ImPort Stanley – Schoolhouse Hill
A weekly series about life and discoveries as a recent “import” to Port Stanley, ON.
My most frequent – and really only – complaint about living in Port Stanley is this darn hill!
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The Only One We Get
I’ve been truly gobsmacked over the sheer number of comments here and on social media about my alcoholism post. It amazes me that people respond so generously to an honest revelation about something that, not so long ago, brought me feelings of shame. But it’s when we reveal our flaws that we give others permission to do the same. We ought to learn this stuff in school. So, thank you for sharing your experiences and simply for being kind.
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When Older Eyes Are Smiling
Sometimes, as a typical human, I ruminate about getting older, while also trying not to do the math. You know – the math on life expectancy and that sort of thing. Getting older is the goal, so mostly I’m damn grateful to be doing it.
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What Port Stanley Needs
We’ve lived in Port Stanley for 3 months. Three of the happiest months in a good, long while. We love it. This isn’t a complaint but an observation after doing our best to shop locally and talking to neighbours. Our town could use a few more businesses. I think they’d be hugely successful.
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One Year Later
It’s one year to the day that cancer took our Mom. She was 80 and had been through a few years of treatments, hope, despair, pain, and ultimately, peace.
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Mom Day
Today marks the 81st year of my Mother’s birth. It’s also 10 months less a day since she died.
…It’s Not Me, It’s You
One day last week, after wearing ourselves out doing moving stuff, Derek and I flopped in front of the TV for some Netflix. I picked a documentary on Norman Lear, the creative genius behind the biggest TV hits of the 70’s; All in the Family, Good Times, The Jeffersons, etc. The doc is called Just Another Version of You.
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All the Right Moves
When you’ve moved as often as we have in recent years, you learn to temper your expectations. Live in the moment. Perfection is unattainable. Something is bound to go wrong. Roll with it or lose your stomach lining!
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I’ll Miss (some of) This
Officially, we won’t be country bumpkins in three days. The big move-out is on Friday. Some straggling stuff will still need to be hoofed over to Port Stanley. But for all intents and purposes, on Friday we’re out.
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Not Boxed In to My Chagrin
This week finds me quite disappointed, my little treat chompers, As Packarama 2021 continues, not one box has been left out for my amusement. Every box is built, filled, labelled and set aside. What’s a curious cat to do?
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Miss Sugar Returns (It Can Only Mean One Thing)
Greetings my little dumplings! Yes it’s me, your friendly supermodel furball, Miss Sugar. I’m coming back out of blogger retirement to share the craziest story of my life (so far).
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Our Friend Louis
I wasn’t his closest friend, nor did I know him the longest among our little group. About 12 years. But I want to tell you what I do know about our friend Louis Christian Charland who died suddenly of a heart attack today. (UPDATE: Louis did not suffer a heart attack. He had a bacterial infection in his heart.)
…How I Got Over the Easter Bunny
I found these photos:
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Miss Sugar Update
Miss Sugar, the former blogging cat appreciates the comments, messages and notes she’s received since hanging up her keyboard. She gave us a scare a couple of weeks ago, and wants me to fill you in.
…Sugar’s Sayonara
It’s true, my little tail twitchers. This is my final regular Tuesday blog post. To find out why, please come with me into the past, and envision with me my beautiful future.
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Bang Up Job
A few days before Christmas, I’d had it with my bangs. They were getting in my eyes and they had to go, but I knew that getting them cut by a pro was going to be impossible with shops shut down. So I decided to do it myself.
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Falling for You
Hello, my little fur lickers, and Happy New Year to one and all. To loving human beans, fellow fab felines, and, even filthy dogs! I’m feeling full of love and perhaps even a little bit high on catnip. Santa was generous with it, as usual.
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