Little brothers and little sisters can get into mountains of trouble. Francis and I were no exception. We had stumbled upon the “Fountain of Bad Ideas.” I hope my children do not read this because it differs from what I have told them. Do you promise not to tell them? Cross your heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in your eye.?
Each generation accuses the next of being spoiled and lazy. Parents claim they had to work much longer and scrimp and save to buy their first used car, first small house, second hand furniture and on and on and on. Let me describe him for you: He was a six-cylinder that only ran on five. His floor had numerous holes. The brake light stayed on all the time. He burned more oil than gasoline. His side mirror had rotted off. His radio did not work.…
My Mom and Dad were opposites. Mom wanted problems solved immediately. Dad, on the other hand, was a reflective type and he liked “to sleep on things.” Daily routines were important to him. He walked and talked the same speed no matter what. It made for some interesting times.
Baked beans, brown bread and molasses are a delicious piece of my Nova Scotia heritage. My mother along with most mothers of her generation made baked beans & Maritime brown bread or biscuits every Saturday. Mom added a generous amount of molasses to her beans, tasted them and added a little bit more, and a little bit more.
A few months ago, Glenn and I set out to visit our son, Jeremy, and his little family at their home in Guelph. We had almost reached their house when we spotted a Goodwill Store, a thrift store similar to Value Village or Frenchy’s and chose to not resist the temptation to stop. Hmmmmmmmm? What bargains and treasures were waiting for us? Apparently, several. By the time we got out of the store we had spent over $100. What? That’s crazy!
I have never claimed to be Suzy Homemaker, but I do like a certain semblance of order around me. And so I ask myself why most of my clothes are on my bedroom floor when I have a large, beautiful closet? They range from clean, sort of clean, not so clean, almost dirty and just plain dirty. The problem is I don’t know which clothes are which. In a pinch I take advantage of the ever popular “sniff test.”
A few days ago my right eye felt scratchy and itchy. One peek in the mirror confirmed that it was badly inflamed. Then I spotted the culprit on the rim of my bottom eyelid ― a stye. You may be scratching your head, asking, “What is a stye anyway?” A stye is an inflamed swelling on the edge of an eyelid, caused by bacterial infection of the gland at the base of an eyelash.
For years, my children and I flew Broom Express, I mean Air Canada to Nova Scotia just as soon as the school year ended. My husband,Glenn, worked at General Electric Canada and would join us for his holidays in July and August. I counted down the days until his arrival. Ever the optimist, I slept, listening with one ear, in case he should arrive earlier than planned. This pattern repeated itself for years.