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A sincere thank you to the kind young gentlemen who stooped and towed me out when I was stuck in the sand.

Dear Editor Tuesday, Aug. 14 found me preparing dinner shortly after 5 p.m. As I looked out my kitchen window, I saw a small child playing in the mud puddle that formed after the recent rain.

Creepy, crawly, cruel and the worst thing about summer - they lurk in the corners and the dark and I can't escape them.

Ed, my neighbour next door, has had his family home for a few weeks this summer. "What a difference having grown children and grandchildren around makes to a person's schedule," Ed lamented. "Ruby and I are gone to bed by 11 and up by seven.

Let's face it, working out can be hard. Whether you are just starting or simply trying to stay motivated, it's a struggle for many people to get up and get to the gym. Hectic schedules, work, family, stress, etc., all add up.

There's something about seeing a swather out in the field that makes me feel like I'm eight years old again.

To those wondering where I have been the past few weeks, I want to confirm that (a) no, I did not break my arm again, and (b) no, I did not quit my job and leave the Battlefords forever. I did leave the Battlefords, though, but only temporarily.

There's an old English proverb, going back at least 600 years: Children should be seen and not heard.

The following is an ancient Greek story, but probably one that you didn't hear in school (like any ancient culture, we have our own preconceived notions about the ancient Greeks). King Midas sought great wisdom - the wisdom of the gods.

A couple of days ago I breathed a big sigh then headed out for a therapeutic massage. Every muscle in my back and shoulders ached but it was finished. The book was written.