Tuesday, 25 April 2017

April Showers

It's been April showering with a vengeance here this month and May flowers have already started to bloom.

The bunnies are busy doing what bunnies do.  At one point yesterday we had four of them in our back yard.

Life is returning.

Let me's still too cold out here.

Happy Spring.

Monday, 24 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.   You can find her in my sidebar.  Feel free to join in.  Write some poetry (it doesn't have to rhyme), read, critique, share your thoughts and feelings.   It's fun, It's free, What could be better?
I'd like to take a minute to thank Diane once more for starting this special day.  Since I have been participating the words have been coming more frequently and I have been enjoying it so very much.

An Ordinary Day

Start the day off
with  a yawn,
listen to bird song
with the dawn,
someone says
“kettle’s on”
and so the day begins.
 A little this,
a little that,
stop to give the cat a pat,
cut some flowers
for the vase,
take a break,
and in the pause,
give thanks.
There is nothing quite so lovely
as an ordinary day.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

Quiet Reflection

It's Sunday, a time for quiet reflection.
So far I've ruminated on and come to decisions on the following:
1.  I like Williams quesadilla.
2.  I don't know how long you can safely store eggs in the fridge (hen eggs that is) but I'm pretty sure mine have exceeded their 'best before' date.
3.  The grass needs cutting.
4.  I need to dust.
5. The laundry is getting away from me.
6.  I enjoyed my visit with the birds at the pet store but I wouldn't want to clean up after one.
7.  It's time to open the doors and windows and 'blow the stink out' as my Mom used to say.
Not bad, considering it's just barely noon.  A whole half a day yet to ponder, quietly.  Come to any useful conclusions yourself today?

Friday, 21 April 2017


Albert Einstein said, "The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."  It must be a pretty effective illusion to have all of us buy into it simultaneously.
Dr. Bradford Skow says, "Past present and future all exist together."  He says, "The present is not in a 'spotlight of time' but rather that we are in a 'temporally scattered condition'".
I feel scattered.
Perhaps it is a good thing that we have all bought into our present view of reality.  Perhaps our human brains are not capable of absorbing what reality really is.  Perhaps the problems and issues of this reality have been concocted for us to take our minds away from the true problems and issues of the true reality.  If so, we could certainly do with a few less of these fictitious problems and worries.
As to the past, present and future all existing together, I find it comforting in a way that everything and everyone I have known and loved are all still here, still functioning on another plane of existence temporarily invisible to me.
If time is an illusion, is life an illusion?  Are we all the product of some mad scientists imagination?  When he gets tired of us will he flush us?  Or are we just a dream and we will evaporate when the dreamer awakes?
I like to think of us all as time travellers from nowhere headed somewhere.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could all just hold hands and experience the journey in peace?

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words For Wednesday is  a weekly writing prompt which can be composed of words, music, pictures...anything that may bring inspiration.  This weeks prompt is supplied by Lee of Kitchen Connection (you can find her in my sidebar).  Why not join in?  Use the prompts any way you like to fire your imagination to write poetry, prose, fiction, non fiction...the sky's the limit.

This weeks words are:
ludicrous, activity, rebellious, sceptical, acknowledge, begrudge
philosophy, foolhardy, advantage, flawless, discovery, canopy

Here goes:

The four little faeries living under the canopy of the ancient oak (Moonlight, Sunbeam, Starbright and DayDream by name) could not agree.
“Simply ludicrous,” chirped Sunbeam, “a civilization of giants living beyond the great Oak.”  Moonlight and Starbright were sceptical as well.  “And,” sighed Starbright, “your foolhardy notion of venturing into uncharted territory beyond Mother Oak can only lead to disaster.”  Starbright could always see the potential for disaster.
DayDream struck a rebellious pose (not easy for someone only two inches tall).  “I acknowledge it has an element of danger but surely you don’t begrudge me a little adventure.”
Sunbeam smoothed her flawless golden hair.  “There will be no advantage to this activity DayDream.  Even if you make the discovery of a race of giants who is to say they will be friendly.  It may be their philosophy to crush all small, flying creatures.  You know we aren’t much bigger than a dragonfly.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” whispered Amelia, “I just saw a faerie.”

John smiled.  His daughter had some fanciful notions at times …but… a faerie.  Now that was simply ludicrous.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday comes to us from Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Why not join in with us.  Write a poem, read some poems, critique, share your ideas.  It's fun, it's free....why not?

The Song of the Old-Timers

Ashes to ashes
dust to dust,
my body’s slowly
turning to rust.
There’s more behind
than lies ahead.
My favourite place
is in my bed.
Teeth I keep
in a jar,
glasses never
very far,
can’t hear things
when they are said,
all my troubles
are in my head.
My memory
is growing dim
but I can still
remember him;
he can still
remember me,
we’ll carry on
and let it be.
Life’s for the living
so it’s said
and us old folks,
we’re not yet dead.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Pure Joy

I took them on an Easter hunt
and it was plain to see
the bunny'd been quite busy
hiding eggs for kids for free.
They picked up pink and yellow too
and purple ones, and eggs of blue.
Each plastic egg there hid a treat
and every one was something sweet.
"I like candy.." crowed the boy
"especially chocolate gives me joy."
The little girl, she could not speak.
Her mouth so full, she could only squeak
but you could see her eyes a'twinkle.
"Look grandma, a chocolate sprinkle"

