Sunday, 31 December 2017

A Fresh Start



Wednesday, 27 December 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  A group of us take turns providing the prompts month about.  This month the prompts have been found on Elephants' Child's blog (you can find her in my side bar)
and this week the prompts are as follows:
parasol, heel, wag, ascending, hood, stair rods, mint, tottering, chew, binder, coming and pelmet (the valance that hides the curtain rod)  (yes, I had to look it up).
Here we go:

Claire tottered down the runway, one heel on and one heel off, clutching a 1920's parasol (in mint condition thank you VERY much).  In her mind she was trying to decide how on Earth she was going to ascend the spiral staircase without coming down like a sack of potatoes on the landing below.
Bill gave a wag of his head and consulted the pageant binder.  "Claire Bentwhistle" he groaned.  "That old broad can't chew gum and walk at the same time but I'm stuck with her because she funds this whole shebang.  Every year she insists on leading the pageant contestants on to the stage."
Claire grasped one of the stair rods to stop herself from sliding down all the way to the bottom and slowly pulled herself back into a standing position.   She shook her head sadly.  It may just be that she was getting too old for this.  Nah!   Ninety nine isn't old.  She wasn't going to give up yet.  


Tuesday, 26 December 2017

It's Been Snowing

and now we're in a cold snap.

A roar like thunder in the night
that fills the tired mind with fright.
There's a screech, a wail, a scraping and rasping.
We spring from our beds heaving and gasping.
There's a shower of sparks
and a blinding blue light
lighting the way
like a fire in the night.
Man and boy doth leave their beds;
put toques upon their sleepy heads
and off they go to face the snow,
shovels in hand away they go.
The plow's been through tonight.
Out there in the dark of night
with naught but a weakened moon for light
neighbours and friends
all shout to each other
man and boy...they are  all brothers.
The plow's been through tonight.

Thursday, 21 December 2017

It's Almost Here

Ready or it comes


free centerpiece courtesy of yard finds

Monday, 18 December 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane thought Mondays were a little drab and poetry was just what we needed.   Each week she provides us with a theme that we can use, or not.  Why not join us?  It's fun and it's free.  What could go wrong?  Right?

This weeks theme is 'a special Christmas memory'.

Each Christmas came,
each Christmas went.
I felt, each one,
was heaven sent.

Each sparkling light,
each golden star,
each Christmas carol,
note and bar
added to that special glow,
the one that every child knows.

The magic in the dark of night,
excitement causing pain so tight
one could hardly breath
let alone sleep throughout the night.

Friends and family gathered there,
warmth and love for all to share.
The whole day long
the happy throng
celebrated Christmas.

The week of Christmas
saw a trend
of visits
from all our friends.
They came to see the tree alight
glowing darkly in the night.
They came to see what Santa brought,
to make amends o'er what we fought.
For after all, a New Year starts
at the end
of every Christmas

Those days now a hazy dream
as through veils of time I view the scene
But in my heart they will remain
each Christmas was the very same.
Each and every one,
the MOST special memory.

Sunday, 17 December 2017

I Don't Get It

What is going on with beds these days?
A few weeks ago I dropped into my favourite furniture store on a search for a mattress/box spring set.  They had some lovely 'made in Canada' sets (two can play this game Mr. Trump) and I purchased one after giving it a test drive in store.  It was delivered yesterday.
The delivery men took the old box spring and mattress away and after they left I wandered down to the bedroom to check out my latest acquisition.  Holy Hell!!!!!   It's huge.  This thing dominates the bedroom...looms over everything....I kid you not.  Bedside tables that were once an a level with the top of my mattress are now a good six inches lower.  I called the store and asked if perhaps there had been a mix up.  Apparently the model in the store sat on a simple metal frame whereas in our house the set sits on a wooden bed frame.  
Well....there it sat and the first question that came to mind was "can I even get into it?"  More important, "can I get out without falling on my face?" and finally, "What if I fall out of bed?  I'll kill myself."
I got into it but it wasn't pretty.  Being over a 'certain age' I get up once or twice in the night.  Never mind why.  Getting back into bed was exhausting.  Each time I got up I remembered that I was farther from the floor than usual so I was okay...until the last time when I forgot and slid out energetically and free fell the last few inches.  Wow.
I spent the first night in my new bed feeling alternately like Royalty and as though I were reenacting a part from the Princess and the Pea.
I might just add that making this monster is a task as well...I had to have the hubs help to lift the mattress so I could tuck in sheets.  This sucker is HEAVY.
Anyway, this morning I poked around in the storage closet and found a small padded step stool that will now live beside the bed.  Ridiculous.  
Anyone else need a step ladder to get into bed?

