My first digital art display, from the now-defunct company Electric Objects, turned into a brick when the online library was shut down in 2023. I’d been changing the image almost every morning to give myself imaginary windows into new places, many of which gave me ideas for blog posts and stories. Without my daily picture to spark fresh thoughts, I felt that I’d lost some of my creative energy.

I thought there had to be something out there with similar features, but Google searches didn’t turn up anything quite right. I’d been busy with overtime work as my employer focused more on AI, my husband was busy too, and our rowing exercises and long road trips to regattas didn’t seem to leave much time to research available products. Replacing the art display ended up on the get-around-to-it-sometime list.

It wasn’t until the day after Christmas, when I’d had enough quiet time to free up a few brain cells, that I realized I could simply use AI to find a new digital art display with the features I wanted. I had to edit my prompt a few times, but Copilot soon located the Meural Canvas II by Netgear, which has what I was looking for—an online library, upload capability, and an app to change the picture whenever I want.

I cropped one of the images my daughter sent from Auckland, with her dog and the Christmas tree in her apartment, and I displayed it this morning. Then I sent her a photo showing the picture on the wall, to give her some holiday cheer when she’s so far from home.

Photo of digital art display with image of dog and Christmas tree

It cheered me up, too, on a dark midwinter morning when there was so little sunlight that everything around the image looked gray. (That wall is actually white.) I’d turned on a daylight lamp on the end table beside the couch, but it didn’t do much to relieve the gloom by itself. Having a new art display with a cheerful image reminding me of close family bonds did much more.

December 25, 2025 · Write a comment · Categories: Musings · Tags:

This photo from Auckland is way too cute to keep it to myself:

Photo of dog next to sidewalk chalk and a Merry Christmas message on asphalt.

Remi the Artist Dog, merrily enjoying Christmas in the summer.

December 18, 2025 · Write a comment · Categories: Musings · Tags:

I recently asked my daughter what people do in New Zealand to celebrate Christmas, as it’s in the summer there and many of the winter-themed carols and activities wouldn’t be a good fit. She replied that she hadn’t heard many carols, and then she sent a photo of a “Santa” community walk and run.

People in Santa costumes at a walk and run event in Auckland.

Although I would imagine that wearing a Santa suit while running in the heat of a summer day might get uncomfortable, my daughter said that she walked with her dog—slowly, as the dog is older and has short little legs. Auckland has a maritime climate and doesn’t get as hot as many areas of the United States, so walking would have been fine. I would have liked to see it in person!

On Sunday afternoon, my husband and I put up the old artificial Christmas tree in our family room, as we always do over Thanksgiving weekend. We bought it in 1994, when our kids were little and we were in our starter house. The tree looks too short for the tall ceiling here, and every year more plastic needles fall off. We can’t bring ourselves to throw it away because of fond memories. But at least, it’s had a bit of a makeover with new, thicker tinsel strands to brighten it up.


Since my blog is supposed to be about modern life, I started wondering if a post about my family being sentimental about an outdated fake Christmas tree suited the theme. That got me thinking about the origin of the word “modern,” which I knew came from Latin, but I wasn’t sure if the Romans thought of modernity in terms of being more advanced than the barbarians. So, I looked it up and found that the original Latin word simply meant “at the present time,” and it wasn’t until much later that the English word acquired the connotation of living in a more advanced time.

That left me feeling better about mentioning my family’s antiquated Christmas tree in a post. It’s here at the present time, so it’s modern by Roman standards, anyway. And of course, keeping it and buying a new tree don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Maybe next year we’ll buy a tall new tree that’s better suited to the dimensions of our family room, while setting up the old one in a corner of the basement. There’s no reason to confine holiday cheer to the main floor, after all.

November 18, 2025 · Write a comment · Categories: Musings · Tags:

Although most of our daughter’s recent photos were taken while walking her dog on Auckland’s many trails and beaches, she included one showing a Christmas tree in her apartment, with a note that she had put up Christmas decorations earlier than she used to because there is no Thanksgiving in New Zealand.

Photo of dog with decorated Christmas tree.

