Looking back, my life’s chapters show themselves clearly, even though they may have unfolded untidily.
Novel experiences cause our brains to make new connections and to maintain their neuroplasticity. This means that brains can begin and adjust to new behaviours and ways of thinking.
I’m a grandmother blogger, and love the title. There’s a growing band of women who are happy to claim the status of grandmother blogger.
Minimalism came into my life a year ago when we moved from a too large house to an apartment that, as it has turned out, is exactly the right size for us.
The thought of nineteen books to read and review excites me. In a bleak year, when reading more than a page mostly put me to sleep, I almost failed an eighty-plus-year-old driving licence vision test. But fortunately, two lots of cataract surgery later, I’m almost back!
Choosing personal catchwords seems to have taken over from making lists of resolutions, at least among the people I know.
A list of nineteen fun activities for 2019 makes me shivery with anticipation. The year, all 365 days of it, stretches from here to a point somewhere just over my horizon.
My successes and failures 2018 seem to balance out. My light-hearted list of eighteen things to do in 2018 was inspired by creative Perth bloggers, Amanda Kendle and Aggie Lim.
Ruling the roost is this week’s subject of a photo challenge on a site which I really like. (Nan’s Farm Inside Out.) The authors encourage participants to post photos of pets ruling the roost, or pets which may have ruled the roost in the past.
The bullet journal craze hit my radar with a bang a few weeks ago. Everyone who knows a bit about me, as well as many of my acquaintances, know I’ve always been a lists person.