Day 213 – 215 — We’ve had a few very lovely days here in Bon Accord. And it looks like the long weekend is shaping up to be a gorgeous one.
I managed, finally, to get all the weeding done. Yay! Yay! Yay! I sat under my lovely pergola for the first time last night and enjoyed the fading rays of the sun after a late dinner. I made the most delicious spinach salad I’ve ever had. Don’t want to boast — well, that’s a lie! — but, damn, that salad was good.
On Wednesday I decided to pick up my grandkids and spend the day with them — to take a break from the monotony of chores and day-to-day. We went to the spray park in St. Albert where they had a grand time. Ethan was enthralled with the skateboard park next to us and I have fears that as soon as he’s big enough he’s going to want to try what he saw. Gives me fits. Afterwards we had popsicles and ice-cream as we sat in the sun waiting for them to dry off.
Then, home where I made them tacos for supper. We were having fish tacos. None of them have ever had fish, so Grandma decided to try it on them. I LOVE fish tacos — my new favorite food. Has been for about a year now. Anyway, they loved the fish, just not on tacos. They’ll get there, eventually. But I’m glad I was able to introduce them to something new.
On Thursday I went and got my haircut. Quite a bit shorter than I have had, and I love it. Something new for the new me. LOL. Followed my plan to find a little coffee shop and sit and write for a couple of hours. Tried out a place called JAX coffee on 50th street. Very nice. Excellent food and service. I would recommend the wonton soup if you decide to give it a try. Got some good writing done. Fleshed out a poem, which I think is going to get entered into a contest when it’s done.
I am feeling full of positive vibes. I know it has mostly to do with the summer and the removal of work stress, but I’m determined to hang on to them.
Oh, yeah — I’ve registered for courses at Concordia again. Marching ever forward.
If I were a bear
I would pay no never-mind
to the rolls of fat around my middle,
to the graying, un-ruly hairs upon my head
or the wiry, scratchy ones sprouting
on my legs and beneath my arms.
No, if I were a bear
I’d snuffle out a place
warm and cozy, full of all the smells
that bring me joy and comfort,
and then I’d wrap my heart in pictures
of those I cherish so that my dreams
would be nothing but sweet.
And, if I were a bear
I’d stay snuggled down
inside my little cocoon until
the green smells of Spring tickled
my nose and my winter-claws
could no longer scratch through the matted
fur on my sun-starved hide.
If I were a bear
I’d emerge, blinking
into the bright sunlight of promise
and I’d go snorting and snuffing
looking for news of all those I left behind
while I slumbered and grew sleek
and hungry for life to return.
A quiet time of family
and turkey dinners,
table games and catching
the last glory of Fall,
pretending that the snow
won’t come, but feeling
its icy kiss brush your cheek
as you kick through fallen leaves
while holding tight to the hand
of someone you love.
It’s a time for last weekends
at the lake, last hikes on trails
gone to gold from green;
a time for Northern Lights
and sitting around a fire under
a big dark sky. It’s trail rides
and one more time out on the boat;
it’s driving dusty country roads
in search of one perfect tree,
one the winds haven’t
yet stripped naked of autumn’s splendor,
for that ever elusive family photo,
the one that there’s always
next year for. And,
if this is not the year, no matter;
the heart will capture what