Thursday, 14 December 2017

Oh Boy!

What is it now?  Eleven days to Christmas?  Yikes.   Well all I need to do is keep the place clean and tidy and shop for food items for the day.  Sounds easy but I've got a killer cold and all I want to do is sit and watch the dust settle.  I'm going to drag my weary self out today (-15 here folks) and get my hair cut.  One must be tidy for Christmas.

Monday, 11 December 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane knew that Mondays needed jazzing up.  Each week she provides us with a theme which we can use…or not…  I usually do.  Sometimes it’s not easy. This week’s theme is ‘our happiest family memory’.  So many directions one could go.  I finally settled on a day the three of us would agree was probably the happiest day of our lives together.

12 years in apartments
Was long enough
The process had been…
Loud noises and tight spaces
Left us with sour faces
But moving day
Was now before us.
We packed and planned,
The three of us.
We planned on space
To move around
And quiet nights
Where we could sleep sound
That was 1986.
No one thought to take some pics
Of before’s and after’s
Of cuts and nicks
(thankfully no broken bones)
So much to do
We plumb forgot
And wow
Was that day ever hot.
The day for sure had ups and downs
A few things that made us frown
But we were home
That’s all that mattered.
“It’s a tiny house”,
Others nattered.
We spread out,
Our belongings scattered.
Over 1050 square feet,
Twice what we were used to
Now THAT was neat.
 This house has sheltered us
From rain and snow,
 watched us celebrate
And our family grow.
It’s seen graduations
And weddings,
New generations,
Sad times,
 And good times.
We all agree,
We three,
That this day

Was THE most special day.

Even if you don't feel like attempting poetry, I would love to know what your most special family memory is.  Maybe like me, they are all special.

Friday, 8 December 2017


She wanders
round and round her tiny house
touching pictures,
bits of china,
a cow bell,
her fathers watch,
her mothers locket,
a piece of her grandmothers crochet.
Photo albums lie open.
The cedar chest is in disarray.
She looks out of windows,
peers into mirrors,
eventually comes to rest
in her great grandmothers rocking chair
holding an old, tattered teddy bear.
"Momma, what is grandma doing?"
"What is she searching for?"
"Herself darling.

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

Using Wednesdays Words

Words For Wdnesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get us writing...anything...just write okay.  Anyone can play.    There are no rules.  Okay just  need to let us know you are participating so we can read.
This month Elephants Child has provided the prompts and she has finished the month out with a bang.  This is a terrific assortment of words.
giraffe, puddle, thorny, evergreen, distant, tubular...and/or....
torrent, cab, aspidistra, faucet, teddies and carbuncle.

Here goes:

The dry and thorny looking evergreen sat in an icy puddle at the distant end of the empty and folorn tree lot.
"I hope you don't mind," Jen said, "but it's free and that's exactly what I can afford."  
She and the cab driver (thank goodness he's my best friend Jen thought to herself) stepped out into a torrent of rain that felt like every faucet in heaven had been left running while the celestial occupants took a well deserved Christmas break.
"Don't worry about it." Charlie said reassuringly as he helped tie the miserable looking tree to the top of the car.  "I'd do anything for those girls of yours.  I've got a little surprise for Mackie.  The toy store was having an end of season sale when I was in yesterday.  I picked up that giant plush giraffe she had her eye on and a couple of teddies for Alexa."
He tightened the bungie cord over the tubular frame of the carry rack.  Jen wiped a few tears from her face, grateful that the rain disguised her emotions.
"You're a good friend Charlie.  I know if Steve were here now he would tell you the same."
Charlie felt the small box in his coat pocket and hoped she would be as pleased about this gift as she was about the toys.