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Stand Off

As I ate my breakfast this morning, gazing out the kitchen window at the newly solidified morning light, I watched a black squirrel drop from the wires into the neighbours maple tree.  As it made it's way down the trunk something caused it to stop, creep around to the other side and peek around, then back up the trunk to the lower branches.  Its tail was swirling and twitching and I could hear his plaintive cries through the closed windows.  What on earth was out there to upset it?  Rising from my chair I saw a rabbit on the lawn below the tree.  A rabbit?  The squirrel was afraid of a rabbit?   Bunny had to be aware of the squirrel with all that racket going on but it sat there lost in contemplation of something and totally ignoring the little scamp.  The complaining and travelling up and down the trunk carried on throughout my oatmeal.  Squirrels are not smart.  It could have gone back up the tree, regained the wire and continued on its way but all it knew was that it wanted to go down the tree and it couldn't.  Finally, taking pity on the squirrel I opened the front door and slammed it shut.  The rabbit moved a couple of feet and resumed meditation.  The stand off continues.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Sugar Rush

The grandies will be going on an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow at a local school.  Grandma and Grandpa will take them.  Lots and lots of candy.  YAY
On Monday the grandies will be coming here with their Momma  and there will be (can you guess) lots and lots of candy.  Candy in their Easter gift boxes, candy sitting out in dishes (which will go home with them).  There will be ice cream and cake.  There will be two hyper kids going home with their parents.  Grandma and Grandpa will take a nice nap after they leave.  The Momma will not be so lucky.  Hey...every once in a while it's nice to get even with your kids.

Thursday, 13 April 2017


Windows won’t open,
no, windows won’t start.
Computer, I tell you,
you’re breaking my heart.
No colour to be seen.
Please wait, says the screen.
I’ll hold my breath,
and try not to scream.
I’ve work to be done,
but the circle keeps spinning.
Miserable machine,
for me there’s no winning.
Oh look, three million updates
are waiting to load.
Maybe I could just
throw it out on the road.
Lots of traffic today,
it might get run over.
With any luck
by a big bulldozer.
Oh, wait,
there’s a pause
and my icons are back
but with only white squares,
of colour there’s a lack.
Will it come back?
I’ll go get a snack
and maybe when I come back…..
well shoot….the whole thing just went down.
No, wait,
it’s back
and it’s all on track.
I love my computer.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks prompt can be found on Kitchen Connection and was provided by Lee.  You can find her in my side bar.  Wander over and read her take on the words.  Join in with us.  Write prose or poetry using some or all of the words or, just use the words to inspire an idea of your own and run with it.  There are no rules…just fun.

This weeks words are:  gaunt, lone, timorous, challenge, obsolete, common, blatant, scenic, retreat, caress, compromise and embarrassing.

Here we go:

Kaleana gave her children one last caress before she left them in the rocky den they called home.  It was a ‘compromise’ situation.  They were, to her mind, weak and defenceless creatures but they had to eat and she had to search for food.
Perched on a boulder overlooking the scenic valley below Kaleana searched   the terrain for a potential target.  It was embarrassing, she thought, how gaunt she had become and how timorous she felt about leaving her children alone even for a short time.  It was a challenge to focus on the hunt.
Common sense dictated she search for easy prey, something fast and simple she decided.  A lone wolf, she had only her own resources to bag her dinner.

She tossed her head back giving her an appearance of blatant superiority and, eschewing the practically obsolete shopping carts at the entrance to the mini mart, grabbed one of the new eco- friendly hand baskets.  She would shop and then go home to her den where three surly teenagers awaited her.  Once they had been fed she could safely retreat to her rock garden and, hopefully, her sanity.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

At Last

Today it is raining BUT....yesterday the temps reached 20 degrees C.   We put our comfy chairs on the porch, filled our coffee cups and....yes......had coffee on the porch.  We know it's early and won't be a regular thing just yet but oh the joy.  Coffee on the porch weather....what could be better?

Monday, 10 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in with, write, critique, share your thoughts and ideas.   We want to hear from you.

Dark Night, Diamond Delight

Bare, gnarled trees,
their groping, scratching fingers
gathering diamonds
to their branches,
are cast about with gossamer draperies
                     of mist and starlight.
 They tremble in the darkness
that is never truly dark,
 watching the galaxy
as it  races past
on its nightly voyage,
a lullaby to the trees.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

Lest We Forget

This morning I, like a good many Canadians, was glued to the CBC watching the memorial service from Vimy.   It brought a lump to the throat and a tear to the eye to see the several thousand empty boots placed around the site representing the Canadian lives lost during the taking of the ridge from the Germans.  It was a very graphic reminder of the cost and consequence of war.  Please God, never again.

Saturday, 8 April 2017



The black one
is sleeping
stretched over three couch cushions,
tummy to the sun, 
oblivious to the world.
watch him closely,
his eyes glued shut,
limbs relaxed,
his ears turn
from side to side
like a periscope.
Unpleasant noises
like the slap of the screen door
cause the tip of his tail
to twitch,
his left front paw
to curl
but the eyes
remain closed.
The ears turn
at the sound of the can opener
he is beside me
fused to my ankles
uttering his one syllable demand
The master has spoken.

