Friday, 30 September 2016

At Loose Ends Today?

Want something to do?
Here'a a writing prompt that will keep you busy for a while.
See if you can use all the words in one sentence.
disfigured, disgusted, display, disturbed, disgruntled and disjointed
Ed was disturbed, disgusted and disgruntled by the disjointed display in the local paper about the disfigured statue in the park.
See what you can come up with. (it doesn't have to be one sentence...I was just kidding).

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Think About It

I've heard it one too many times.  I'm sure you have as well.
"I'm only hurting myself."
Insane isn't it?  Do people who say that truly believe it?
There is not one single thing you can do or say or omit to do or say that doesn't affect every living, breathing entity on this planet from the tiniest grain of sand to the largest mammal to the densest rock and yes, the atmosphere, the universe and beyond.
The old saying, "no man (or woman or child) is an island unto himself" is true.  We and the lovely old earth we inhabit and the solar system we float around in are all connected.
Each day I intend to renew my pledge to bring awareness, intent and thoughtfulness to my words and actions because, I am NOT just hurting myself.

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Silver Dollar Moon

Silver Dollar Moon

a slice
of mother of pearl
riding on black clouds
peek a boo
between bare branches
shining down
on saint
and sinner
as lovers
and drug dealers
go about their business
that magical
silver dollar moon

Silver Dollar Moon

Look at the moon
So big and bright.
It looks like
A silver dollar tonight.

What would I buy
If I was the sky
With that silver dollar
Riding so high?

For the milky way
I would buy a star
And  carry it home
In a magic jar.

For the sleeping world
I would buy a wish
And carry it home

In a silver dish.

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Distracted Pedestrians

So - the light turned green for me and the walking man popped up for the young lady standing on the corner.  There she stood, right on the curb, eyes down and focused on her cell phone.  Okay, is she going to cross in front of me or isn't she?  What is she going to do?  What should I do?  The driver behind me is getting impatient and wondering why this old woman isn't getting out of his road. Ah...there it is.  Just as I get ready to make a move thinking she is going to remain on the curb she raises her eyes, sees the walking man and simply steps out in front of me.  Thank God I waited.  It's enough to give an old lady a heart attack.

Monday, 26 September 2016


If you stand in a doorway you're neither here nor there.  All things are possible.
You can
go back
go forward
advance or retreat
you can just
stand there
stuck nowhere
what's it going to be?
Thanks to Google Images for the lovely little kitty trying to make up its mind.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

In Poor Taste

Since I started being able to buy clothes in 'regular peoples' clothing stores I have been receiving regular promotional emails from Reitmans.  Just this morning they sent me an email declaring that the 'latest thing' in fashion was awaiting me in their store.  Know what it was?  Plaid pants...that's what.  I had plaid pants back in 1973 when I could slip into a size 7 without holding my breath.  They were fab.   (Does anyone say that anymore?)  I'm afraid they wouldn't fit now, holding my breath or not.  I won't be buying any.  Can't imagine plaid on a backside as wide as would be in poor taste and would probably frighten children and horses.  Glad I wore them when I had the chance.

Saturday, 24 September 2016

Punctuation Day

Never underestimate the power of punctuation.  Take the common comma.  (That was pretty good wasn't it?)  Consider...."Let's eat Grandma."  and   "Let's eat, Grandma." See what I mean?
We all know about commas, periods, question marks, exclamation marks, but, do you know what an ellipsis is?  Do you know an Oxford Comma when you see one?
I've never been very good at punctuation.  Talking about the comma can put me in a coma.  I do understand the importance though.
Happy Punctuation Day.

Friday, 23 September 2016

Restless Leg Awareness Day

A special day to promote awareness of Restless Leg Syndrome.  No, I don't mean someone addicted to travel.  That's an entirely different kind of restless legs.  Restless Leg Syndrome refers to jerky and uncontrollable movements of the legs (and sometimes the arms) often during rest.  So far there is no cure for either kind of Restless Legs.

