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.

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Although I am taking a blog break there is no way I am going to miss Words For Wednesday.
EC is providing the prompts this month and this weeks selection is as follows:
copper, explain, ill-fated, truck, neat, unite
branch, educated, tenuous, hum, decisive and notice.

Let's give it a shot:

"I've got a tenuous grip on this ladle at best Grace." Estelle said through gritted teeth.  "Just exactly what DO you have in this old copper kettle?"
"I can't explain right now." Grace replied as she made a few decisive passes over the simmering contents with her wand.  "Just keep the contents moving."
"An educated guess would be skunk tails and mouse guts.  How is it you don't seem to notice how very bad that smells?"  Screech put in from the open window.  He flew off to a nearby branch putting some distance between himself and the stench.
"No such thing." Grace laughed and happily hummed a little tune as she added ingredients.
"There now, if you will just unite with me Estelle, in lifting this out.....I think the trucks carburetor is neat and clean once more.
After that ill-fated trip to town last week it was obvious some mechanical repair work was required.  It should be good to go once more."

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Not To Worry

Gonna be away from the blog for a few days.   I need to get some stuff done around here.  I'll be back.

Monday, 6 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar) Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey (also in my sidebar) and myself (the mumbler) joined in...we want more joiners.  You can read, write,'s fun and it's free...what could possibly go wrong?
Each week Diane provides us with a topic or prompt.  You don't need to use it, it's just there in case you need a jump start.
This week the prompt is 'cold'.  

a sneeze
a snuffle
a, to the bathroom shuffle
a cough
a gasp
a dry and hacking rasp
I thig I hab a code
in by does
in by head
oh Lordy
I wish I was dead
it's in by chest
and all the rest
of be aches
ad pains
I hab a code
subone call dine wud wud

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Elephant's Child (you can find her in my sidebar) has our word prompts this week.

The Cat Angel

The cat was an ancient and bedraggled tabby who had been fortunate enough to find himself on the doorstep of the shabby little grey house on the side of a very busy highway.  His appearance would arouse compassion in anyone, he was so very frail.   Dirty and dusty from the road he lay panting and managed with the last of his strength to emit a feeble meow...a cry for help.
The door opened.  To his dimming eyes the woman appeared to sparkle.  Her pleasant face and gentle appearance gave him hope.
She narrowed her eyes the better to evaluate  the creature before her.  "I believe I can help you." a gentle voice said.  Putting a capful of her special herbal mixture into a bowl of warm milk she gently dropped it a bit at a time into his mouth until he found the strength to lift his head and lap eagerly from the bowl. " This should execute a fairly speedy recovery for you." she smiled.  Then, picking up the unwieldy bundle of scrawny cat she carried it into the kitchen and placed it on a mat in front of the open fire.  "Welcome home." she said softly.
A car sped by outside raising a dust.  "John, is that a dead cat beside the road?"  "I believe it is Mary.  Way out here in the middle of nowhere, not a house in sight for miles.  It must have been feral."  "Poor little thing." Mary said. "I hope it went without too much suffering."

Monday, 30 October 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane, On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my side bar...please go visit).  Diane decided Mondays needed a little spiffing up if you she invented Poetry Monday.  Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey (also in my sidebar) and myself (the mumbler) joined in.  You can join in too.  We like company.  Diane provides us with a prompt each week which you can use, or not, as you choose.  The prompt this week is 'feet'.

ten little toes
in neat little rows
the colour that,
of a pale pink rose

ten little toes
wriggling in the air
belong to the girl
with the golden hair

just found her toesies
wonder what they're for
before you know it
she'll be running out the door

chubby little footsies
scamper round the house
no one can say
she's quiet like a mouse

tny little toes
don't stay small for long
she'll grow up and leave you
before too long

Sunday, 29 October 2017

The Man Who Should Have Been President

We just watched Bernie Sanders address a group at the University of Toronto on the subject of Health Care.  What an amazing man.  We couldn't pry ourselves away.

Saturday, 28 October 2017


i am drifting
i am weak
brittle with age
the storms of life
have battered me
torn me
worn me out
and now
i have simply
let go
no more responsibilities
important functions to perform
i drift
i have released my grip
on the supports
the foundations
the bulwarks 
of my life
i give myself up
a gift to the earth
in my death
i shall provide life

Friday, 27 October 2017

Still Good After All This Time

Have you ever watched a rerun of a TV show from the seventies that you just loved and wondered to yourself "Why did we ever think that was good?"  Happens a lot doesn't it.
Well,  I just watched the Bob Newhart show for the first time in absolutely years and guess what; other than being floored by the trousers men used to wear I found myself laughing my head off just like I did 'way back when'.  Some things just get better with age.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  This month Cindi of Letting The Words Escape (you can find her in my sidebar) is providing the words.  She has been inspired by horror fiction.  This week the words come from actor Vincent Prices' horror movie titles.
The prompt words are as follows:
pendulum, haunted, seven, wax, raven, scream, tales, fly, tingler, invisible, usher and diary

let's give it a shot

Andrew sat at the top of the stairs, his eyes fixed on the pendulum of the old clock in the lobby below.  In his hands rested the leather bound diary of his great great grandfather, also an Andrew as were all the first born males, and already the fourth generation of Blackstone to live in Blackstone manor.
For some reason Andrew always found himself in this exact position at seven pm.  It never failed.  He loved the tales in the collection of diaries his great great grandfather had kept over his lifetime.  It was all there; stories of the raven haired beauty the older Andrew had married (the old man waxed poetic over her beauty), even the purchase price of the clock at the bottom of the stairs.  That clock had marked the passage of time for every Andrew since that day it was first installed.  It's ticking had helped usher in the arrival of four more Andrews including himself.
Andrew sighed.  Time seemed to stand still for him now.  It seemed always to be seven pm and he seemed always to be sitting on the top step looking at the clock.  He remembered when time seemed to fly past at break neck speed.
He stood, and turning, found himself face to face with a young woman who let out a spine tingler of a scream and simply ran straight through him and down the stairs as if he was invisible.
Stunned, he sat back down on the step and focused once more on the pendulum.  Seven pm.  How peculiar, he thought.
"Andrew, Andrew!  I swear this old shack is haunted.  I saw him again, in the same place."
"Never mind sweetheart.  Look.  Look what I found in the attic.  A whole trunk full of old diaries written by my great, great, great, great (I think maybe one more great?) grandfather.  I can't wait to read them."