I was thinking about my dear old Nick and how he would curl around my ankles growling Now Now when there was something good in the kitchen.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

The Universe Has Spoken

Twice I typed out a nice (or so I thought) post and twice the universe deleted it right in front of my eyes.  One minute it was there and the next it was gone.   Message received.
...and oh's snowing


I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning having my breakfast and watching the birds go about their business.  They were just humble birds; robins, starlings and sparrows all trying to find their own breakfast.  Suddenly there was a grand flurry of wings as they took to the sky separately and severally to seek trees and bushes.  That could only mean one thing....a hunter in the sky.  There it was, flying low under rain laden clouds, sweeping, circling, a black shape with a tremendous wing span spelling death to small creatures on the ground.  In seconds there was not a bird in sight.  The sky was empty of all but the hunter.  Well, we all want our breakfast.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This week the words were provided by Lee of Kitchen Connections.  You can find her in my side bar.  She's provided us with quite the selection.
announcement, strategy, minority, dictate, fluid, enigmatic
recognition, playful, divisive, evening, picturesque and antique.
Just a word to Lee here to thank her for the extra large and bolded print.  My aged eyes appreciate it.
Join in with us...use the words to write a story or poem or just use the words to inspire a train of thought and then run with it.  We just want you to write and/or read.  Join in, let us know so we can drop in and read.

Here we go:

"Standing on this antique foot bridge in our picturesque village of Doon this evening, it is so pleasant to see all our townspeople gathered together for a common purpose.  We are here to give recognition to our outgoing mayor Tom Tweedle.  It is true that council experienced a few divisive moments over Toms playful (we hope) proposal to burn down the town hall to collect the insurance money.  I'm pleased to say common sense did dictate the outcome with only a minority voting for the 'slash and burn' strategy.  Other than this one little hiccup, Toms tenure as Mayor passed smoothly and without drama.  It pains me, therefore, to make this announcement.  Our enigmatic ex Mayor and fellow citizen has been incarcerated for attempted insurance fraud.  The court did dictate a seven year sentence but allowed for a possible release date in five years....sooner with good behaviour.  The judge seemed to be fluid with the terms.  I believe he was among the minority on council who voted for Toms plan.  If the media has moved on we will continue with the rest of the nights agenda.  Now, let's all gather together around the bonfire to toast Tom and toss a few gallons of gasoline on the fire.  I think we're close enough to the Town Hall."

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Checking Up On Gary

For those who know and care about our friend Gary of Klahanie (see my side bar)...a little update.  So far he has not been able to get his surgery scheduled.  More of that famous red tape getting in the way.  Please keep him in your thoughts.

Thought For The Day

I wish life was more like knitting.  When you knit, if you make a mistake you can fix it and no one is any the wiser for it.  If you get halfway through a pattern and decide you don't like where it's going all you have to do is rip it out and use the yarn for something else.  Life could take lessons from knitting.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by our good friend Diane from On The Alberta/Montana Border.  You can find her in my side bar.   Join in, write a poem, read, critique, share your's fun, it's can't go wrong with that.

 Shades of night
are softly falling,
gently calling
from darkened streets.
The cold wind moaning,
in the new found city gloaming
moves between buildings
now dressed in deepest purple,
starlight glimmer.
As the darkened streets grow dimmer
steeped in midnight blue,
velvet black,
grey mists swirl and sweep
into every tiny crack.
‘Neath the lamp lights golden glow
curtained windows gleam
and grow
the shadows on the snow…
and magical
shadows on the snow,
from palest mauve to deepest ink.
So many shades of night
to know.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

Stupid Brain

My brain is dumb...really, really dumb.... so easily tricked by my eyes.
I've been cutting calories (on a minimal basis) for months now and my stupid brain hasn't caught on yet.
I cut back on my portions (just a little mind you) and spread my food out over a slightly smaller plate.  Brain sees a full plate and is perfectly happy.
I spread the hubs rice cake with Becel and cream cheese.  My rice cake gets no Becel and half the amount of cream cheese spread carefully over every nook and cranny.  Brain sees rice cake and cream cheese and doesn't notice there is no Becel and there is less cream cheese even though it was there whilst I practised my treachery (skulduggery).
When I cut our afternoon snack apple in half I make sure one half is just a tad bigger.  The hubs gets the bigger half (nicely sliced of course) and I get the smaller half cut in a few more slices.  Brain, well, brain sees a whole lot of apple.  Good to go.
Cashews for a snack?  I take half the amount I give the hubs BUT  eat them very slowly.  Hubs finishes his and is eyeballing mine.  Brain says, 'wow, look at all these cashews I still have".
You see what I mean?
Stupid brain.

***Becel is a heart healthy margarine (or so the advertising says)

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Dance On

Take your place
in the circle
little one.
For you my son,
the dance
is just begun.
May you be one
who stands not
by the wall
but takes your place
head high
and standing tall.
You'll weave and dip
as life lands
its many blows
of good and bad.
No one really knows
how long the dance
will last.
I will take
my place
by the door.
For me the dance
is nearly o'er.
Be strong my son.
Dance on.

