Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Alone Times

It's been three weeks since My Pal Al jaunted off on a Mediterranean cruise, and she returns to the office today.  It'll be good to have her back.

Now I just have to finish this mug of coffee, get dressed, and get out the door . . .  hm, easier said than done . . . I can't help thinking "A's back, so what's the rush for me to get there? I'm not really needed just yet."


I've been alone here at the house since early Saturday morning when Scott left for Calgary. One might have expected the last four days to pass slowly, since I haven't been working or had to be out and around much.  But no. I'm accustomed to being by myself here on my days off so his absence hasn't made a lot of difference. I'll be glad to see him home tonight though. It's reassuring to have another body in the house when it's dark outside your curtainless picture window.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Fall Gold

I have dick-all to say.
But there are pictures.

I never get tired of fall golds.



Saturday, September 27, 2014

Fortunate Are We

The winds of change ... no kidding ...
From hot to cold goes the weather
In a day
In an hour sometimes

But we
We have warm houses
Food in the fridge
No reason to leave it all and run
For our lives

From here
we run toward
the danger
the killing

How fortunate are we
To have that choice





Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Perfect Fall

It was the easiest filling I've ever had. Rainbow Dental Therapy in Kelvington. I'm telling ya ... I was so relaxed I almost could've fallen asleep. Almost.


The rest of the day was a write-off, mind you. I took Aspirin as soon as I got home, and again in the evening, and still my jaw was sore all night. 


This morning all is well again. Woo hoo! And it's a sunny, breezy, beautiful fall day. Too bad I have to spend it in the office. These are the days when it would be nice to have nothing to do but prepare meals and generally be available if a hand is needed in the field. 

But that's not the way she goes, so ... off she goes ... .

Monday, September 22, 2014

Heavenly Day

If today was not a heavenly day ... well ... then I don't know what heaven is.



It was all I could do to stay indoors a couple hours and get News stories onto the company webpage.

What a glorious day!


I can't bring myself to cut down flowers that are still green and blooming (ish)(well, there is still life). I don't have a vegetable garden with all its late summer tyranny over the life of its keeper. What's a girl to do outside, then?

Why, a leisurely stroll down the road is just the thing.


I went and snipped up some coltsfoot.

The dogs are always up for any sort of jaunt.


Saturday, September 20, 2014

Ottoline

Have been reading a biography of Ottoline Morrell. A bit of a soap opera life, or at least the way it’s written – mostly about intrigues in her personal relationships with people – and rather dull. I’d like to read something in the woman’s own voice instead.

Her friends saw her philosophy as "her brand of mystical romanticism." It sounds like her friends were as two-faced and mean as it's possible to be, bar acts of stabbing and theft.

She was a longtime friend of Lytton Strachey, who, while working on the production of his manuscript for Eminent Victorians, wrote about the process:
"All sorts of tiresome details and minor crises," which could describe working in a news office some days.

Ottoline's on-again off-again sweetheart Bertrand Russell was in the streets of London when the end of World War I was announced. There was widespread jubilation. He wrote, "I saw a man and a woman, complete strangers to each other, meet in the middle of the road and kiss as they passed."

Zinnias and coneflowers brought inside before they could freeze.
Here's Ottoline and her home at Garsington Manor:




At Garsington Manor near Oxford; painting of flowers over mantel by Duncan Grant

Garsington Manor
For more about Ottoline Morrell: CLICK HERE.

Friday, September 19, 2014

One More Day

Chilly in the morning, and by dark, a warm summer evening! Oh Saskatchewan weather, how thou canst still surprise us all.
Today we're enjoying a misty rain. The farmer in my house is not weeping ... yet ... but close.
I'll be indoors all day, trying to fit everything into a 20-page paper before the press deadline is too far past.
But I did take a jaunt down the alley and over to the liquor store late yesterday afternoon to pick up a couple bottles of wine. It's waiting for me in the fridge, and I'm already looking forward to pouring myself a glass tonight.

Raspberries ... mmmmmmmm....

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Zippity Doo Dah

It does seem a tad early to be wearing long underwear and cranking the furnace up, doesn't it? We were promised warm weather by the weekend, but it sure doesn't feel like it today. Oh well. As certain members of my family say about some of the most tragic events, "We have to take what comes."

Besides, I'm happy for an excuse to wear brightly coloured leggings under my jeans. That wind is frickin' freezin'.

Lifted from FB


Check out Alisa Burke's blog today. Her family visited an aquarium with underwater tunnels.

I'm off to work.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Now can he drive 55?

I got nutthin! Just a cheery Good Morning.
Maybe I'll see you back here tonight!

