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Summer Musings

So, the inconsistencies continue to pile up and I find myself procrastinating now in the summertime with a belly full of baby and a new kind of lease on life now that my full-time job has been released from my list of responsibilities.   But there seem to be four distinct components of existence that rise to meet me on a regular basis, and finding some way of balancing these four elements would make my daily "up-and-get-at-it," dance much easier.   The four components are as follows: Family life and health This is an intricate dance, how to balance health...

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FIVE GO-OLD RINGS!

We are verging on a little over a week left . . . my Christmas has unraveled in the last 24 hours.   I find myself in a messy house, with few presents from my list completed, and a general feeling of Humbug creeping up, which is so far from my usual, homesick Christmas blue-over-spirited compensation, I can't even say.  My family plans have come apart, as family plans and ties so often do, and this has been revealed as a sad, strange year to which we will bid farewell so soon. Heedless, I'm looking for something that will help....

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Four calling birds. . . calling. . .

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The more I look at these songs, the more I realize that I must be a bear at heart because I seem to believe that the festive mood can be spread by mellow mellow mellow music. . . tonight's no exception, mind you.  But I'm going to liven things up in the days to come. I hope you'll forgive the absence of last night's post, but as I found out during my visit to the hospital today, I'm suffering from a lovely eye disease. . . see below for illustration:  (I did this using my fancy new Pencil from fifty...

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Three French Hens

So, I don't have any french hens, this, being the third day of Christmas, I thought I'd just mention that.  In truth, it appears that my true love is holding out any turtle doves, maids a'milking or other goodies until the 25th itself.   I really hope that I don't get any actual milkmaids, we only have the one guest room. Surrealist humour aside, I found myself feeling truly blessed today. Having been out of the country for the last 8 years has made me miss out on some of those less glamourous Christmas moments.  Today I finally got to do...

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The Second Day. . .

Today I woke up to a furnacefaced little boy (fever is his common cold,) a world where the snow hadn't yet melted, (though that looks about to change,) and a general feeling of weekend warm fuzzies.  So my contribution to this day's Christmas countdown is a piece from George Winston's December - Carol of the Bells. I used to put this CD into my discman (young people who need translations on what this is, let me know,) and read under the Christmas tree's lights. Hopefully you can curl up to this as well when you've completed your Saturday night antics....

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The Twelve Days of Christmas

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Welcome to the new and revised site of selinachiarelli.com!  Maybe facebook has led you here?  Perhaps a little birdie tweeted you?  Whatever the source, thanks for showing up. I've been struggling this year to crawl out from under my rock of confusion that naturally follows an intercontinental move/purchase of house/dog adoption/return to the place of your troubled childhood. . . and maybe this has done it. As many of you know, I haven't been back for long.  My husband, son, cat, and myself only arrived on Canadian soil in May, and we came straight home to work and dig our...

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