Friday, 31 March 2017

Sweet Delight

It's a dismal, drizzly day in South Western Ontario as Spring goes out with a soggy wet splot.  Still, there is something to look forward to this weekend beside the promised sun and better temps.  This weekend it's the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival; the wolds largest single day festival honouring the life blood of the Canadian Sugar Maple.  The first festival was in 1965 so this year is the 52nd annual festival.  Tourists come from around the world to tour the sugar bush, observe the sugaring off process and taste the sweet results drizzled over pancakes made on site and so much more.  Gallons of the sweet treat will be served up and gallons more sold for sugar aficionados to take home.  If you are in the area best show up early to get a parking spot.

Thursday, 30 March 2017

Wow....That's Unbelievable

The other day we got a 'order in' menu from a local Chinese restaurant.  We do occasionally order a Chinese dinner when the kids come over.  It's a treat for me.  I get to visit with the grandies and not have to spend a lot of my time in the kitchen.  We hadn't used this particular restaurant before so I was interested in seeing what their menu and prices were like.
A little aside  now to let you know that in Ontario there is a new law in the works requiring all fast food places and restaurants to post the calorie content on their menus.  It isn't law yet but some places have started to comply already.  This restaurant has complied ahead of the law.
Let's just say I won't be ordering Chinese food ever again.  Most of the dinner combo's provide the consumer with about three days worth of calories.  And you know, an hour after you eat a Chinese dinner you want to eat again right?  Can you imagine?  Oh, and the rest of the items that were more reasonable in calorie guessed it.....we don't really care for those.
I'm a little concerned about what I'm going to see when all the eateries have to comply.  I have a feeling I'm going to be in 'calorie shock'.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This weeks word prompts are provided by River of Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my side bar.  Join in and have some fun.  Use the words or an idea sparked by the words...write poetry, prose..whatever comes to mind.
The words are:
angry, tried, street, slashed, astounded, swore
involved, solitary, longest, change, library, needing

Here we go:

Jess was simply ASTOUNDED as she exited the LIBRARY after work.  A glance up and down the STREET revealed a line of cars that had been vandalised....spray paint, SLASHED tires, broken was a disgrace.  She SWORE under her breath.  "Those INVOLVED with this should be TRIED and sentenced to SOLITARY confinement for the LONGEST possible term." she raged.  "I am so very ANGRY about this.  Something is NEEDED to be CHANGED  in the way we handle the youth in this city."
"Hi Aunt Jess." Steve smirked.  "Ready to go home?  Did you notice YOUR car wasn't damaged?  "  A cold chill ran down her back as she observed her nephew.  "Do you know anything about all this?" she asked.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Spring's Bounty

Pussy willows from our bushes in the back yard.   These bushes were grown from slips from my parents pussy willow trees some 15 or more years ago.  For once the rabbits didn't chew them down to the ground over winter.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane from On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Join in with us.  Write, read or critique, share your opinions...we want to hear from you.

Wild and Windy Ways

I like to wander
in Spring weather.
As cold winds whip
I like to wonder
where they've been
where they're going
while they are 
so wildly blowing.
I suppose there is no way
of knowing
if they whizzed past
another little girl
just like me
who likes to wander
in Springs wild weather.

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Earth Hour

Last night was 'earth hour' night.   Dutifully at 8:30 we turned off the TV (and the hockey game was on), turned out the lights, powered off the computer, sat in the dark and (gasp) talked to each other for an hour.   In case you were worried about the hubs missing his hockey game, it's okay, the Leafs were losing anyway.  He really didn't care.  Around nine I looked out the front and noticed no one else had their lights off.  A quick check out back revealed the same thing.   Is no one doing Earth Hour anymore?  Well we still sat there for the hour in darkness anyway.   What did you do for Earth Hour last night.

Thursday, 23 March 2017

True Grit

Yesterday a good many Canadians were glued to their televisions.  News coming out of Great Britain was about a cowardly and savage attack in London, the very heart of the country, in front of the sitting House and on Westminster Bridge, the very heart of the city.  
The lone attacker mowed down helpless pedestrians on the bridge and savagely stabbed a policeman to death outside the House as he endeavoured with his last breath to protect those inside going about the nations business.
First responders wasted no time in eliminating the threat and aiding those injured on the bridge.
Four people, including the attacker and the policeman he stabbed to death, died.  Twenty nine people were injured, Brits and tourists alike.
Our dear old queen, veteran of unspeakable situations, addressed her nation and expressed her sorrow and sympathy for all involved.  Prime Minister May informed the nation that they would never buckle under terrorism.
Keep Calm and Carry On is the watchword of the day as Brits this morning go about their daily routines with a 'stiff upper lip'.
Our mother country continues to inspire us with her courage, determination and 'true grit'.
Canadians hearts are with you all.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

River has provided us with the words this week.  You can find her in my sidebar at Drifting Through Life.  Join in with us...
the words are kitchen, multiple, facility, wing, gourmet, straight, pancake, flipping, condensed, decent, apart, weak

Here goes...

"It's a decent enough facility Karen.  I don't know what your problem is.?
"Well let me condense the facts for you Kevin.  The kitchen would be fine if pancake flipping was your game.  It definitely is NOT a gourmet set up and the banks of multiple deep fat fryers is a greasy spoon heaven.  In my considered opinion this kitchen, this entire facility, is definitely not the quality a top chef like myself has come to expect.   I'm going straight to management and complain."
"We're not allowed in that wing of the building Karen and frankly, I'm feeling too weak to get that far."  Josh sighed.  "They keep us apart from management. me help you sit down.  These straight jackets make it difficult."

