My humans have really lost it this time. Mother especially. She follows me around with her black rectangle in her hand, waiting for me to speak. Then she and father oooh and aaaah at the rectangle and tell me how wonderful I am. As if I’m not already aware!
…The hospice where my Mom died nearly two months ago reached out and offered me grief therapy, so I took it. I wanted to hear what would come out of me in a safe space, with a trained professional. I figured that would tell me how I was doing. I felt like I was coping okay. Lots of tears, but getting on with it. A wise man once said, “the last one to notice the water is the fish”. I’m the fish.
…A thousand photos and a million memories of California later, reality has resumed. Miss Sugar will share her thoughts as her regular blog returns next Tuesday. Today, I thought I’d share some more.photos from our adventure
…Indian Canyon is a hiker’s paradise. On a beautiful day, wearing comfy shoes, we enjoyed the old trees and the sand underfoot.
My Facebook memories are popping up with photos of last year’s visit to Palm Speings. We are with the same wonderful people and dog! This trip began in San Francisco and will end with a coastal drive back to that city. Here is a sample of stuff (and Molly!) we’ve seen so far.
…Hello, pumpkins! Did you miss me yesterday? It’s a new schedule and a new life have begun for your princess of pampering.
…Well, that was fun! Even though my subject was serious – my experience with septic shock – I had fun as a presenter at London’s momonday last night.
…This is the kind of roommate Erin Davis is.
…This was my view for part of yesterday.
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Maybe it’s because I get to see the sunrise in the morning now. Maybe the fact that I have more control over my days has something to do with it. I’ve always been grateful for so many good fortunes in my life, but lately that gratitude can bring me to tears. Look away – I’m a mess!
The day after I finished work for good at CJBK, I got a freelance writing job with Walmart Canada. Their website is getting chock full of tips and expert advice and I’m tickled to be contributing to it.
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The dream: To work from home in one’s pyjamas, when possible. Reality: it’s friggin’ awesome.
…My first apartment in Wingham had a huge kitchen and livingroom, with a loft-like bedroom and bathroom at the top of a steep set of painted stairs. A few times, when my panty-hosed feet met those steps, Lisa went bye-bye. I recall slipping all the way down, my endless fall finally broken by cracking my noggin on the wooden door at the bottom.
…I’ve made a few observations about this part of the province. People are nice here. Everyone says hello, or gives a wave. A man let me in front of him in the Service Ontario office and even though I told him I had a pile of stuff to do there, he waved me off and took a seat. Maybe they can afford to be nice because they don’t seem to be in as much of a hurry. Cities hurry you up, whether you know it or not.
…After I posted last week’s story about my Dad’s jacket and horse-racing suit, I realized I’d handled another, similar situation completely differently. In fact, I decided immediately what I would do, instead of packing the things and lingering over the quandary. It had to do with my friend and colleague, Jodi Taylor.
…As we celebrate – in a row – our ninth anniversary, Derek’s birthday and Christmas, I’m bathed in gratitude.
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