I did come home at suppertime yesterday and make a cake for Scott, as it was his 55th birthday.
See recipe at Stubblejumpers Cafe.
I think he appreciated it.  He had two pieces, anyway.


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

To Dennis from Emil

Once upon a time, Emil told singer/songwriter Dennis Lakusta — or maybe Dennis told Emil — that he should write a song called Emil Goes to Camp Easter Seal. 

This may have been said lightheartedly but Emil takes everything literally and has never forgotten, and so every once in a while he reminds Dennis, who now lives in Nanaimo.

"I'll tell you what, Emil," Dennis replied, "Next time you go to Camp Easter Seal, send me a list of all the things you did there. Then I've got a place to start."

So this summer when Emil returned from camp, he sat down here at the computer for an hour and composed this list. I was only called upon once or twice to help with spelling a particular word; otherwise, my proofreading suggestions were firmly ignored:

Hi Dennis How are you doing ?
I had a good time at camp easter seal this year.
On saturday at camp easter seal this year I got to watch a talent show.
This year at camp easter seal I got to pet the  horse 2 times.
On the last day before I went home from camp easter seal this year I danced with lots of people.
On sunday at camp easter seal this year I  got to make cookies.
On the first day I got to camp easter seal this year I got to go out for supper at a restaurant called  the spa.
Do you ride horses?
On saturday at camp easter seal this year I got to watch cowboy movies.
Do you have a new car  yet?
On sunday at camp easter seal this year I had supper up at russ sticks.
A t camp easter seal this year when we had supper up at russ sticks we had pizza bush pies for supper,
On monday at camp easter seal this year I got to go swimming one time.
What songs do you like to sing the most?
On saturday at camp easter this year I got to watch the ruff rider game on tv.
At camp easter seal this year I watched a movie in the tv room.
If you write that new song called Emil goes to camp easter seal I would love to hear it.
On the last day before I went home from camp easter seal this year I had a final banquet and dance.
After the final banquet and dance was over then I had an after  party.
I would like to see you again sometime .At camp easter seal this year I had sports.  At camp easter seal this year I got 2 have ice cream 2 times.
In sports at camp easter seal this year I played catch.
At camp easter seal this year I got to go for a ride on a boat called a pon toon boat.
At camp easter seal this year I was in cabin 16.
At camp easter seal this year my camp counsellors said to me Emil I like you you are fun to hang out with.
Camp easter seal is a very nice place.
How often do you sing the car alarm song ?
What is year favourite food?
How often do you go out and play at concerts?
At camp easter seal we have 2 really nice stone buildings.
One time we watched a music video of you on scotts lap top.
On the first day I got to camp easter seal this year we had a camp fire before bed.
On monday moring at camp easter seal this year  we had french toast for breakfast.
                   from Emil


Poor Dennis, he's been sick in bed since last month and just wrote to explain and ask me to tell Emil to be patient. I bet you've never had such a demanding "biggest fan" before, have you, Dennis?

In other news, there is a birthday boy in the house. Well, not in the house. He's out working, and I'm heading off, myself, but leaving this on the table:

The envelope contains a booklet all about the year he was born, 1959; and a backscratcher. What more could a man ask?

Monday, September 15, 2014

Panic Attacks

Another weekend has come and gone. Man, the time goes fast, doesn't it? I guess tidying and cleaning up the house and getting on top of the dishes are just So Much Fun that time flies! At any rate I like having a couple days at home to put things back in order without rushing.

That's really all I had the energy for. I'm still coughing and even had the beginnings of a panic attack one afternoon when my chest felt heavy and constricted so that I couldn't breathe deeply or quite normally. In the moment, I did recognize it was "only" a panic attack (there was a time when I had quite a few during a short period, many years ago) and that there is only one way to cope with them and that is to "breathe through it." But at the same time, I was thinking, "Maybe this is the beginning of a heart attack. I am not ready to die. My affairs are not in order!" That's why they're called panic attacks, I guess; because you are afraid you might actually be dying.

They are scary, even when you know better.



Sunday, September 14, 2014

Saturday, September 13, 2014

No Go

It seems sensible to stay home, keep warm, and not spread this dastardly cold one inch further than I already have by going to work for the past four days.

I hated to do it. I'm the first one to preach that when you're sick you should stay home, for the sake of other people if not for your own healing, and to hell with everything but resting. Your health is more important than any of it.

But I understand why people go to work when they're sick. It's not so much that they need the money — at least in my case right now, it isn't — but that they're very likely part of a team and they don't want to let others down. They want to get the job done, dammit! Then they will rest.