Thursday, 22 September 2016

The Mystery of the Big Yellow Bus

Every week day  morning the big yellow bus stops about four doors down from us on the opposite side of the street.  Kids come running all the way from the corner lugging their heavy backpacks.  It's a distance of about two city blocks.  The kids get on the bus.  The bus pulls out onto the street and drives past the route the kids just took to get to the bus.
Every night the bus once again drives along the route the kids take to get to the bus in the morning and it stops where it stops in the morning only on the opposite side of the road.  The kids get off the bus and walk back along the route the bus just took to get to its official stop still lugging their heavy backpacks.
If all the kids are coming from the corner to catch the bus halfway down our street wouldn't it make more sense to pick them up and drop them off there?
It's the Mystery of the Big Yellow Bus.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

And You Think You're Confused

As you get older your body gets confused.  Really, it's the only explanation.
Your hair turns white then, thins and disappears from virtually every part of your grow a dark mustache and there is more hair on the mole on your chin than there is in your eyebrows.
See....confused.  That's all it can be.

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

Drip Drip

How's the water out your way?
Here, it is extremely hard.  I'm talking corroded pipe hard water.  Of course we have a water softener on the hot water line.  We've learned to live with it.  The hard water I mean.  The only issue I have now is with the making of my daily multiple cups of coffee.
Here is my (instant) coffee procedure:
1.  cold water runs through an under sink filtration system
2.  this filtered water is run through the filter of a Brita pitcher
3.  the water is boiled
4.  then poured through a double layer of paper filter in an old Melita cone into the cup of choice.
All of this makes a darn good cup of instant coffee or herbal tea.
At the end of the day the paper filters are coated with mineral residue and the kettle has a layer of mineral  at the bottom.  Each night I dump out what's left of the sludge in the kettle and boil it out with a water/vinigar solution.  Each morning I start out with a sparkly clean kettle.  Each night I...  well, you get the picture.
What's the water like out your way?

Monday, 19 September 2016

Sliver Shiver

Feel like having some fun with a writing prompt?  
How many ways can you work the word 'sliver' into a sentence?
Here's a sample:
A sliver of cold sun threaded its way across a coverlet of new snow.
He clenched his fists, rage festering within him like a sliver under the fingernail.
I'm on a diet...I'll just have a sliver of that banana cream pie,  oooh and maybe the same of the pumpkin, oh and just a tad of the lemon meringue.
Sue lost so much weight she's just a sliver of her former self.  (I guess she passed on the pie.)
I picked up a sliver from an ancient handrail...a tiny piece of history worming its way under my skin,
How many ways can you use 'sliver'?
How many words rhyme with sliver......slither, shiver, dither.,....
Maybe someone will write a poem.

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Apron Ladies

I bought an apron.
Now, before you shake your head and move on to something and someone more interesting, let me explain.
I come from a long line of 'Apron Ladies'.
My great grandmother, grandmother and mother and in due course, myself, were the Apron Ladies.  The first thing these three ladies did after rising in the morning and donning their clothes was to wrap themselves in a generous apron before starting in on their days duties.  Not just any old apron would do.  All aprons came to their owners from under the industrious needle of grams treadle sewing machine....Singer, of course.  Those aprons were a thing of beauty.....enough cloth to cover the widest cook, a comfy halter with a long looped tail hanging from it through which passed the apron strings before they were tied....took all the pull off your neck.  Rick rack trim for prettiness and always, always a hankie pocket.  All of us apron ladies had sinus problems.  Just sayin'.
The sewing machine operator in, naturally, an apron.

I haven't worn an apron in years.  Too fat.  They make them pretty stingy these days.  But, yesterday I was in HomeSense and stopped at the apron rack.  Years of tradition tugged at my heart strings.  I tried one on.  It fit.  I bought it.  I'm officially an apron lady again.'s nothing near as nice as Grams.  Maybe someday I'll find an apron made to the old pattern that she used and I'll buy a dozen of them.

