…… 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,
My husband is away for a few weeks, so I have to hold down the fort. However, I have decided to make it a productive two weeks. That is to say, I have decided to clean out the fridge, which also includes the freezer. Why can this not be done when my husband is home?
