Sunday, 8 December 2019

Yarn over and over

Someone, an old babysitter maybe, taught me to crochet when I was six. I remember making long braided loops of yarn and thinking how pretty it was. Then, like kids do, I charged forth into something else and forgot all about the flash of the hook and the way the colours fell from my hands. I tried to knit a few years ago. HA! The two sticks made me stabby. I managed to make lots of knots before completely losing my patience with the whole enterprise and hurling the knobbly bits into the trash. And that should have been the end of it, except.... Except I remembered the hook, and started watching videos and puzzling out stitches. I’m not particularly good at it (being left-handed, and also clumsy) and it’s slow, frustrating going, but I’m ....I’ve got a Christmas project on the go now, and I want to finish it. Knot so bad for an old girl.

Monday, 2 December 2019

Bring on 2020 and the dancing bears

2019 has been kind. I’ve lost weight (a stomach operation, then changing my diet has made some drastic changes) I’ve been diagnosed with a (treatable) heart condition, and I have a job I really love. Job singular. For the first time in YEARS, I have ONE job, not a main and side-gigs. So of course I’ve been volunteering up a storm. Heh. You’d think I’d relax or something. My kids are gorgeous and amazing. The small boy Cass is now a senior in high school, with plans for university and his future. I’m so proud of the man he’s becoming, although I still miss the ghost of his six year old self with the flashing gap-toothed grin. Nowadays he’s much less likely to eat the last cookie and much more probable to ask me if I’ve seen the Gordon Ramsey turkey video, and then borrow the car. The small girl Rosey is now in tenth grade, and she’s flowering into a lovely, self-aware young woman. She comes in colours like a rainbow, as the old song says, and Rosey feels things deeply. She has wise old woman eyes, and she has the ability to empathize with everyone she meets. We lost one of the kitties this year, our calico-love Lucy. She went to sleep in her usual spot under Roo’s bed, and then went on ahead of us in her catly way. We miss her and her squeezebox purring that echoed through the house. The other two cats (the irrepressible Boo and Inky) and the housebunny Violet moped for a long time. Jasper is still doddering along. He’s deaf and cataract-laden, and he’s got a horrible racking cough that probably means he’s cooking up something nasty and cancer-related, but as long as he’s happy and able to be with us, we will certainly be thrilled to have him. Bear is....Bear. Still steady and sweet, still infuriating-at-times. He’s the easiest character to write about here, as he doesn’t change much. (A good *and* bad thing, sometimes.) Bring on the Roaring Twenties,

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Sighing that it’s Sunday

And another weekend is in the can. Shopping, a lot of walks (with the sadly aging and grey-ing doggo, who is probably on a long slow decline, as most big dogs are wont to do) some reading, some cleaning, a huge-and-delicious potato salad consumed, a garden full of seeds planted. (Potting soil, seeds, cardboard egg cartons. The ground is yet to be raked, although that will have to be this week, since the seeds are showing green soft heads and relishing the warmth of the sun porch.) 

One kid is blissed out with a new movie, and the other, re-reading her English assignment. 

I have yet to make lunches, but once I get off the couch and get that done, I’ll probably opt for throwing some laundry in and an early bedtime. Fresh sheets and a good book. Yum.

A delicious way to end the weekend.

Monday, 22 May 2017

good Methodist kid

We are all amalgamations of our upbinging. Good or bad, that's just the way the chips fall, and it's up to each one of us to tweak these parts and bits and make ourselves into who we want to be.

That process can take years. A lifetime, even.

Two tenets I carry with me are the Methodist creed (commonly attributed to John Wesley, although not found in any of his writings)  'Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.' And something less famous, although no less thought of, ' Do nice things, and nice things will happen to you'. Call it karma, call it common sense, call it whatever you like - it's something I believe in.

Today, at the end of a brilliant three day weekend, one where we all did something fun, both collectively and by ourselves, three days of blue skies and open-window freshness, I went to the car to pick up Cass at the beach where he was with a group of friends and found not one, but two gifts meant to make me feel appreciated for a small thing I'd done.

I love them.  I've been smiling all night. If you do nice things......

Back to work tomorrow.

Saturday, 20 May 2017

Lovely day Lovely day (A lovely day)*

This has turned into a most awesome day, my friends.

 The first day of a three day weekend, weather switching from melt-your-face-off heat into sweet late spring sunshine, and so much possibility in every sigh of the wind.

Bear called up the stairs "Want to go to breakfast?"

I actually had to wake the kids. They sleep harder now than when they were small. After enjoying food not-cooked-by-me (yay!)  we went through the car wash, drove through the countryside in search of a new flooring shop that has been advertising itself all over Facebook but was still not open on Saturday ????? and chatted and laughed and I only had to stop two sibling puckers. (Named, of course, for the faces I get when I shut the arguing down.)