Thanks River, that was fun,.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

Long Time No See

The night sky is full of magic but we who dwell in the city haven't been able to see it for many years due to light pollution.
You can call  it up on line and watch live video but it isn't the same as standing outside and looking up.  Only then can you grasp the concept of how very small and insignificant we are within the grand picture.
The sky is one vast black velvet jewellers box littered with diamonds, alive with movement.
I miss the night sky.

This is what our little chunk of rock is hurtling through on a daily basis.  Astounding isn't it?

Monday, 20 March 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by our good Friend Diane at On the Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.    Join in...write something, read something, critique something, share your thoughts and ideas.  We want to hear from you.

Timing Is Everything

Time goes forward,
never back.
Of backwardness
it shows a lack.
My clock it ticks.
It never talks.
How fast it moves
always shocks.
This clock sat
on my folks shelf
and now, belongs
to me….myself.
I’d love to turn
it’s old hands back
but time goes forward,
never back.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Silly Rhyme

it's said
spins on a dime
and I
am living
on borrowed time
you can't 
buy time
with one thin dime
and that's
the end
of my silly rhyme

What can I tell you?  It's a slow news day.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Things I Never Learned At My Mothers Knee....

even though she tried hard to teach me.

  • Always put  a little aside for a rainy day.
  • Take time to get to know people before you trust them.
  • Don't take the first man to come along.
  • There is nothing wrong with staying single.
  • Moderation in all things.
  • Work for your living.  You'll be much happier.
  • Don't make fun of people if you don't want to be made fun of.
  • Don't eat too much sugar.
  • Eat your vegetables.
  • Don't be afraid to do a little extra.
  • Time wasted is time lost.
  • Appreciate you family.  Some day you won't have them.
It was all good advice and eventually I did learn (the hard way).  Well, maybe I still waste a little time.
What good stuff did your Mom try to teach you that you didn't listen to?
I think sometimes the lessons you learn the hard way stay with you a lot better than those you just accept from someone else.

Friday, 17 March 2017

Take It All With You When You Leave It All Behind

We were chatting, the wee man and I, about how Mother Earth is wearing out and how maybe some day humans will have to move to another planet where we would have to change our way of life in order to preserve our new home.
"Grandma, I'm going to build a big space ship and you and me and Grandpa are going to live on Mars.  The spaceship will be big and strong and it will be able to pick up your whole house and put it on Mars for us to live in."
"Sweet Little Man, there's nothing on shops, or hydro or water....nothing...just empty space.  I don't think we'd be very happy there.  There would be no parks and playgrounds or schools.  (The wee man loves his school.)"
"That's okay Grandma.  We'll take it all with us."
So much for getting away from it all.

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Ah Yes, I Remember It Well

When you were young did you ever learn from another persons mistakes?  Did you ever say to yourself, "Self, I see the mess that person has got themselves into and I'm not going to follow that path."?  Nope?   Nope!   Me neither.
Now that I'm older I definitely learn from others experiences.  In fact, I go out of my way to learn about their trials and mishaps.  I also find myself saying things that sound vaguely familiar;  things like, "I wish you would listen to me.  I'm just trying to save you a lot of heartache and trouble."

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

River from Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar) has provided us with our writing prompt this week....
riverbank, leadership, impressive, wachful, gifts, cheesecake   and/or   fountain, neck, conclusion, singed, purple, and lion.

Here goes:

Sigmund turned and addressed his legion of followers.

“We have only one enemy to face and she is practically indestructible.  Her name is Jolyn and her leadership of the Doog is second to none…impressive…very, very impressive.  She stands guard on the riverbank, ever watchful, protecting our target, the crystal fountain of Ytnelp.  She wears the purple raiment of the royal family…the lion rampant on her shield.  Her gifts of clairvoyance and future sight make her invincible.  Her banner flying high above her head is singed from the many magical battles she has fought in and won.  Her foot rests (figuratively) on the neck of her enemies.  I have come to the conclusion she can only be distracted from her duties by one thing…..and we have that one thing here….pass me the cherry cheesecake.  I go forth to vanquish .  Oh is REALLY good.”

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Spring is Sprung (well, almost)

The hubs and I come from country/farming backgrounds.  Spring in the country meant the sound of water rushing through the culverts, fiddlehead ferns growing along the sides of the concession roads and deep muddy ruts in the lane.  It meant starlings making nests in the mailboxes and that wonderful electric feeling of life stirring everywhere.  You could smell life on the Spring breezes.
We have been city dwellers for our entire married life (going on 43 years).  The signs of Spring are quite different in the city.  The first indication is the wet spots on the sidewalks from the snow melting alongside and running over the concrete.  Garbage and lost mittens start to poke through the filthy, gravelly snow.  Homeowners start scratching around their tiny city yards with rakes and balance on ladders to clean their windows.  Housewives feel compelled to do a thorough Spring cleaning.  Cars are run through the car wash to get rid of the winter muck and salt.  Here and there brave crocus and snowdrops poke through the black, wet earth.  In the air is the smell of diesel from the buses and traffic picks up as everyone wants out in the warmer air.  There is still that electric feeling that you feel in your middle but also a feeling of sadness, restlessness and, strangely, a sort of homesickness. 
I guess that’s the definition of Spring….excitement, sadness, restlessness and a homesickness for ...something…who knows what.