In past years, we always put up our tree on Thanksgiving weekend, after giving ourselves plenty of time to recover from running the Turkey Trot and then eating the turkey dinner cooked by my husband’s parents in the house where he grew up. But now that they have passed away, Thanksgiving doesn’t feel much like a holiday to me anymore.

We still run the Turkey Trot, and our daughter will do a virtual run to keep the tradition with us, although I have no idea when she’ll do it because of the time difference. I won’t cook a turkey dinner but instead will cook a rib roast to eat with my husband and son; and if we are not as motivated to put up the tree, we’ll do it by the end of the weekend anyway. It’s good to have family traditions, even if they change over the years.

October 28, 2025 · Write a comment · Categories: Musings · Tags:

My daughter’s schedule for her first workweek in Auckland is day shift at the hospital Wednesday through Friday, which means she has already worked the first day because New Zealand is currently 17 hours ahead of U.S. Eastern time, until we fall back to standard time on Sunday and the difference then becomes 18 hours. I put Auckland’s time and weather on my phone so I can keep track of it.

One wall of her little apartment is made up of windows, giving a nice view. The dog, who loves to look out windows, seems to have claimed much of that space, as shown in the photo below.

Photo of dog looking out a window.

It looks very cozy! Although I probably won’t get to Auckland for a visit until next year, I am sure I’ll enjoy it when the time comes.

September 30, 2025 · 2 comments · Categories: Musings · Tags: ,

I’ve been enjoying the photos my daughter sends from Auckland. She has plenty of time to relax and wander around the city while she’s waiting to start her job, and she has been making the most of it. Seeing a tulip garden at the end of September seems a bit odd, though, with the seasons flipped.

Photo of a garden in Auckland with tulips.

Then again, everything seems odd these days, with climate change making it much warmer here than it normally would be in autumn. The rowing season feels almost like one long summer instead of distinct seasons. Now that my husband works from home, we can go out earlier in the afternoon than we could when he worked in an office. That flexibility is great to have—but, sometimes, it feels like all the old routines and expectations have broken down, and whatever comes next is still waiting to be built.

September 14, 2025 · Write a comment · Categories: Musings · Tags:

My daughter arrived safely in Auckland, New Zealand, and has been setting up her apartment. She has a job offer at a hospital but doesn’t yet know her start date because that depends on when the nursing visa paperwork gets finalized. The dog is still at the quarantine facility, which has been sending updates on how she is doing. From the photos of her sad little face, it’s clear that she is desperately looking for her human.

Photo of my daughter's dog, Remi, in quarantine after arriving in New Zealand.

When she gets released from quarantine, she’ll have a comfy bed by a window in the apartment so she can see what’s going on outside, according to my daughter’s latest message, and a soft rug to roll around on. Not much longer to wait now…

September 2, 2025 · 2 comments · Categories: Musings · Tags: ,

So far, my daughter’s New Zealand trip is off to a good start. She took a flight from Cincinnati to Los Angeles yesterday, with no problems. The dog had a final vet visit there and has been cleared for international travel. As a parting gift, we now have a refrigerator magnet with a photo taken many years ago.

Photo of dog sitting on concrete, with pool and willow hedge in background.

The photo left me feeling a bit melancholy. The willow hedge in the background got killed by climate change; and as for the dog, although she is healthy and energetic, she is older, and I don’t expect she will ever return to her puppyhood home. Traveling across borders with a pet is a complicated and time-consuming affair. New Zealand requires a quarantine of almost two weeks for an animal brought into the country.

Still, it’s good to have a memento. Those were happy times, and I believe there will be many more to come—even if they are different from what we might once have anticipated.

My daughter plans to become a world traveler; she’s moving to New Zealand next week. She is a neonatal intensive care nurse, so finding a job anywhere is not a problem for her, given the worldwide shortage of nurses. It should be quite an adventure, once she gets packed and ready. She gave up her rental house on Saturday, brought her stuff here, and piled much of it in our family room.


After several days of going through it all, giving some things to friends and donating others, she has her suitcases packed for the trip and a bit of extra stuff (mostly clothes) that will stay in her bedroom here. The family room is back to normal, except for the occasional dog bone or chew toy. Here’s a link to a post I wrote about her dog fully 11 years ago on this blog, as a little puppy. Wow, time flies.