Cass's music boomed through the speakers. Now, Cass and I don't always agree on music -he's been going through a shudderingly awful rap stage- but this was bouncy. And techno, in a way that brought to mind the (unimaginably number of years ago) time when I was in my first car, going to go pick up my friends for a high school dance. Weirdly similar. I was musing on how everything old is new again (oh my god, rompers are back!) when the boy informed me with a smug twinkle that he knew I'd love it, as it was a song from 1986.

Apparently he'd heard it on the bus heading home from the track meet, and now it was on his playlist. So everything old IS new again. (But this time, NO ROMPERS.)

We stopped at a lovely new market, then drove home, planning a barbecue. After Bear remembered that our grill is out of commission, he and Cass found an old washer, yanked it's insides out, and now I have a fire pit.

I am so excited to try it out. Not tonight for supper, tho', as there's a partial fire ban on, and we can't have a fire until after dark. But SOON.

Tonight we're eating the first batch of potato salad.

Hello, summer.

*title, of course, from the Bill Withers song

Thursday, 30 March 2017

spring needs to spring

It's been interesting around here lately.

We're just coming out of an unseasonably late ice storm, which whirled the trees and coated everything in frozen water and despair. Today, the sun came out again and people squinted and smiled at the glints coming off the still frozen branches, amazed at the blue blue sky and hoping that this truly was the last, that there will be spring, and soon.

My daughter is struggling with something at school, which has impacted the way she sees everything around her.  She's asked for help and been blown off twice by adults that ought to have taken her concerns seriously. Suffice to say, I can't *wait* for parent-teacher.

Meanwhile, the teenager has been recommended to go into 'fancy' math classes. I plan to ask him more about those tomorrow while I take him to go get new glass in his (three-week-old) new glasses. (Long story short: the teen was with a group of friends at a hockey game, someone rooting for the other team shoved one of his friends, Cass dove in to save his friend and.....forgot????.....he had glasses on. They sailed through the air, skittered under some seats and boom! Weren't crushed or broken but had some horrible scratches. You know the news is not good when the first thing you hear when you answer the phone is "Mom, I'm sorry") Thank god for Vogue Optical. Vogue definitely isn't the cheapest, but their repair or replace promotions have been a god-send the last few years.

Tomorrow is work, appointments, popcorn and movie night. This weekend is possibly a tea festival, definitely another hockey game, most likely some walks with the big camera and welcoming spring.

Because jeez, after the last month, we all need it.

Wednesday, 22 February 2017


It has been a long, hard, slog of a day.

Work was the usual, with just a soup├žon of extra crazy. Many phone calls today, many clients talked to. Manymanymany.

My cat has a mysterious chunk of fur missing from the back of her neck. I suspect she and her brother have been wrestling again.

I've started drinking more tea than coffee. Who am I??? I have always loved coffee. Tea, right now, just feels homier and more comforting. And since I was gifted a tea-monkey (it's a tea strainer shaped like a wee monkey and it's arms grip the sides of the cup!) I've been drinking loose tea.
But tonight is all about a straight tea bag of lemon zinger in an old cup, pyjamas, and going to bed early.

My brain, she is tired.

Monday, 20 February 2017

something smells like French Toast

Lolling in bed on the last day of a three-day-weekend, I have things to do but the bed! She whispers sweetly about naps and reading and no, I must be strong and GET UP, for I've things to do, work keys to find, and a walk to take. Catch you later.

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Second verse, same as the first

Holy hell, is this thing on? (Taps mic)

Well. In the latest round of The Song Remains The Same, I've left two jobs I very much liked and gone to one full time (full-time!!)  gig that, it's hard to describe how I feel about it. It's a fast paced always-changing never-the-same-two-days-in-a-row job that I both love fiercely and loathe, but it comes with fantastic coworkers and (usually) leaves me feeling like I've done something productive and meaningful at the end of the day.

Still two kids, one husband, a dog. But we've added a house rabbit.

I've started cleaning and purging, which usually means Spring must be on its way. Given that last week we had huge snowdrifts after a blizzard wound its way over Nova Scotia, this may be wishful thinking.

But I hope not.

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Crowded house

There are multitudes in my head tonight. I really have to start journaling or at least jotting things down, because the characters in my head are getting louder - and now they're all having conversations with each other, and things are getting muddled. That's never good.

I've been toying lately (or the idea has been toying with me, I'm not always sure who's leading who) with what makes me happy, and writing things down?? That makes the list, in spades.

So! Here I am. How've you been? That's a great colour on you.

Let's go on an adventure, shall we?

Yarn over and over

Someone, an old babysitter maybe, taught me to crochet when I was six. I remember making long braided loops of yarn and thinking how pretty ...