Monday, 13 March 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by our friend Diane from On The Alberta Montana Border.  She can be found in my sidebar.  You are invited to participate....write, read, critique, express an opinion.....we want to hear from you.

Let Your Little Light Shine

The creator sits,
hunched over a work bench
littered with the best of materials,
the finest of tools.
Ancient, unchanged,
unchangeable ,
the master watches over
millions of lit candles
while endlessly striving,
not for perfection
for deliberate imperfection.
After all, no candle
should burn forever.
As one flame
begins to dwindle,
another is lit from it.
as the old candle is tossed
toward the ceiling
its dying light
flashes across the vault of heaven,
a shooting star.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Little Boys and Their Toys

We had the wee man over yesterday for lunch and supper and inbetweens.  He's ten now you know and such a gentleman.  Pleases and thank yous and can I help you Grandmas.   Gotta love it.  We took him to the toy store (Simply Wonderful it's called) and we must have spent an hour their making a very important decision about what to buy within grandma and grandpa's budget of course.  Then we had to decide on a tiny gift to take home to Sister.  (She'll have her turn next weekend)  "This one Grandma, it says #1 Sister on it."  And so, the purple, bedazzled jelly purse with #1 Sister on it was purchased along with a Playmobile School Bus.   The afternoon was spent happily assembling and acquainting Grandma and Grandpa with the various merits of said bus.  We were all tired out by the time we took him home.

Friday, 10 March 2017

Healing Hopeful Helpful Thoughts Required

Our good friend Gary of Klahanie (see my sidebar) is finding it difficult to post these days and is awaiting surgery on his elbow.  Send a little love his way.....

On A Scale of One to Ten

Maybe a three.   That's how I rated my supper out at Williams Fresh Cafe tonight.  We ordered the Chicken Pizetta.  Burnt crust edges, soggy bottom, barely lukewarm and very very oily.  The taste wasn't bad though so I let it have a three for that.  Sheesh.  I hate spending money for a treat and then wishing I'd stayed home.

Thursday, 9 March 2017

Fast and Hearty

brown package of ground beef with a minced onion
drain off fat
add a can of diced tomatoes
a small can of tomato sauce
small cabbage shredded or chopped
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp pepper
a splot of Worcestershire

simmer covered for half an hour
or, until the cabbage is tender

serve over rice
(preferably whole grain rice)

you could also add dumplings if you were so inclined
and other vegetables

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

 This week River from Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my sidebar) is providing the prompts for Words For Wednesday.
The words this week are; notebook, qualities, doubt, join, hundred, instead   and/or   flying, signed, connections, manufacture, fifth, and ramp.

Here we go:

Mary had qualities that left him breathless.  He had no doubt she was the one for him.  Every day after school this week she stopped and talked to him outside the school, then he took her math notebook home with him and did her homework for her.  Every morning this week she met him outside the school, greeted him warmly, then signed her name to the work and went flying up the steps with her friends.  Not a word of thanks mind you, but that smile was worth the extra time spent doing her homework for her.  James would take a deep breath and wheel his chair up the ramp and into the building.  His friends had been trying to tell him no connection was possible with this girl, she was way too cool for him.  Some friends, James thought.  Still, when he thought about it, it did seem impossible.
Sighing, he waited patiently at the bottom of the steps Friday night.  He was planning on telling her he was no longer going to do her work for her.   It would be difficult but it had to be done.  Mary, however, had other ideas.
“Todd, sweetie…”  Mary breathed, “you’ve been so good to me all week.  Why don’t you join me at the Hundred Shakes Shop for a milkshake?  I’ll be there in about half an hour.  I have to go home first.” 
Todd, instead of ending the ‘homework connection’ found himself reaching for the notebook and saying, “I’d love to.”

Madge and Cecily, watching from the top of the steps, giggled and whispered together.  “She’s so good she can manufacture any kind of situation to sucker these geeks.  He’s the fifth one this month.”
Mary danced her way down the sidewalk to her home.  Todd had seemed like a real geek at first but after talking to him this week she realized he was a really nice guy.  She wanted to look extra nice when she met him at the Shake Shop.

Tuesday, 7 March 2017

Dreams and Nightmares

Maclean's  has posted an article 'The American Dream Has Moved To Canada'.  It may be so but it appears the American Nightmare of racial intolerance and hate crimes has moved here as well.  We hear daily about one atrocity or other.....shooting at mosques, bi racial families being harassed, a small child in a schoolyard subjected to racial slurs from a passing 'adult'.  What is happening people?
Has it always been here and we are just hearing about it more now?  Is it a global 'illness"?

Monday, 6 March 2017

Poetry Monday

Apple Blossom Time

Just two streets over
lady of spring,
into donning her finery early,
under the weight
of her disappointment
and shame.
(and an unexpected snow load)
It was Mother Nature's
cruel joke.
There will be
no apples this year.

Poetry Monday was started by our good friend Diane from On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).   Join in, write some poetry (it doesn't have to rhyme you know), read some poetry, share some insights, critique us......have some fun.