Last night I arrived home feeling not too bad, considering the state of me in the morning. Oh sure I had some ugly coughing fits during the day, but could think straight, at least. I actually felt well enough when walking in here about 7 o'clock to tackle the dishes that were overflowing on the counter. And then I stayed up till midnight, and was still wide awake at 3:30 a.m. after lying abed for hours in the dark! Weird. Maybe too many hours of sleep the night before?

I will never understand the reasons this body does what it does. I'm just thankful it only gets migraines, cold sores, the occasional bizarre uncalled-for (as far as I'm concerned) back injury and the rare head/chest cold. Many would be glad to trade places with me if that was all they had to live with. So I count myself fortunate — at least, on the many good days. And most of them are.

So today, I rest.
There are still some dishes to do, and I've run hot water into the sink with some soap and am letting them soak. And if I get around to them, good. I like a clean kitchen. But if not, C'est la vie. They'll be there tomorrow, as the saying goes.

The  pretty blouse Joan brought, which looks silly on me because of its peculiar style, with little foldy fluffy pleats on the sides. I am probably too short for it. Next! Cara, you give it a try.  Though you're shorter yet. It's gonna look great on somebody. Maybe on someone tall? In which case, no one in our family.
Also, Cara, the packages of jujubes and lifesavers I've been carrying in my purse for your kids are probably a year old now. That is just sad.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Oh My Aches and Pains Boo Hoo

Super shitty day and night yesterday, coughing and choking and blowing nose; then a migraine came on. When I dragged myself home after work it was to take a pill and go straight to bed and stay there all night except for a short time up to eat a scrambled egg Scott made for me. Thank goodness I no longer have kids to look after, as I can barely take care of myself. 
Woke up in the middle of the night soaking wet, had to get up and change my shirt. Must've had a fever. Better this morning but neck still bothering and voice still very deep.
At least I had no problem sleeping, which as far as I am concerned is the best escape from discomfort that there is.
I'd crawl back into bed this morning, too, if I could, in spite of having been up long enough to have a bath and make a pot of coffee. But all hands are needed at the newspaper as it's production day and there is a press deadline to meet. I'll look forward to a date with my pillow later.

Someone posted this on FB and I have sent it to many of my ambitious and crafty friends for inspiration:




Thursday, September 11, 2014

Down But Not Out

Feeling too shitty this morning to do anything but go back to bed. Got no voice (to speak of)(ha ha).
But off I go to the office anyway, taking a page out of Scott's book: if you're not dead, keep working.
I almost made it an entire year without a cold, though. Or maybe I actually did. All I know is that I hadn't had one since starting at the news office last year after Thanksgiving. Maybe the last cold was well before that. Anyway I was pretty pleased when all around me were coughing and sniffling and I wasn't catching anything from them. Thought maybe I'd finally found the best preventive: wash those hands, wash those hands, wash those hands.

Off I go, in the spirit of Marg Delahunty, warrior princess:



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Happy Birthday to Cameroni Bumboni

It didn't freeze last night. Yay! I've got some serious snipping to do in the flowerbeds after work. Meanwhile they are all blooming brightly and beautifully. It will be a shame to see them frozen black. I'll bring in as many as I can find vases for.

Today is my little brother's birthday. I was six when he was born and apparently when he was brought home from the hospital, remarked that I'd rather have a puppy. That is really the only thing I remember being told about my reaction. Other things I've been told are that as a child in our little hometown, Cameron used to go around wearing a pink pillbox hat. And once when he was quite small he told Mom, who was working in the kitchen, "I feel mean." He was just tired, she said, and needed a nap.

So here's to you, Cameron ... may you eat pizza and beer with friends tonight!
And when I get home, I'll have a drink in your honour.

Maybe I'll even pick up a pizza at the deli counter ... if I can just remember what day it is, and that the store closes at 6 tonight.



Did you hear on CBC radio last night that they think they've finally identified Jack the Ripper, using mitochondrial DNA? They've matched his "leavings" with a relative or descendant and believe he was a schizophrenic Polish immigrant who ended up in an asylum.

This is not the first time it's been thought that Jack the Ripper was named; but it's the first time there's been DNA evidence, if I'm not mistaken.

A book has just come out. It's called Naming Jack the Ripper.
Here's more: CLICK HERE.
Don't you love it when a murder mystery is solved?
I'm still waiting for the police to catch the prick who murdered the young nurse in Saskatoon in 1962. I was three years old at the time and Mom said she used to send me to the grocery store by myself before that happened. Imagine that, in a city the size of Saskatoon? It wouldn't happen often nowadays, would it. And after that murder, Mom didn't do it again either.
See Sharon Butala's book The Girl in Saskatoon.
Butala, a Saskatchewan author, has also written my absolute favourite book: The Perfection of the Morning. Click on the book titles for links to more information.