Saturday, 17 September 2016

Drive Around Town With Me

Just a few shots in and around town.   I thought I would finish up with the liquid gold of the sky.

Friday, 16 September 2016

New Man On The Job

The drama is over with the yard maintenance people.  They are well and truly fired.  My new lawn maintenance guy works for free.  He takes lots of breaks and often doesn't finish the job all in one day.  Regardless, the job gets done eventually.  It cost me a new electric lawn mower...the price of two months worth of maintenance company fees.  Good deal and a lot less aggravation.  Only one problem, I won't be able to fire this guy.

Thursday, 15 September 2016


The saga ends.  The phone is fixed.  Now, you ask, was the problem up the street or down the street? was in the box in the backyard next door....right where I told them it was.

This Way....That Way....

The 'Bell Man' did indeed show up within the time frame promised...BUT....he couldn't fix the problem.
A little back story:.
In our neighbours back yard is a little green box filled with Bell wires.  In the past it has given problems.  Four days ago there was a Bell truck parked outside the neighbours house and the box was in pieces in their back yard.  Wires everywhere.  My guess is that THAT Bell man botched something.
The Bell man who was here last night said the problem was way down the road and someone else would have to look at it.  The Bell man who is here now says the problem is way down the road IN THE OTHER DIRECTION.
more later............

Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Will he or Won't he?

We are waiting for the Bell man to show up.  They said between noon and 5pm someone wold be here to fix the problem.  We've heard THAT song before. Of course, we have a cell phone and that's good ... if there was an emergency we could make a call.  However, other than our daughter no one else has the number so, if anyone tries to reach us, they'll wonder what's happened to us.  I hope he shows up today but experience tells me not to hold my breath.

Tuesday, 13 September 2016


The phone is dead.  Our daughter came over pounding on our door frantically.  She thought WE were dead.
Thank goodness we have a cell phone.  It's just a little old fashioned flip phone but it will serve until Bell can get us up and running again.
Why didn't she just call us on the cell phone? never have it on.

Monday, 12 September 2016


I don't know how else to describe it....the LIGHT in just seems to happen overnight.  One day it is bright summer sun.  The next....well it's still bright and the sun still brings's different.  In September the light is..............THIN.................  It's the only way I can say it that sounds right.    THIN

Sunday, 11 September 2016

Fifteen Years Ago Today

It seems like ancient history
it seems like it happened just this morning.
The event that signal ed a new world order....
a new way of living....
and the world stood still.
Since that day events have gone out of control.  Mass murder and mayhem have ravaged, shaken and racked the planet.  Our safe little lives have been shaken and stirred and will never be the same again.
Never again will we take safety and security for granted.  Never again will strangers pass each other on the streets
at events
in the malls and theatres
without taking a long, hard, suspicious look at each other.
I feel so blessed to have lived through a time when all seemed serene and peaceful.  It is only a memory now.
On this day, fifteen years ago, innocence died.

Saturday, 10 September 2016

Not Worth The Time and Effort

There are some nasty people out there and they've been looking at my blog.  They are probably looking at your blog too.  When, to be polite, I took a look at their blogs I nearly lost my lunch.
Word to the wise...don't bother investigating into who is looking at your blog.  It's not worth it.

Friday, 9 September 2016

Hop Along Squirrel

"Too bad you don't have your camera out here." the hubs said.
"And why would that be?"
He pointed to the side garden.  I looked at the little concrete bunny that sits on the cedar stump.  What the heck?  Bunny looked like he was wearing a tall fur hat.  I squinted and focused on the hat just as it sat up a little straighter.  It was a squirrel sitting there as unconcerned as could be.  It wasn't bothering him (or her) one little bit that he or she was sitting on a rabbit.