My humble apologies as there was just no way to work in aspidistra and carbuncle.  My Dad used aspidistra in a strange way...You bet your sweet aspidistra he did.

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Word To The Wise

It's not a good idea to use hand lotion and THEN decide to clean your glasses.  Just sayin'.

Monday, 4 December 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border).  You can find her in my sidebar.   Diane thought Monday needed a little 'somethin' somethin' and she was right. Each week she provides us with a theme which you can use or ignore as you see fit.  This week the prompt is 'shopping' which is a timely subject.  I, however, had problems with the theme this week.  I took off in several different directions and ended up nowhere at all.  Have you ever been nowhere?  Not a nice place.  This is what I finally came up with and it is not very satisfying but it's all I've got.
Here goes:
we shop for gifts
for young and old
and forget the story
told of old
of a gift to all
from God above
but now its all
push and shove
Xmas decor
in all the stores
flyers galore
driving us mad
with wanting more
have we traded
all of this
for that one
perfect gift

Sunday, 3 December 2017

Different Worlds

Snow is falling
softly falling
over land and trees.
Fence posts growing
fluffy hats of fleece.
Nature rests it's tired head
as tiny creatures lay abed
while snowflakes whisper over head
among the pines.
In the city
snow is gritty.
The landscape really
not so pretty
Humans bustle busily,
snow plows growl,
wild winds howl,
throughout the cement caverns.

Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

or at least, most of them.

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt.  This month Elephant's Child has brought us the prompts and a fine job she has done of it too.
the words this week are:
invincible, wander, goofy, supreme, purring, pretend
linen, kick, puny, immense, zoom and sound.

Here goes:

"I just hate it when she zooms in here, kicks everyones puny ("or immense as the case may be." Sandy inserted) butts and then wanders off purring with satisfaction."  
"She thinks she's invincible.  How she manages to get in here without making a sound is beyond me.  I can't pretend to know how she does it."
"Well" Grey said, "I do have a goofy notion as to how we can rig up an alarm system."
"Really?  That would be super supreme.  What is it?"
And every mouse in the linen closet cheered.

Many thanks EC for the great month of prompts.

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

It's Official


A new acquisition.  This one reminds me so much of the 'bottle brush' trees my Grandma Peters had.

The lights are turned on but you can only see them on one of the trees.  You'll just have to trust me lol.

I seem to have a 'thing' for snowmen, snowflakes and trees
and yes.....

gifts locked and loaded
wrapped and bowed.

All that's left is mailing my Canadian cards, cleaning, food shopping and cooking.
Let the festivities begin!

Monday, 27 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Diane of On The Alberta Montana  Border (see my side bar) brings us Poetry Monday each and every week.  Our ranks are growing slowly...why not join us?  
Diane provides us with a topic each week although you don't need to use it.  This week the topic is 'people'.  I'm afraid I went a little dark with this one.

Oh universe
I ask of thee,
what is to become of me?
I am infested,
sorely tested,
parasites all over me.
What can I do?
I've tried it all
every calamity to befall
of flood and drought,
wind and hail,
shake and shiver,
all methods fail.
Thousands die
and more arrive
like bees that swarm
around their hive.
Tell me, universe, what to do.
From beyond a soothing voice,
"Just wait my dear.  You have no choice.
These creatures will in time be gone.
They have the means, they are not strong
and soon this species will move on.
Everything they need to destroy themselves,
is in their hands."
Mother Earth just shook her head.
The end for them I surely dread.
If only they would just behave
I'd try to find some way to save.
Can we do nothing, universe?
The answer came back short and terse.
"Not for those who are perverse."

Saturday, 25 November 2017

What Does Heaven Smell Like Grandma?