And have a jimdikkitydandy day! I have to get my ass out the door.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Brrzy Wrrzy WooWoo

Holy moly bumboli.
Not only did I wear leggings under my jeans today, but the second time I left the office in the afternoon it was with jacket and gloves on and wishing for a tuque.
I'm regretting not getting home before dark so there would have been time to cut a nice big bunch of purple coneflowers before they freeze on the stalk. Oh well, c'est la vie, ma fille!
No regrets, really. It was cold when I got here. I scurried into the house like a little rat.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

New Wheels

Somebody finally, finally, FINALLY bought himself a new work truck.
It only took him years of careful "shopping" on Kijiji.


Ducky Doodle checks out the new tires.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Same old, same old

You must get ever so tired of seeing the same landscape photos here all the time. The same road, the same trees, the same dogs. Blah blah blah.
However, that's my life. If you want something different, go to someone else's blog!
It's a pretty simple solution.
Meanwhile, welcome to my world.


2:16pm
Last night Everett came with me to pick up Emil and give him a ride to Everett’s for the weekend. When I dropped them off, Everett said, “Wait a minute. I’ve got something.”
He went in and came out a minute later, handing me a tube of Rolo chocolate candies.
“Ah!” I said. “You DO love me! It can’t be denied!”
“Don’t get too excited,” he replied. “They were on sale.”
“Still,” I insisted, “you remain my sweet boy.”
And he is. Current surly attitude aside (I see it as adding layers of protection over his sensitive nature), I know who is in there underneath it all. Mothers never forget and are difficult to fool.

3:38pm
So far I have spent the day moving stuff so the vacuum can do its work. And doing several loads of laundry. And dyeing two loads of clothing. And sorting and bagging and tying up the recycling and setting it on the step to take to Little Green (car). And heaven knows what else has kept me so busy since getting out of bed this morning. I haven’t washed the bag of soil-laden potatoes yet, as Scott requested, but I did just get them into some water to soften the caked dirt. I haven’t got the chicken into the roaster yet, but it’s on the counter now while the oven preheats. And I did phone our little Rebecca down the road and say “Wanna make 20 bucks?” so she came over and washed the bathroom and kitchen floors for us. I got her to roll up the quarters to pay herself with, as I only have a $5 bill in my wallet.

Next: it’s a sunny day and I will dress against the cool wind that is felt when the sun hides behind a cloud, and go for a walk with my doggy friends.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Rainbow Dental Therapy

About to walk out the door shortly after six o'clock, I noticed my co-worker Rita was busy doing something at the back of the room and thought I'd lend a hand so she could get home too.
She was counting, cutting and stapling raffle tickets, so I followed her lead and we had the job done after another half-hour.
She didn't want to be in the photo, so I've cropped her out, but here is the heavy-duty machine that was used to cut the tickets.


On Tuesday I visited the Rainbow Dental Therapy office in Kelvington for a checkup and cleaning. I need one small but deep filling, dammit, but enjoyed the quickest and most gentle tooth-cleaning I have ever had. Usually they are a bit of an ordeal. Not this time! If Amelia, the therapist at Rainbow, is half as adept at doing fillings as she is with cleaning teeth, my next appointment will be a breeze!

This dental therapy clinic is the only one of its kind in Saskatchewan. Amelia does her work, which is overseen and approved by a licensed dentist (naturopathic, if I read right) who comes out to the office once a month.

I couldn't be more tickled. Usually to find professionals who do this kind of work, we have to drive all over the province. And here we are with them set up just a half-hour away. Woo hoo!

Amelia also makes her own tooth-cleaning recipe that replaces toothpastes full of fluoride and other enemies of healthy teeth that are on the commercial market. I've purchased a jar of her peppermint-flavoured concoction and am liking it just fine.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Turning Over to the New Season

One morning last week there were yellowing leaves on the trees along the road.
And suddenly there were yellow leaves laying across my driveway.
It begins!
And I love it.
You go ahead and cry about the end of summer if you want to. It does seem to have gone too quickly, I'll give you that.
But fall is gorgeous. The scents, alone!


Before we know it, the giant flocks of geese will be here. The scouts have already arrived.
In my house, two of the menfolk are suffering end-of-summer colds. Scott works through his; Emil goes to bed and stays there. Hard to say which is the wiser.