Thursday, 8 September 2016


It has been two years and five months since we put ourselves on a list for a condo apartment in a seniors (55+) development.  They told us it would be 2 to 3 years before a space opened for us and they weren't kidding.
We have no family near us save for our disabled daughter and her disabled spouse so we felt it necessary to place ourselves within a safe environment.  When we can no longer handle the condo there are multiple levels of care within the same community we can move on to.
During this time of waiting we have made serious inroads into downsizing our possessions.  We still have too much for condo living but it is much much better than it was.  We have also made serious efforts at maintaining and improving our property to keep it 'sale ready'.
The past year we have focused on our health.  We have always made sure we got enough rest and took vitamins.  Since January we have adopted a 'clean' diet (which I mentioned in a previous post) and have lost some extraneous pounds.  We intend to keep up with this and now are preparing to add some consistent exercise to the mix.
If that condo EVER comes available we hope to be able to enjoy it for as long as possible.  The wait time, while frustrating, has been put to good use.

Wednesday, 7 September 2016

Words For Wednesday

I picked up the Words For Wednesday writing prompts from The Elephants Child's blog (you can find her in my sidebar) but the prompts were provided this week by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fletcher (you can find a link on The Elephants Child's blog).

The prompts this week are:  frantic, spine, lemon, pummel, parasite and early  OR  staggering, lies, art, naked, preposterous and windmill.

Here goes:

"Adam, you look absolutely preposterous staggering around your art gallery flailing your arms like a windmill.  Now, tell me the naked truth...none of your lies...have you been sniffing the  paint thinner again?"
Adam straightened his spine and fixed Angie with an indignant glare.  "Are.You.Kidding?  Look around you  I came in early...brought that little parasite Edmond his tea and lemon....and look at what I found.  My gallery....cleaned out.  Can you blame me for being frantic?  When I catch that little rodent I'm going to pummel him into sawdust."

Great prompts this week.  Thank you ladies.

It's Temporary

The weed field out back which we refer to (tongue in cheek) as our back lawn has responded magnificently to the recent rains.  The tufts of grass between the giant thistles looks very healthy.  As the hubs says, "At least it's green.".  And hey, soon it will be covered in snow anyway.

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Have.....Have Not......It's All In How You Look At It

Due to the fact that I'm a tad stove-up from arthritis I have a lady who comes in every other week to help with cleaning I can't handle on my own.  Today is the day.  I want her to do the fall cleaning in the basement which means I am doing regular cleaning upstairs.  I am right disgusted with myself for not being able to do it all the way I want it done, when I want it done.  It's frustrating as all old heck.  I was grousing to the hubs about it just the other day when we dropped in at the seniors centre.  Whine, whine, complain, complain and just as we were about to enter the building a middle aged woman with one leg hopped out the door with her crutches, gave us a big smile and a "great day isn't it?" and leaped into her pickup truck and took off.    I took a deep breath and mentally slapped myself upside my head.  Some days you need a reminder to look at what you have instead of what you haven't.

Autumn Madness

The tree across the road has a tiny patch of colour forming on its upper most branches.  This is the 'signal tree' for our neighbourhood.  The next tree to show signs of colour is right next door to the 'signal tree'.   After the second tree shows it is 'no holds barred' as the others join in Willy Nilly in the madness that is Autumn.  Soon it will be time for our annual walk in the park amid the fiery blaze and whirling leaves.

The phrase Willy Nilly dates back to Aelfric's, Lives of Saints c1000.

The phrase No Holds Barred first appeared in the Manitoba Daily Free Press in Feb 1892...naturally it was an article about a boxing match.

