Author Archives: Mrs. Spit

Out of the Corner of my Eye

Posted on September 4, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

I bought a new mailbox this morning. I’m restaining my front porch this weekend. Figuring out how to fix a few tiles. Repainting a wall. All of this is part of the not-so-slow whittling down of a list of tasks. … Continue reading →

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15 Mins

Posted on July 13, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

I am tidy. I realize this more and more as I age. I have particular spots for things and I like things to be orderly. Oh, not perfectly. The hose is still in the middle of the yard from where … Continue reading →

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Elegy for Lois

Posted on July 7, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

Yesterday was the sort of day that is I will tell you about 2 weeks from now, and I’ll make you laugh when I tell you about it. I’ll use hyperbole to describe the craziness of being in 3 meetings … Continue reading →

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At 4 am

Posted on July 5, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

The worst of the pandemic for me has happened at 4 am. No matter how often I tell myself that I should pay my brain no mind in the hours between midnight and 6 am, when I wake up at … Continue reading →

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One Year On

Posted on June 8, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

I am superstitious about happiness. I enjoy it at the moment; I thank the universe for giving it to me. I may be happy, but I am leery of announcing my happiness. Announcing happiness is tantamount to tempting fate. I … Continue reading →

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Between the Lilac and the Birch

Posted on May 11, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

The first spring, when my mum and I stood on my crappy back deck and looked out over a wasteland that was supposed to be my back yard . . . . There was a lilac. It was somewhere between … Continue reading →

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Andy

Posted on May 8, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

It’s a cold and blustery day, here in Edmonton. My front porch is full of bedding plants and the cushions to a couch. The plants will get put in the ground on Sunday, the couch will leave Saturday am. It’s … Continue reading →

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Rhubarb and History

Posted on April 18, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

I am making a rhubarb cake for Sunday dinner. Partly because there was a recipe in this month’s issue of Cook’s Illustrated that I wanted to try; partly because yesterday I saw the tender green leaves of my rhubarb plant … Continue reading →

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Vaccine in my Arm

Posted on April 15, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

I am not dead, but also not alive. Umm. You would think I might have something more profound to say. I’ve worked every day since Christmas. The days blend together. It’s work and school and school and work. I live … Continue reading →

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Recurring Dead Meat

Posted on February 17, 2021 by Mrs. Spit

My shoulders are locked up. I can’t quite turn my head. This is what happens when you spend the amount of time I spend staring at a screen. Off I went to my massage therapist tonight, and as he manipulated, … Continue reading →

Posted in Just a Working Stiff, Pandemic | 3 Comments