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.
Glenn and I got married on July 21, 1979. He knew a great deal about me and my quirks, but not e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Glenn was ill-prepared for the “Revenge of the Roaches.” He had no idea that I talked, walked, yelled, jumped up and down and even peed in slippers. Poor, poor Glenn. One night something woke him up and he could not figure out what on earth was going on. Was it a burglar?
Near the end of the week I felt confident enough to drive the moped by myself. Glenn and I sprinted out to the “parking lot” where the mopeds were kept. Like a Tour de France Pro, I proudly wheeled the moped out to the street, threw my leg up over the seat and started up the hill.
Our house is well-equipped in the closet department. There is a place for everything, but everything is not in its place. In theory, our basement should be empty — in theory. Despite all this storage area, we still have an “everything closet” filled with linens, photos, computer parts, Christmas wrap, games, and stuff we don’t know what to do with — you get the picture.
The day had to come sooner or later. Sunday is the big day when I will fly from Halifax to Toronto. I am looking forward to going home and getting that first glimpse of my sweetheart, Glenn, waiting for me at the luggage carousel with a bouquet of roses and hand-dipped chocolate truffles in hand. (Just joking about roses and truffles.)
A bald, windy hill with a breath-taking view of the ever-changing Atlantic Ocean has been my home since mid-November. Although I have devoted most of my time to writing, I have spent more time than usual in search of the holy grail of pastry recipes for my yummy blueberry and apple pies. Which is best? Shortening, butter, or a combination of the two? Flaky, melt-in-your-mouth pastry made with butter and shortening won hands down. I found this gem of a…
I hate to be a wet blanket. (Actually, I am being a warm, fuzzy blanket.) less than a week into the new year BUT, I feel obligated to do my small part to provide important information you may need this week. My big question for you is, “Do you have an up-to-date LAST WILL & TESTAMENT?”
The Lockeport Baptist Church Annual Living Christmas Tree Performances were scheduled for December 2, 3, 4 ― done and over before the madness of the Christmas rush. I joined the choir as a soprano and attended Tuesday and Thursday night practices. A week prior to the first performance I learned the dress code stipulated white tops and black bottoms. Uh-oh. That created a teensy weensy problem. I do not wear white ― off-white, maybe, but NEVER, EVER bright white.