Monday, 5 September 2016

Labour Day

Labour Day
The day when labour takes a rest.
Years ago it was tradition for mothers to pack up huge picnic lunches and the family would take a drive to some interesting destination like a  provincial park where there would be water, play equipment, canoes and various outdoor activities.
Mothers would monitor their brood of kids, bandage scrapes, referee fights, tote drinks and snacks to the men (resting from their labours), set out the picnic, clean up from the picnic, round up everyone to go home, make sure all the kids were bathed for school the next day, clean up all the picnic dishes and cutlery and store the leftovers, pack lunches for school and work the next day, make sure clothing and school supplies were ready to go in the morning and, finally, fall into bed thanking God they only had to rest from their labours once a year.

Sunday, 4 September 2016


I've had to pick up a 2017 weekly planner...yes, already.
Appointments are starting to pile up in the new year.  Eyes, ears, teeth, blood work....if you can think of it we probably have it.

On a far more interesting note:

Do you like tea biscuits?

2 cups unbleached flour
4 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cut oil
1 cut milk

now.....add in 1 tsp cinnamon
2 tbsp sugar and a handful of raisins...maybe even half a pinch of cloves..  bake at 425 for 12 minutes.
This tastes just like raisin bread.

Saturday, 3 September 2016

It's Good To Be Back

I think I can safely say I'm back now.  Back in the groove posting every day, back to the anticipation when I log in to see if I have any commenters. (for after all, what is the point of posting if no one comments?)
I blogged for about seven years: thefeatherednest and then Under The Porch Light, and then, one day I just deleted everything and went away from blogging.  It's been about six months I about the halfway mark I made a half hearted attempt to start again but it just wasn't the right time.
In the past few weeks I started thinking about it again, wondering what my old friends were up to, taking a peek at their blogs.  I couldn't comment at that time because I had also deleted my google account.  A few days ago I found myself  back on setting up a blog.  It was time.  I was ready.
It's good to be back.

Friday, 2 September 2016

Things Have Changed

Since the kids will be going back to school in a very few days (sorry kids) it got me thinking about my public school days.
I started school at a pivotal point in public school history.  Out in the country the old one room schools were still in use but their time was limited.
My first school (I went there for six grades.) was a small yellow brick one room school with a boys and a girls entrances, cloak rooms and chemical toilets.  It was still being heated with a wood stove at the back in 1954 just like in pioneer times.  We had a huge grey and white crockery barrel with a spigot at the bottom which the big boys kept filled with cold water from the well for hand washing and drinking.
Both sides of the building were lined with high windows that opened at the top for ventilltion.  The windows were raised just high enough that little people in desks couldn't see anything out of them but sky.  The front wall of the room was lined with chalkboards in front of which loomed the teachers desk.  One corner at the back held an ancient bookshelf floor to ceiling lined with dusty old books no one had looked at in years and the other corner held the water crock and a work table.  The desks were arranged by size in rows down the middle of the room.
One teacher looked after eight grades and ruled with an iron fish, a long pointer and a whipping strap.  Even the older boys lived in fear of public punishment with 'the strap'.
In those days you could still teach public school with a grade eight education but things were about to change drastically and continue to change with alarming speed for the next several years.  At the end of my sixth year there was a new school built that had (gasp) separate classrooms for all the grades, central heating and air conditioning, a library and a gym.  Would you believe that both boys and girls all filed into the building through the same door?  This little country girl  was in shock.  The next year my family moved and guess what....I was back in a one room school again.

Thursday, 1 September 2016

Aw Nuts!!!!!

Just clean up one little thing and everything else looks terrible.  The next thing you know, you're on a week long binge of cleaning and rearranging.  Nuts!!!!!

The End of Life As We Know It

The kids are running out of time.  I remember that cold feeling knowing my freedom was about to end.  I couldn't enjoy the last few days.  All I could think about was the long dismal time ahead until the next summer.  Nothing could cheer me up....not shopping for new school supplies or a new book bag...not even the big brown paper wrapped bundle of school clothes from the Eaton's catalogue.
My heart goes out to all those little kids who are in misery right now....I know how you feel and I sympathize.  Hold on to thoughts of Halloween and Christmas break, Easter holidays and lots of professional development days.  Every little bit helps right?