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Brother mine

Bits of life and laughter, brought to me and you and the world, courtesy of my brother ๐Ÿ™‚

Forrest: “So, how was your day?”

Me: “Just cleaned up a bit and doing some reading,ย An Introduction to Human Prehistory.”

Forrest: (Laughs)

The following morning, out gathering ingredients for breakfast: Orange juice, local blueberries, bananas,ย peaches, better than butter, and pure maple syrup for a double stack of pancakes at the window. This is what happiness is!

Getting ready to catch the early ferry…

Forrest: (Running around in boxer shorts) “I’m ready! Are you ready?! Let’s go!”

Me: (In pajamas, laughing heartily on the inside) You are not ready.ย Pants might be a good idea?…


Forrest steals my chips and a pickle.

Dad: “There won’t be any left for Sami.”

Forrest: “She’s used to it. I visit and eat all her food!” (Laughs)

Your laugh is contagious, bro. โค

Love you lots,



The Sammy Shuffle: part 24

I unknowingly bought my first pair of jeggings a few weeks ago. I needed a new pair of black pants, and that’s what I got. I’m not crazy about naming/labeling/categorizing everything in the bloody universe, so if you want more detail on any of my textiles, it’s best you just come see me ๐Ÿ™‚ My approach to this is similar to other people’s approach to dogs, asking, as everyone in my family is want to do on pretty much a weekly basis, “I met a nice dog the other day! He was aboutย this big, long black fur and had one white paw… Do you know what kind of dog that is?” Without more details, it’s an entertaining lucky guess or series of guesses.

So, I bought the pants after trying them on and feeling like I’d joined theย Sisterhood.ย And, whereas for many (myself included), the difficulty mostly lies in getting pants on, it turns out these are harder to get off. They’re stretchy, just not at the hem that encircles your ankle, which is a problem if, like me, your ability to ‘point’ your toes is mostly non-existent, your balance is pretty awful and you lower limb flexibility is hilariously compromised, despite everything.

As I told Mom later, “It’s been ironically helpful. I have to make myself extraordinarily calm and focused and zen, or else these pants do not come off!” There’s a 5 minute mindfulness/mediation session included with every episode of pant removal as I work to relax those muscles and reward myself with a less thought out jump into pajamas at the end of the day.

Good night, friends ๐Ÿ™‚


How many calories is that?

via Daily Prompt: Crescendo

I had this conversation with myself while listening to an assortment of tunes on Youtube. I couldn’t help become absorbed and as I was in one of the only chairs that allow my feet to touch the floor begin keeping time with my toes.

Pounding the floor with your feet is such a satisfying activity. Hearing the room fill with music is such a powerful thing.

I wonder how many calories fiddlers burn? If you play faster, do you burn more? What if you keep time with your feet, or step-dance, or just move with the music? I’d be interested to see a comparison. Natalie MacMaster and Ashley MacIsaac come to mind, among others so many amazing musicians that I have had the chance to learn from and even get to know.

Currently celebrating life, more later!



Height differential

via Daily Prompt: Elevate

Forrest came to visit the other day. Time with siblings is good for the soul ๐Ÿ™‚ Having reinforcements for dishwashing duty helps too! Retrieving and returning items to their place can prove entertaining when your kitchen is the size of a postage stamp, one of you is going on instinct and the other on habit, one is over 6ft and the other barely 5ft from head to toe.ย My plates have never been elevated to such heights before and likely will never again see that splendid view from the top shelf, apologies! ๐Ÿ˜€


via Daily Prompt: Solitary

There are many ways to be alone.

There are things I cannot do alone, and I am grateful for it.

They say you can’t feel two opposing emotions at once, but you can get darn close. I never feel so cut off from the world as when I am on land looking out to the water, or on the water looking in to the land. There is nothing I think that offers so much freedom while carrying the potential to effect so much loss, harbours so much peace and yet contains so much violence.

Swimming in the ocean is, for me, one of life’s greatest pleasures. But getting there is not easy. It shows me how unpredictable life is, how important friends are, (west coast water is, shall we say ‘refreshing’ at the best of times –not everyone is prepared to take that punishment, twice) and how terrible my balance really is. It drives home the benefits and rewards of acceptance and adaptation, commitment and communication.

The waves don’t have to be rogue. They can still knock you down, knock anyone down anytime. Celebrate, because you made it this far, but don’t forget you also have to haul your ass out again, and it never gets any easier.

So, go ahead! Take the plunge, but make sure you have your ‘exit buddy’ ๐Ÿ™‚

Heartfelt thanks to everyone who has ever come with me into and onto the sea!