The adventures were over, and we were getting close to the end of our getaway. There was one more important thing to accomplish before we headed home. Head north to visit family Day 5 - Family On Sunday JT picked us up and we headed north to Newmarket. We used to live just north of there … Continue reading The End Of The Getaway
It's January, and I prefer to ease into the new year the same way I ease into mornings–slowly and quietly. It is my time to recoup and recharge. My lack of energy and enthusiasm requires so much more sleep and self care. The desire to spend time doing introverted activities is strong, not to mention … Continue reading Dedicated Quiet
Clickety-click, clickety-click. I watch my grandma’s needles knit. She arrived on a Tuesday with baggage galore, Planning to stay for a month or more. Her cases were full. In fact overflowing, With colourful yarns. Some of them glowing. There was neon and glitter and cotton and chunky And two balls for making a single … Continue reading Clickety-Click See Grandma Knit
While contemplating taking down the Christmas ornaments, she hesitated. Just like yesterday. Usually all the holiday stuff, what little goes out these days, is put away by now. A January first task, designed to put everything back to normal and move forward. Hesitating isn't her norm. Plowing forward is. But this year she wanted time … Continue reading January Hesitations
He stood in our front hall, smiling from ear to ear and almost quivering with excitement. There wasn't a nervous bone in his body. He had taken great care choosing his outfit. The same way anyone else who was preparing for a job interview would. Gold lamé pants from a golden knight costume that I … Continue reading When JT Asked Santa For A Job
I rolled out of bed just before nine o’clock and padded, well actually flip flopped, my way to the bathroom where I glanced out the window to see a skim of ice on the lake. It won’t last this time due to an impending warm spell, but a girl can dream, and it brings me … Continue reading One Day In December
I was talking to the potatoes in the kitchen. This is not unusual as I have a habit of talking to most inanimate objects I encounter. These particular potatoes were being peeled and cut so I could parboil them before roasting them to go with a nice roast of pork. Credit goes to my late … Continue reading Talking To Potatoes
Tim, my youngest brother, arrived on the last day of July 1962. Only eleven months after my sister. My mother let it slip that he was unplanned so we, as siblings do, teased him about being an oops. My mother also, possibly unwisely, mentioned that she once owned a dog named Tim several years earlier. … Continue reading About Tim
For those who don't know me well, my husband, AKA The Doc, AKA The Old Guy, is nine years older than me. That means his joints and especially his knees are nine years older than mine. For the last few years, those old knees have been giving him a lot of problems. With them getting … Continue reading The Old Guy Gets A New Knee
Just to be clear, my dad passed away over twenty-five years ago. He had been my dad since I was two years old. He was loved and missed and was gone too soon, leaving a big empty space that was impossible to fill. However, the man they called my father only passed away a few … Continue reading The Man They Call My Father
No one wants to discuss after the end because that means acknowledging that there will be an end. And that means acknowledging one's mortality–the fact that we all must die. This has to be the most avoided conversation subject in history. People prefer not to think about, let alone, discuss this topic; but it is … Continue reading After the End
It had been rather calm in the bitch's life as of late. Some people may even call it boring, although this bitch is never bored. Personally, she considered herself very content because her house was back to normal after a year of insurance claims and repairs. She didn't mind that this calm state didn't produce … Continue reading Just When She Thought The Bitchiness Was Waning
There was that day in December, two days before Christmas, when the weather across the country wreaked havoc on travel and 370 flights were cancelled at Toronto's Pearson International Airport. It would become a Christmas people would never forget even if they wanted to. One for the history books. And because of this, JT did … Continue reading Christmas In February
We kept them and kept them for years and years. The castle, the cowboy town, the Robin Hood tree house, the pirate ship. The digger, the grater, the cement mixer. The wooden train sets, both Thomas and Brio, which were combined to make a single set. We waited and waited for someone else to play … Continue reading Selling My Son’s Childhood
It wasn't supposed to be a whirlwind. It really wasn't. It was supposed to be a leisurely road trip between Halifax and Toronto that allowed us to visit some other places, like Quebec City for a couple of days on the way there and perhaps the 1000 Island area of Kingston on the way back. … Continue reading The Perfect Whirlwind
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