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A Bittersweet Life Change

In 2004, Glenn and I made a major life change. We purchased Monk Funeral Home in beautiful Bobcaygeon, Ontario. Friends and family thought we had taken leave of our senses, but we had news for them. Our senses abandoned us years ago and we have been looking for them ever since. I believe they left the country. Chaos Reigned Supreme We arrived in Bobcaygeon on February 6th, exhausted and unable to find the funeral home we had just purchased — only slightly…

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HANKERING FOR THE MUSHY FOODS OF MY CHILDHOOD

I love mushy, soggy food, even if it is supposed to be crispy or crunchy. As well, I like eating cold food that should be hot — like a can of Campbell’s Tomato Soup straight from the fridge or a lukewarm cup off coffee. And that’s not all — I used to put my frozen ice cream in the oven to soften it. I believe these unusual eating habits are deeply rooted in my childhood and provide warm, fuzzy feelings. There was, however,…

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YOU MIGHT BE A WEST HEADER IF YOUR KITCHEN SINK IS IN THE PORCH

“The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.”  Debi Mazar For generations the kitchen was the heart of the home, the place families gathered, and our house was no exception. When I found this picture from the seventies it flooded all my senses.Take a good look at it and I will try to add the details, so you will feel you are sitting on the cot or at the table.…

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THE OLDEST AND STRONGEST EMOTION OF MANKIND IS FEAR. (H.P. Lovecraft)

A life devoid of FEAR is a dangerous enterprise. A child must learn that hot coffee burns, a broken glass can cause a deep cut, and a tricycle is no match for a car. These FEARS preserve life. But do we have to FEAR everything?   HEALTHY FEAR OF AN UNBUCKLED SEAT BELT Do you remember when seat belts became mandatory? Loads of people, including my own father, had anecdotal stories of how they would have died had they been wearing a…

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SLEUTHING FROM UNDER MY CUBAN PALAPAS IN VARADERO

What comes to mind when you think of Cuba? Castro, rum, cigars, cappuccino, sun beds sheltered under palapas? What about hurricanes? Devastation by Hurricane Irma is visible all over the Varadero strip, home to more than fifty resorts. Irma gobbled up the beach as we knew it and eroded the sandy shoreline by several feet. Buildings sustained significant damage. At our resort, roofs/rooves blew off and others collapsed. Giant palm trees snapped off like twigs. New ones have already been…

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I dislike, no… I detest, no… I deplore, no… I LOATHE selling a house.

SELLING A HOUSE IS DRIVING ME BATTY Let me make myself crystal clear. I dislike, no… scorn, no… detest, no… deplore, no… I loathe selling a house. And just exactly what do I dislike about it? That’s simple, EVERYTHING. And what has caused these strong feelings? Selling three houses in the past. The previous transactions were stress-filled because we were buying another house with the proceeds and could not balance two mortgage payments. That is true for most people. I can vouch for childbirth and…

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Moseying Along Fourteen Nosy, Cozy, Dozy Days in Cuba

Today is our last day in wintry Ontario for a couple of weeks. Our suitcases are packed and tomorrow afternoon we are trading the cold of Canada for the warmth of Cuba. for some reason, we are more excited this year than ever before. Over the past forty years, Glenn and I have morphed into boring creatures of habit. You see, when we find what we consider perfection, we stop looking. For us, Cuba’s Iberostar Varadero with its beautiful beach,…

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JUST WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME

Dad was an inshore fisherman who was away from home most of the day.  Mom,  like most women in the sixties, stayed at home with four kids. Fortunately, the two oldest started working as soon as they could — such responsible young men. That left “Francis the Teaser” and “Melda the Tattler” at home. We were more than mischievous, we were just plain rotten to the core. I have a theory that Mom and Dad ran out of steam after raising…

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Mental Health First Aid with a Side of Thistles

It was November and the grass was as green as ever at our Nova Scotia home. Unfortunately, the pesky thistles were multiplying by the hour in the mild temperatures and I kept digging them out.  The weather was so pleasant, I was able to take two long, refreshing walks each day. The early setting sun was the only hint that winter was only three weeks away. WHO MOTORED TO HALIFAX FOR MEDICAL ATTENTION? On one of those mild evenings, I was…

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