…… the other day my husband and I had one of those “wait a minute, what’s happening moments.” Somehow, most, if not all of the doors in our house had somehow repositioned themselves. That is: the doors that never closed were now tilting significantly towards their jambs and the doors that never stayed open, were […]
…… the other day my husband and I had one of those “wait a minute, what’s happening moments.” Somehow, most, if not all of the doors in our house had somehow repositioned themselves. That is: the doors that never closed were now tilting significantly towards their jambs and the doors that never stayed open, were
One of my favourite poets is T.S. Eliot and one of my favourite books is Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. I love, love, love everyone one of the poems in the book and yes, I am a cat person!! Ironically, this weekend one of those magical poems came to mind. It was Gus –
I just received, with my papers – we still subscribe to both Toronto newspapers – the Lee Valley flier. Now, most fliers come in the front door and go out the back!! I know I don’t need more clothes, or shoes, or furniture etc..etc.. However, I “brake” for gadgets. I don’t actually buy them, but
A friend posted this to my wall on FB and I thought that it was fun. I realized, however, that I had too many “no”s – so I guess I have to get out and do a little more!! Here it is, with comments ✍ Tattoos – no Your (my) skin is an organ and
Most gardeners know that Ilex or holly needs a partner – another holly tree or bush, to have them both produce those gorgeous red berries so popular in winter, when everything else is bland and grey. Several years ago, a horrific ice storm took one of our holly bushes, not to mention many limbs from
…I love, you love, he/she loves….Well, it is that time of year, when everything else fades in the magic of lights, music, family, friends and good cheer. I couldn’t resist posting, on another knitters thread, this link to a site that lists the conjugation of the latin verb, amare – to love, in all its
…..The Ugly Christmas Sweater!! Please, let me explain!! Sometime in mid-November, my youngest was telling us about a planned Christmas party at his work. There was to be a “Secret Santa” gift exchange and an “Ugly Christmas Sweater” contest. He loved the concept of the ugly Christmas Sweater!! (In my heart, I wept – how
Or maybe that’s ech! Nothing makes me feel more Canadian than a blizzard that starts about 3:00pm on a workday afternoon – just early enough to coat the roads with a slick of ice, before it’s time to even think of getting home. This is when a thirty minute commute turns into a three hour
Art is a great healer. It takes the mind and the heart from the troubles of the day to a different space, a different time, a different world. Maybe that’s why so many artists seem so “spaced out,” most of the time – they are someplace else. I have been doing some fibre Art lately,
