As I mentioned last week, I arrived in West Head late Monday night. Bright and early Tuesday morning, I switched to my Nova Scotia routine. I know many of you wonder what I do when I’m here so I have chronicled a somewhat typical day for you. My comments are in blue. Enjoy. At 9:30 a.m. I whipped my RAV4 into the parking lot of the Bayman Coffee Shop. In fact, I begin every day that way seven days a week. Right…
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.”
Last weekend many college and university students came home for the first time since beginning school over a month ago. I can imagine a variety of scenarios played out across the country. Perhaps Mom and Dad picked you up at school and you prattled on nonstop the whole way home about all the fun you are having. (Oops, you meant to say how hard you have been studying.) College is light years better than high school.
This is a great read written by my daughter, Allison Clark. I love her style, naturally! Melda PUMPKINFEST! Fun on the Farm for the Entire Family!
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.
Children all across the country began a brand new school year recently. Numerous first time Kindergarten parents had a big lump in their throats. Where did the time go? Only last year their children were babies learning to walk. Tears brimmed in the eyes of parents sending their final child to school.