Proximity to the C&O Canal is a gift. Today was quiet, but for the helicopter patrolling the river: heron's squawk, water seeping through the lock, mallards muttering to one another, and greetings of the very occasional passersby.
"Life is so daily," was my father's mantra, often delivered with a shake of the head and rueful smile. This blog documents my unrueful search for and exploration of the joys in the mundane. At the core, for me, my joy is in my intimates, tight connections with my husband, my sons, my friends. But this exploration focuses on the objects and experiences running parallel to my peeps that catch me off-guard, or that I consciously seek, to flare delight.
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