Sunday, 5 March 2017


I know I have said it before, that sometimes words visit me and won't leave me alone until I write them down...share them with someone.  I have watched the news..horrible news of people starving and people being harassed just for the crime of being themselves.  I dropped off to sleep and woke to words singing in my mind....over and over....write me down, write me down..and so

Angel of Peace and Hope

She leans forward,
hair falling over her perfect face.
Her gentle hands reach out
to brush away tears, 
straighten weary, sagging shoulders,
lift heads drooping with sorrow and exhaustion.
But she is only one....
one tiny angel of love and peace and hope
against the insanity
of hatred and greed.
So tired from the determined
to touch every broken bleeding heart.
She will serve until she can serve no more.
Blessed angel be with us now,
for now the need is great.

Shedding A Little Light

We have just switched over to LED lights in the house.  The bulbs are a little pricey compared to regular bulbs but they pull a fraction of the power and are supposed to last for years.  Here's hoping.  There are a few places in the house, like the basement, where we seldom venture so the bulbs have not been switched out there.  Maybe later.  Hopefully we'll see a difference in the hydro bill next month.  In the meantime, the new bulbs shed way more light than the old ones.  We shipped the 60 and 100 watt incandescent bulbs off to the Restore here in town.  They sell salvaged household building supplies and appliances and the proceeds go to Habitat for Humanity.
This whole procedure has left me in awe of just how many sources of light we have in this tiny little house. We would need another eight bulbs and one LED fixture to move totally to LED lighting.  Perhaps in time.  I'll need to save up again for a bit.

Saturday, 4 March 2017

Listen To The Universe As She Sings

Has the universe ever sent you a message?  They are usually subtle and easy to miss.  Sometimes though, the message is loud and clear and is repeated.
For example, years ago when I still had two parents existing in this dimension, we were planning a two hour road trip to visit them.
Warning number one...the day was supposed to be lovely but the wind was howling and the rain was horizontal.
That's all right.  We'll go anyway.
Warning number two...the hubs broke his glasses and I would have to drive.
That's all right.  I'm feeling confident today.  I'll drive and we  will head for home before it turns dark.
Warning number three...the daughter says she is feeling a little off and would rather stay home.  Nothing serious but she just didn't feel like going anywhere.
No problem, she's an elderly teenager capable of staying home by herself.
Warning number four...actually more like being hit upside the head with a hammer...we were backing out of the driveway and the brakes failed.
Well then...okay....message received.
By nightfall the three of us had the spades.  Can you imagine the misery of trying to drive home with three people feverish and having to stop every few minutes and get out of the car?  Not to mention the fact that we would have exposed my elderly parents to the disease.
Moral of the story.  Listen for those messages from the universe.   Sometimes you only get one.

Friday, 3 March 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

This month the words are being provided by River of Drifting Through Life.  You can find her in my sidebar.
The words are;  speakers, clock, condense, abundance, famous, extension  and/or   stuttering, marble, newest, highway, coffee and doorway.

Here we go.

Nancy glanced at the dashboard clock and sighed.  Her old VW was stuttering its way   down the highway so slowly she was sure she was going to be late to make her presentation yet again.
“Call your prof and ask for an extension.” Dale suggested.
“Won’t work” Nancy replied.  “I’ve had an abundance of extensions on this project.  He told me the last time that it was now or never.”
Dale turned the volume down on the car speakers and spoke seriously.  “The man may be a famous author and a great teacher but he’s cold as marble.  When I was doing my project he told me to condense some of my best work into one small paragraph.  He said, ‘it wasn’t reflective of the newest thinking on the topic’.”
Nancy squirmed in her seat.  “I need a pit stop and a black coffee.  I’m pulling over at the next Tim’s.  The professor will just have to deal.  Hey!  Isn’t that professor Woodruff in the doorway of that sleazy looking motel?   And, that’s not his wife with him.”

Dale chuckled.  “Looks like you’ll have no problem with just one more extension.  Let’s stop and have a little chat with the old prof.”

Thursday, 2 March 2017


I have been without the Internet since Sunday night.   I called.....was advised to swap out my modem at the Rogers store...did so....still didn't work.....called again....was advised the problem was in the pole.  Well duh!  Didn't I already tell you that?  No point in being rude to's not their fault.  Anyhoo they said they would get right on that between 24 and 48 hours.   Just keep trying it on and off.  You know the drill, unplug everything, wait ten minutes, plug everything back in and try again.  As my Mom would say, "It's enough to make you chew nails and spit rust."
Well, I'm back up now so I'll be browsing around checking up with all of you and then I'll tackle Words for Wednesday.  On Thursday no less.  Sheesh.

Monday, 27 February 2017

Poetry Monday

Moisture Magic

seeping into corners of fence rows,
undulating over fields,
it drapes the woods
with bridal veils,
distorts the most familiar of objects
into images of horror,
coats window panes
and branches
with pearls,  beads,  of moisture
lending mystery and magic
to the everyday,
then, gently lays
a cold wet kiss on your cheek.
                              It’s foggy today.

Sunday, 26 February 2017


Nothing comes to mind.
Pen to paper,
a couple of words,
scratch them out,
start again.
Crumple the paper,
empty the garbage,
look out the window,
I got nothin'.

