.
The following letter is to my first two children. I was blessed with two more children in the years following, when we blended families. An older son (7 years older than my first child) and a younger son (11 years younger than my first child). I have reaped blessings and am grateful beyond measure. My … Continue reading A letter.
First day of Spring
It’s overcast today. It’s the kind of day that comes before the earth has thawed but after most of the snow has gone; the kind of day where the wind is so still you can almost hear the river rising, pushing against its’ banks almost a mile away. I don’t mind these kind of days … Continue reading First day of Spring
Why I can’t complain- but do.
BC is an acronym I have read lately to establish a time line of ‘before covid’. BC, I would have not been excited about going to a periodontist to have my gums measured with a long, sharp instrument that looked like a pick one would use to dig a walnut out of a shell. However, … Continue reading Why I can’t complain- but do.
About Edith…
It’s 4 degrees Celsius (40 degrees Fahrenheit) this January afternoon. The sky has an absence of colour all but for a bit of watery blue on the horizon. Any leaves that have managed to hang on to their branches, even after all of the windy snowstorms we have had, are dearth of movement. An uncomplicated … Continue reading About Edith…
My Name is Margaret 