That was the 'wee man' question of the week.  I had to give it some serious thought.  Well, I said slowly, I think it depends on the person.  I think heaven will smell of everything you love here on earth, it will sound like everything you love here on earth and it will look like everything you love here on earth.
After careful consideration he decided heaven must look like Lego, smell like McDonald's hamburgers and sound like his dog barking.
Hmmmm.  Not a bad combo.
Then I had to think about what my heaven would smell, sound and look like.
When I smell my moms face power and the oil and grease on my dads hands from  working with machinery, when I smell freshly baked bread and the smell of a well cleaned house, when the odour of Campbell's book store rises up around me, when Grandpa's pipe smoke envelopes me, that will be the smell of heaven.  When I hear my dads harmonica and cows mooing and my mom singing softly as she works, that will be the sound of heaven. When I see the long lane way lined with maple trees and the little grey buildings with yellow shutters that once were home that will be what heaven looks like.'s the question.   What will heaven smell, sound and look like to you?
Have you ever thought about it?
I'll bet you are thinking about it now.  And all thanks to my 'wee man'.

Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  This month Elephant's Child is providing the prompts.
This week the words are
river, dashing, free, shrug, interest, naive
light, wax, winter, bucket, disillusioned and super

"I really thought living 'off grid' would be super exciting."  Shawna sighed.  "I feel so disillusioned."  She filled her bucket for what felt like the one hundredth time from the river dashing downhill past the cabin.
Paul grinned.  "It's true you were a tad naive about the whole thing.  You were enamoured by the idea of living off the land; of everything being free....water, power, food,"
"But it's not free!" Shawna interrupted.  "It's hard work.  "Every night I'm trying to function by candle light.  The only amusement is watching the wax melt and drip.  Every drop of water has to be hauled in from the river.  Every log we burn in the fire has to be chopped.  There is digging and weeding and picking and cooking...."  she stopped, out of breath.
Paul shrugged.  "I have no interest in your petty whining.  You signed up for this experiment so put up and shut up.  Besides, you have no idea how much worse this will be once winter comes."

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Nope and Nope

We have seen the condo and it is not for us.  Not this unit.  Oh it is very nice but it faces South and the hot hot sun was pouring in.  Stifling hot in there with no heat on in November.  Yes you could save on heating costs BUT I can't stand it to be too hot so we would have the blinds pulled all the time and be living in a dark cave.  Too depressing.  There were lots of good features.  Plenty of storage.  New appliances.  New flooring in the kitchen and one of the bathrooms.  Did I mention plenty of storage?  The down side was the oddly shaped living/dining room which was going to make furniture placement practically impossible unless we went and bought all new furniture sized for midgets.  We are not big people but would have to be sparsely furnished.  So anyway...not this one...but we are getting close.  There will be another call soon I am sure.
And Bob the guy who wanted to look at the coat we had for sale....he has what you might call an 'arm deficiency' ... the sleeves were too long so that was a no go as well.
Ah well...tomorrow is another day.

Monday, 20 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border) she of the newly published book.  You can find her in my side bar.  Jenny O joined in (Procrastinating Donkey also in my sidebar) and so did I.  We could use more joiners.  It’s fun. 
Each week Diane provides us with a theme which we can use or not….
This week the theme is ‘light’.

Day light
Star light
Evening light
The best light
Is faerie light.
It was a dream
A filmy thing
Of a darkened woodland glen
Alight with the glow of fireflies.
Imagine what happened then.
In my dream I saw her there,
A tiny thing with flowing hair.
The fireflies surround her there
And light her silver hair.
She brings me wine in a faeries thimble,
And cake on a ladybugs wing.
I closed my eyes to hear her voice
When the faeries began to sing.
They sang of creatures I knew not,
Their voices rising higher
And creatures from the darkened wood
Drew nigh, and ever nigher.
No need to fear;
Her silken voice
Flowed like butterscotch.
Then I awoke.
The light it broke,
And lit the darkened corners.
No longer in the woods was I
But back in my lonely bed.
I held my aching head.
Faerie wine and bright sunlight…….

