October 31, 2012

What a treat to actually take part in Hallowe’en with the Kitty and the baby Panda, and their mom. It’s still a novelty to be able to do a day trip to Wolfville and enjoy a hit of grandchildren…especially today. Jen already knows so many families in such a short time, and that puts me back to our days in St.Catharines, when we had our fourth babe and so many many friends. It’s a wonderful time in life.

October 30, 2012

This is Frank’s lunch, and a typical one at that. Me..I’d be an anemic tea and toast old lady, if living on my own. Frank’s mother, on her own, would make the best meals for herself, make extra, freeze that up like a T.V. dinner, label it. Wouldn’t be me. I so admire it, but ultimately I’m too lazy or indifferent, or just too busy or involved to want to stop and make that effort. I also don’t have that sense of time around mealtimes. Once again, visiting with my mother in law, after a few days, I’d be hungry like clockwork on her regulated eating schedule. I always say everything we do, we do in accordance to our personality, and when it comes to food prep and mealtimes, Frank and I are very different. He definitely scores higher in this arena. Not always, but this one is his point.

October 28, 2012

Drea came to visit. We had a quiet time talking in the den as Frank had the living area upside down while he worked on the wood trim. Daisy of course needed to do her head butting for constant petting, but Drea was up to the task. It’s always wonderful to have this lovely youngest child of ours, hang out with us.

 

October 28, 2012

Being at a funeral of a person who lived a good life, left a legacy of love and good deeds, is always  inspiring. You listen closely for what made this life so elevated, and hear it in the small things..the sense of humour, the steady nature, the close bonds with family and fellow men. And this is what I’ve taken away…the little things become the big things.

October 27, 2012

Look who went to a Hallowe’en party! Can’t believe we figured out costumes, but there we were, the fisherman and the flapper. It was actually fun working out how to pull this off.

October 26, 2012

A beautiful fall day..sat out on the deck reading a book for a large part of the day, then a lovely walk on the Salt Marsh Trail, with my man and my dog, then dinner out.  Nice one. Clearly we’re a retired couple.

October 25, 2012

What I do most Thursdays at painting group…I sew. The quilt I’m working on is a challenge, but I’m enjoying it, and I couldn’t ask for a better setting. The setting is often the thing that’s so important to me. A curious aesthetic that I’m powerless over. Could be worse.

October 24, 2012

Who would have thought that fingerling potatoes would make this blog? These weird wonders were grown by Alice, in a veggie garden that overlooks a huge vista of the Atlantic, the shoreline, the hills, headlands. I brought a book to Alice and she in return showered me with fresh vegetables and home made pickles and condiments made from her produce. It was definitely an unbalanced exchange. That’s the beauty of giving when it’s not expected. The receiver is unbalanced by the act, it’s a “you made my day” scenario.  These creatures on our counter keep me smiling…so the giving continues.

October 23, 2012

We went for a walk when the sun was getting low in the sky…the long shadow time, beautiful in the fall, and anytime.

I love the play of the sun , being low, just grabbing the tops of the marsh reeds and grasses. It looks like “On Golden Pond”, the Three Fathom Harbour version. Funny how younger readers  just won’t get that reference. That’s happening more and more. When you say,” oh, I did that, about 30 years ago”…etc..it still sounds strange to my ears. These are the small things I’m coming to accept, in my own “golden” decades.

October 22, 2012

It was that kind of day today…not yet cold enough to have our heating system on, but cold enough to feel chilled. The propane fireplace did the trick, but alas, it wasn’t in my studio, where I spent the day. The bigger trick is to just read a book curled up by the flames. When will I learn?