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Happy Birthday

Today we celebrate the hubs 73rd birthday.  His birthday was really on Thursday but we have our 'do' on the weekend.  Turkey dinner is on the menu and carrot muffins for dessert as the hubs wouldn't touch a sugar laden birthday cake with a ten foot birthday candle.  He says he'd rather just forget the whole thing but I know he'd be disappointed if we didn't make just a little fuss.

Friday, 24 February 2017

Bed Head

Are you a bed maker?  Do you make your bed every day, first thing?  Do you leave it unmade for a while to air out?  Do you open the window regardless of the weather to air the bed/room before making the bed?  Do you use a duvet or a comforter or blankets...or a combination thereof?  Do you wash your sheets every day or every week or is that too personal a question to ask?
Most days I open the window and let the bed/room air for half an hour or so but there are days when there is just too too much to get done and I find myself falling into an unmade bed at night.  It doesn't feel good.  I have an old fashioned bedspread that I turn down each night so I have blankets on my bed.  I would love to have fresh sheets every day but I'm far to lazy to do that much laundry so I settle for once a week.
I just have one more question.  Why is it that company always drops in on the day you didn't make your bed?

Thursday, 23 February 2017

Using Words For Wednesday

 The words, I will admit, were a bit of a challenge this week.
Gaseous, green, ghostly, grammar, glob and ghoul
Dastardly, dunce, dragon, destiny, Doberman and dinner

Here we go:

 “Where” the dragon asked in a deceptively quiet voice, “is my dinner?”
A ghostly, gaseous green vapour rose to ceiling height over his head, quivering slightly, as though even ghosts and ghouls recognised a dangerous situation when they saw it.
“I haven’t got your dinner.” Elspeth said sternly.  “You don’t deserve a dinner after your dastardly behaviour at lunch.”
“What” hissed the dragon, “dastardly behaviour are you referring to, little girl?”
“Well, for one thing you left a big glob of mashed potato on the carpet for me to clean up and you didn’t even apologise.”  Elspeth looked the dragon right in its blazing red eyes.  “Also,” she continued, “your grammar has been atrocious lately.  I taught you better than this you know.  If you can’t behave yourself any better than this I’m going to send you to the pound and I’m going to adopt that sweet little Doberman puppy in your place.”
The dragon reared its head back and fanned its scales.  One huge tear dropped from its eye and sizzled on the floor.
“I’m no dunce.” The dragon whined.  “I’ll be good.  I don’t want my destiny to be ‘euthanized at the pound’.  Besides, I really like it here with you.”

“Well there you are then, I’ll see you in the morning with your breakfast.  Fried toads and rabbit ears.”

Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Words For Wednesday

Here we are in February of 2017 already and here we go with Words For Wednesday.
Words for Wednesday is a selection of words intended to act as a writing prompt for you.  Use some or all of them or just allow them to spark an idea.  Prose, poetry, fiction or non fiction, it's all good.  Anyone can join in and there is no need to commit to participating every single week.  Leave your creation here in comments or on your own blog but do please let us know if you are participating on your own blog...we all want to read and to encourage you.
Next Month River at Drifting Through Life will be providing the prompts.  You can find her in my sidebar.
Here are this Wednesdays words:




It's the end of the month and the end of my turn with Words For Wednesday so I thought I would give you some really fun words to play with.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Helpful Healing Hopeful Thoughts

Our friend Gary from Klahanie (you can find him in my side bar) Is going through one of those 'difficult' times we all from time to time come across in our lives.   He has turned off his comments for the time being as it is just too much for him to to respond to us all.  He needs our Hopeful Healing Helpful Thoughts to fly his way to give him encouragement and support.  We are thinking of you Gary and hoping that you will soon be back to your usual positive self.

Long Forgotten

Deep, dark eyes
meet mine
over the business end
of a pacifier.
They are rich
with a knowledge
I have long forgotten.
Soon, he too 
will forget the magic
of those early days; 
the memory 
of what came
before the light
and the noise,
the life.
One day
I will remember,
when it's time
to return.

She's Sneaky

This past weekend ( a long weekend for us due to Family Day) was simply splendid weather wise.  We had well above average temperatures which continue into today and our snow is almost gone.  I am grateful for this gift from Mother Nature BUT after almost seventy years in this part of the world I have learned a thing or three.  "What have I learned?" you ask.  Okay I know you didn't ask but I'm going to tell you anyway.  I've learned Mother Nature is a sadistic old broad.  She lulls you into thinking it's an early spring and then blasts you with four to eight weeks of winter weather from Hell.  Don't hold your breath folks.  It ain't over yet.

Monday, 20 February 2017

Poetry Monday

Our friend Diane 'On the Alberta Montana Border' has started Poetry Monday.  Let's all join in.  Readers and writers alike. doesn't have to rhyme you know.  You can find Diane in my sidebar.

Was It Enough?

It seemed
like such a short time
for such a long time passing.
Seventy years
on this green and glorious earth
and now,
any time left
seems so short
with the finish line
within sight.
And, looking back,
one wonders
if more could not have been accomplished,
and also,
what still could.
Was it enough?
Enough for what?
Enough to say,

“I was here.  I am here.  I will always be here.”