Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 28, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 28, 2004

Birds

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 28, 2004 – God gave us the gift of ‘birds’ for a day such as this one. A bit gray and dull with rain threatening and just cool enough to know that spring is still elusive. I had work to do today but I was sorely lacking in the motivation department, even though I did one of my dreaded tasks first thing, no doubt motivated by yesterday’s words on procrastination.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 27, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 27, 2004

Procrastination

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 27, 2004 – Not only am I The Queen of Rationalization, I am The Princess of Procrastination. Some mornings I have to decide which crown to plop on the old noggin, and both are tarnished from too much wear. I try not to be swayed by the bright perky people who say, “I just get right up in the morning and do all the tasks are on my “dislike list” first – then I can get on with my day and enjoy everything else.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 26, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 26, 2004

A Trip To The Garden Centre

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 26, 2004 – I look forward to my first trip to the garden centre every spring. I haven’t decided yet when I’m going, but it will be soon. The weather just needs to be a smidge warmer, so I can wear jeans and a tee-shirt. I’ve been going to Bill’s Garden Centre on Pape Avenue for twenty years or more.

I Shall Be Their Voice

I Shall Be Their Voice

It is easy to become over-whelmed by the enormity of human cruelty to animals. Some days I feel utter contempt for my fellow human beings and other days I vacillate between pity and blinding rage at our absolute ignorance and indifference towards our fellow sentient beings.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 25, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 25, 2004

The Kitchen

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – April 25, 2004 – This room is definitely the ‘heart of the house’. I sometimes wonder how many momentous decisions have been made sitting around the kitchen table, in homes around the world. When my brothers and I were small children we were assigned a place at the kitchen table.