Slow it Down Please

Time to slow down the calendar, maybe add a few days or something because I am running out of time to get things done and have no idea where it went. Easy enough to slow down the clock but my time is now measured in weeks and months; I long ago lost any control over the hours in my day.

One of my happiest pastimes is Christmas shopping online, I am about half way done. I am enjoying getting my products before they are no longer available; very good strategy when shopping for children’s wishes and wants.



This is NOT in any way representative of how I run out of time.

Close Call

fe85008a153bfa0075278de2c760e1efI found myself with the strongest urge to clean and reorganize today. I knew it was at a critical stage when I began to line up all the mugs into neat rows.  I was already planning how I could upgrade my pantry by using decorative containers and the latest in food storage containers. Pretty in the front and utility in the back. The vision was growing and seemed to be highlighted with dancing sunbeams on this idyllic scene. I looked out the window and it was still overcast and raining, the wind was bending the trees in the wind and I recognized the danger signals. Quickly I poured myself a cup of tea, grabbed a catalog and settled onto the sofa under a quilt and a cat by my side.

I am better now, not a single thought of cleaning or organizing anything. I haven’t had a close call like that since spring. I am hopeful this horrible incident will not repeat as the new fall programming is coming on the TV and there are lots of catalogs as companies try to persuade one to part with their money for that big commercial event called Christmas.


August Preparation Time

I have always been a winter person. Not the kind of winter person who embraces the snow and ice, skiing, skating and other winter pursuits. I am the type of winter person who is always preparing for winter. As I plant my garden in the spring I think about the food it will provide to get us through the winter. When I am looking for anything, I always have an eye out for how it will benefit us through the winter. I get anxious if the outside home repairs are not completed before September 1st, keeping an eye to the thermometer for that first killing frost. 11174857_877408438969712_66517093008883550_n

I believe the label given to people like me is a “nester” because I want my home to be warm, safe and full of wonderful things that make special memories.  Call me what you will, I will always be the ant and never the grasshopper; I don’t know if I could ever relax enough for that.

Living in a manufactured home I am without a basement or even a cellar, what I do have however is a wonderful area custom built pantry shelves just off my kitchen. I always feel a sense of relief when I see the shelves full with this year’s harvest and the bounty we have been blessed with.

Now where did I leave my paint brush? The shutters and trim need some ‘spiffing’ up.

Here Comes Summer

Forever adapting and modifying my summer hobbies and chores to accommodate my mobility issues  has certainly sparked my creativity. I had the opportunity to paint or rather repaint garden gnomes, frogs and bugs for my neighbour; in return she used the weed trimmer all around the yard, under all the trees, and around my gardens.

The word gardens creates a more striking impression than it really is. I have three raised beds for gardening and one is exclusively for strawberries, the middle one is for salad fixings and the third one was for herbs.  There is a flower bed in the center of the yard that marks the beginning of the mini orchard we have planted.  Happily we had one serving of honeyberries off our little tree this year.  There were lots of blossoms for saskatoons but whether we get fruit is still to be determined.  The raspberry bushes are producing this summer so we might have enough for a few desserts.

It is also time to take care of home maintenance before winter once again returns for another visit. I am painting the decorative shutters as well as the doors in a Colonial Blue, though I admit the paint in the can looks more like a dark gray.  I guess I will be surprised either way.

The bushes in the front yard have finally gotten well rooted and thrived this spring, giving us beautiful, fragrant lilacs and the maple has grown so we should get some colourful leaves this autumn.

Like the ant and the grasshopper, I prefer to be the ant so this winter we can enjoy the season in comfort and warmth with the preserved fruits of summer to give us a taste of sunshine on the gloomy days.


In Touch


Decisions, decisions, decisions…

Instant communication has allowed us to convey information, greetings and general chatter to those that we include in our electronic address books.  the downside of course is the lack of depth in those messages. A written letter conveys more depth and insight that our 140 character messages permit.

I love fountain pens, coloured inks and pretty papers. I have sealing wax and seals that I haven’t been able to use yet but am delighted to have them.  I tell myself I am going to sit and write a proper letter to this friend or that but never seem to find the right time.  I have an image of me seated in a comfortable chair at my antique writing desk, an inkwell and a choice of pens to share my feelings and thoughts.

The reality is my fountain pen generally gets replaced with low cost disposable pens, the inkwell has been replaced by ink cartridges (I will find my fountain pen someday) and the pretty paper is pretty much the standard 8X11 white copier paper.  I do have business size envelopes and a booklet of generic postage stamps; all together these do not inspire me to write anything.

Time to unplug and get back to my true self; but first I should check my Facebook page and my Pinterest account….

I Know the Answer

People are asking what’s wrong with kids these days? I’ll tell you; their parents are not doing their job of raising them.  There, I said it.  How many times do you hear that not all too common “F” word out of the mouths of children? Once is too often in my opinion.  Where are the boundaries of decency and acceptability? Parents should not be afraid of their kids hating them, suck it up Mom and Dad, you are the parent, not the friend.  They have peer appropriate friends and they need you to be their security and gate keeper.  How many parents dismiss the idea that kids should not have computers in their rooms, away from parental control.  How many children go to bed with electronics soothing them to stay in bed and eventually falling asleep? If your kid grows up to be a rude, crude, lazy, bully, secretive, under achiever then you are responsible for exactly what you raised.  Don’t try and tell me it takes a ‘village’ to raise that child, it takes fairness, responsibility, trustworthiness and safety. This dear parent is your opportunity to raise your children to be better than you were.  Parents want their children to have more than they did, now is your chance.  If you don’t say “No” how will your child learn boundaries and safety?  If you do not read to them, talk together as a family over the supper table, how will you know what is on their minds and how they think?  Quit being lazy and do your job.

Wellness encompasses, physical, mental, emotional and spiritual health and balance.  How are  you ensuring this for your child?

Now for the next kid that uses ‘that’ word, I have a bar of soap to help you clean up your language.

Rant over…


For whatever reason this season of life has found me in thought about life.  Not the big questions but the little steps that carry me on my journey in life so far.  One thing is certain, in hindsight it has passed very quickly yet at the time I was aching to be a few birthdays older it seemed that day would never arrive.   Time drags when we are young and then races by faster and faster as we age.

In those snippets of time, ambleance became ambulance, gravery became gravy, alblums became albums and libary became library.  Those moments passed without notice yet each change signaled growth.

My little grand daughter shows her independence when she says, “I did it all my byself.”  How quickly time will pass and soon it will be “I did it all by myself.”  She of course is anxious to be ‘big’, I am equally anxious to keep her young and not rush this growing up season she is in.  All too quickly she will be grown and independent, embarking on her life’s journey, just as we all do.