I wished that I were dead.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

It's Been a Busy Time

I've been AWOL for a while.  Oh, I've been around but not much.  It's been a kind of a busy time.  I don't see it improving much.  Our daughter's partner has had some serious health problems which has left her pretty much on her own to look after the kids.  She's physically disabled herself so...... Anyway, Grandma's been on tap as taxi service and emergency 'pick up sick kids at school' service among other things.
It was going to be a spell of getting the house organised for Christmas and to that effect I have been on the go...the house is still in need of a deep down cleaning and organising but I DO have all the gift shopping and wrapping done.  I don't like leaving everything to the last minute.   I still have to take our daughter to Chapters/Indigo for a book buying session and she wants to use my computer for some on line gift shopping of her own AND I still have to take the kids shopping for their gifts to their parents and each other.  
Now you would think that there is quite enough to keep me out of trouble and away from blogging for a bit longer BUT...and it is a big but.....something else has come up that threatens to send me into a tailspin of business and organising and ... oh gosh I don't know what all.  What could have me running in circles and pulling my hair out?  Are you ready for this?  We finally got the call from the Elliott Community that there is a condo available. We have an appointment to view it on Tuesday in the afternoon.  Can you imagine trying to prepare for a move at this time of year with Christmas on the horizon?  Well, it may happen if we like this unit.  We have waited close to four years for a unit to come available so we may have to just jump on it if we like it.
Funny fact.  For four years we have been positive we want to leave our home of 31 years and make this move for our own security in our old age.  Now that it may become reality I find myself not so sure anymore.  Funny huh?  Not so funny!  This weird feeling inside is stressing me out no end.  I will leave it to more powerful hands and mind than mine...I will know when I see it if it is to be.  I expect that a feeling of calmness and acceptance will flood me if it is the right thing to do.  Here's hoping.
At any rate, I will try to keep up with Poetry Monday and Words for Wednesday and I will drop in on all of you once in a while but until things settle down around me and I can get my brain to stand still for a few minutes things will be a little spotty regarding my attendance in blogger land.  Don't give up on me.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

Just Dropped In

Hanging on the outside of the screen...

What on earth is it?   And how do I get rid of it?

Thursday, 16 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Elephant's Child is providing the prompts this month (you can find her in my sidebar).  This week the words are:
agonizing, murder, sleet, stimulating, flowers, offer
dramatic, distinct, zany, typical, sip and discovery.

here we go:

"This is so typical of you to make the big dramatic gesture and offer me flowers after every zany, ridiculous stunt you pull."
Jan took a sip  of the rather stimulating cocktail Phil had prepared for her.
"Just spare me the agony and tell me what you did this time and I'll try to subdue my urge to murder you."
"Actually, it was more like something I 'didn't' do."
Phill hesitated and then blurted it out.
"I left your Pookie outside and went to town and totally forgot about him.  He was out in the sleet and freezing cold for hours until Mrs Robins next door discovered him frozen to the lamp post out front and took him to the vet.  He survived but the vet says he'll have a very distinctive appearance for a while until his fur grows in."
Jan took a very deep breath as she considered what her next actions would be and whether or not they would land her in jail.

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Can't Help Myself

Yes, I know it's a blog break but sometimes things come to me and I have to write them down so they'll leave me alone.

the watchers watched
while the waiters waited
the talkers talked
and the haters hated
the listener listened
and the thinkers thought
while the dreamers dreamed
and the soldiers fought
the wailers wailed
the moaners moaned
and some of us
preferred to get stoned
the government has made it easy
it's legal now (or will be soon)
to let your brain get soft and hazy
otherwise, you might go crazy
  the planner planned
it would work this way
they would make money
every day
on the backs of those
who can't face reality
who prefer 'doped up'
in totality
pretty soon we'll all be loopy
happily feeling sort of goofy
with no connection to the truth......

Phew...glad I got that out.  Now I'll have some peace.

Monday, 13 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey and myself thought it sounded like a great idea so we jumped on board.  We need more passengers on this poetic trip.  Why not join us?
Each week Diane provides a prompt to help stir our creative stew...this week, as we have just acknowledged Remembrance Day in Canada, the topic is 'remembering'.

Do you remember?
"It was before my time."
"It's always been this way in my lifetime."
For you, yes.
But once
things needed to be addressed.
A stop had to be put to evil
and good men and women
answered the call,
put their lives on the line,
left home and family,
everything they held dear
in order to guarantee
the life we now enjoy.
Take a moment now
to hold them in your memory.
Some, never came back.
Some, came back damaged in some way.
Some, sadly, answer the call today
just as their predecessors did
and some
will not come back.
We need to remember them, too,
and offer them
one and all
our heartfelt thanks
and a promise
to never forget.