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Farewell to Nova Scotia

How is it possible we have been at our Nova Scotia homestead for more than two months? The time has come to clean up the house…again, pack up and leave bright and early Monday morning. I think I will sleep in my clothes, because I will nod off as soon as I stumble into the car, and wake up five hours later near the New Brunswick border.

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IT NEVER WAS ABOUT ME

Here it is Thursday and I am just beginning my post. No, I haven’t been goofing off. If you are looking for me, I will be parked in my purple chair for the day. I have spent the whole week working on my mental health speaking opportunity that I am looking forward to this Sunday night. If you are in the area, drop in. Come as you are — no need to get all gussied up. Pajamas are clothes too. Just…

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A BITTERSWEET MORNING…

Shortly after arriving in West Head in early May, I fired off emails to the principals of Shelburne County Elementary Schools. I introduced myself as a retired teacher/ storyteller and offered to visit their school to share my funny story  “ARE WE THERE YET” with their students. I remember how it feels to be a weary teacher in June. Students are restless and eager for summer holidays. I volunteered to visit each class for one whole hour with music, story and games —…

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A CLASSIC CASE OF BUYER’S REMORSE

Have you ever looked around your house and wondered why you spent good money on certain gadgets and small appliances? I have concluded that many purchases of the “greatest-gadgets-of-all-time” ilk are nothing more than a waste of hard-earned money. Who loves homemade bread, but doesn’t want to spend all day baking? Apparently, a significant number of people, including ME. A Japanese company, Matsushita Electric Industrial Company, which is now Panasonic, created the first bread maker that could make one loaf of…

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Dad Bought the Lawnmower, Mom Cut the Grass

The tiny Nova Scotia community of West Head should have “Rock” in its name. The spit of land is made of millions of rocks, from the tiniest pebbles to boulders, covered by a thin layer of acidic soil here and there. Like icebergs, rocks that peek through the surface could be be as big as a house.

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Glenn Clark Would Rather Walk through Fire than Cut Grass

After a year of apartment living, Glenn and I moved into our first house in Peterborough, ON. The lot was small with a bit of lawn in the front, but the majority was behind the house. When the lawnmower left by the previous owner kicked the bucket, we trotted off to Canadian Tire. How hard could it be to choose a lawnmower? We discovered the choices are numerous. Walk Behind, Reel, Electric or Gas? After much deliberation, we left with our first…

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These New Eyes Make Everything Sparkle

Following Mom’s death, Dad moved his barn hobbies into the house. The multi-purpose kitchen table served as his new workbench. He covered the table with newspaper and set up his belt sander, saws, drills, screwdrivers, hammer, nails, glue, pliers, wrenches, hacksaw, level, tape measure, miter saw, and wood clamps that doubled as clothespins.

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Goblins, Ghouls and Ghosts in the West Head Graveyard

A cemetery is a tranquil, intriguing place………..in the daylight. It can be a serene place to walk, a  peaceful spot to sit on a bench and contemplate life. I quite enjoy reading the epitaphs on monuments. They run the gamut from the proverbial sublime to the ridiculous. This one tickled my funny bone. It comes from a  cemetery in Nova Scotia. I had the misfortune of growing up in a house surrounded by three cemeteries: The West Head Cemetery, The Townsend Family…

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Don’t Buy a House When the Snow is Deep

  Glenn and I were married in 1979. A couple of years later, we made the big decision to buy our first home and that led us down a scary rabbit hole. Questions, doubts, and fears consumed us. After traipsing through numerous homes, we opted to buy 649 Chamberlain Street in Peterborough, ON. It was close enough to GE  Peterborough for Glenn to ride his bike to work.

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