Archive For The “stuff” Category
You are ticking along minding your own business; days morph to weeks, weeks to months, month into years, and suddenly you hit a milestone. In the grand scheme of things it is just another day in the life, but it appears to be a magic number. I got my ‘so now you are 50’ welcome…
I have a vast accumulation of photos stored in my computer and on an external hard drive. Growing kids, memories, holidays, birds, flowers, car adventures, all photographically documented, downloaded, and forgotten until… computer and drive no longer have space to accept even one more photo. I could buy another external hard drive and keep going,…
“Mom, I need to tell you something…” This statement can often lead to admission of misdeeds: things broken, last of some favourite treat consumed, confession of petty revenge… those kind of things. When my son said this leading statement the other night, that wasn’t where he was going. …”I wanted to tell you that I…
My inheritance stares at me across the wooden barrier that I have erected. My mom’s dog came to live with us not so long ago, and she has become my fuzzy shadow. When I sit in bed, she is at my feet. When I am in my sewing room, she is at my feet. When…
Driving back home, after dropping my son off at work last week, I glanced over at the bay whilst traversing McQuesten Bridge. Low level sun and haze created a beautiful symphony of blues, greys, and white. The view a juxtaposition of wind break trees and Carroll’s point with industrial stacks, chimneys, and structures across the bay, everything softened by…
Introducing another dog into the fold was a relatively drama free event. There were a couple of moments of snarking, some posturing, pushing and stare downs, but all told we went from two dogs to three dogs mostly pain free. Not having had so many animals in the house at the same time, I kind…
As Christmas approaches and the weather turns cold, damp, and potentially frozen, there are times that you just need to release some steam. The first fricken friday emerged from a morning of frustration. Things not working, stuff I couldn’t find, time getting away from me. Still trying to keep my curse filters mostly in place…
Wake up at too early o’clock because of busy brain activity. Get up and put on my chauffeur’s cap to transport family members to their places of employment (because November has decided to let itself be known and nobody is ready to face it). The list of things to do keeps shifting as I attempt to…
Concord grape pie is delicious. Unfortunately, my pastry making skills are somewhat sub par. My mother in law, on the other hand, is a pastry making goddess and a saint. She makes pie shells for me and puts them in my freezer (sainthood right there). Grape pie is even more delicious when you can have…