July 4th – July 17th

Day 186 – 199 — Wowza!  199 days blogged about.  NOT — to clarify — 199 blogs, but 199 days recounted in my blog.

I’ve been busy with summer and holidays, hence the break in writing.  I left on July 7th to go have a little mini-holiday with two of my sisters.  We went to my one sister, Lori, and her husband’s cottage in Northern Ontario.  Near Kenora.  I may have written about it in the past.  It’s a lovely place.  We spent the better part of a week just sitting on the dock, drinking various cocktails and beers, playing Scrabble, and jumping in the lake when it got too hot.  I am proud to say I got a tan.  Some have even said:  “you look great — all tanned and relaxed” so that made me feel pretty darned good.

Prior to leaving for my little holiday I had spent time trying to get my house in order.  Cleaning, gardening, making sure the bills were paid, etc.  Boring, but necessary stuff.

I had high hopes that Tim would have the pergola finished when I got back, but alas, it was not to be.  He has got the main beams up, so now I’m just praying that he gets it done before the end of summer.  If we have a nice autumn I’ll still be able to enjoy it for a bit.  In Tim’s defence, I have to say that it rained a lot the week I was gone.  It rained only once while I was at the lake, and only for a little it one afternoon.  And it was warm rain.  Not like the cold rains of Alberta, at all.

When I arrived in Calgary Monday night for my connecting flight I was very disheartened when the pilot came on to tell us that the temp was 15 degrees.  I nearly gasped.  For the past week I had been enjoying temps in the high 20’s and low 30’s.  Talk about a shock.  Still, when I stepped off the plane in Edmonton, where it was a wonderful 2 degrees warmer, it felt good to be home.

As much as I always dream of getting away, I’m always grateful and happy to get back home.

With so much of summer still stretched out before me I’ve got lots of plans and lots to do.  I’m going to make the most of every moment and be joyful in the moment.

A few shots of my sister’s place in Ontario:


January 10th

Well, up at 5:15 this morning in an effort to get ahead of the game.  .  .

I have about 15 minutes left in which to blog.

I did however manage to journal — first time in a couple of months.  And I sent out some long overdue pictures to family.  So, I feel good about that.

We were snowbound here in Bon Accord this past weekend.  A snowstorm hit Friday and we got dumped on but good.  It took Tim and I a couple of hours to shovel our way out of the driveway on Saturday.  Everyone was in the same boat.  The Town came around and plowed the roads but left a lovely windrow at the base of our driveway.  We didn’t have the energy to shovel it away, but thankfully our neighbor, Bob, came along with his snow blower and got rid of it for us.

I hate winter, but I love snow days.  Tim and I stayed inside, putzed around (after the snow shoveling, of course), and watched TV; I put away some of my Christmas stuff (there’s still more to be boxed up) and then I slogged over to Heather’s to drink sherry and play Scrabble.  It was wonderful.  We had leftovers for supper and then sat and watched about 5 episodes of Dexter — we finished off the season!  I haven’t watched that much television in God knows how long — probably never.

Sunday we stayed in bed late, then got up and headed out for provisions.  We seriously did need groceries in the worst way.  Got home, did some more shoveling and then got supper on the go.

It was the kind of weekend you just wished didn’t have to end.  It was relaxing and unpressured and free of guilt — because being snowed in means you have the best excuse in the world to stay home and just be.