Archive | March 2017

Dad’s Brown Bag Elixir & More

A stuffed-up nose, sneezing, sore throat, achiness, fatigue–we’ve all been there many times before.  By now, you’d think they would have a cure for the average cold and flu, but with an aisle full of possible remedies, I’m not sure ‘they’ want us to find one.  That thought aside for now, EVERYONE seems to have a secret potion of sorts that should help either prevent, shorten or at least help minimize symptoms.  I know I’ve certainly tried a good portion of them over the years, but I had one favourite as a child thanks to my father.  And, no Buckley’s was not it (it really IS awful), nor was anything cherry-flavoured, be it cough syrup, fever medicine or otherwise.  Indeed, my dad’s sure-fire cold Elixir for us as kids was always a stiff tablespoon of….you guessed it, rum!  (And no, he wasn’t misguided in his parenting or wrongly encouraging drinking at a young age, if that’s what you are thinking.)  His philosophy was simply that it was potent enough to help what ailed us and kill any nasty bugs.  In reality, I’m not sure that it really did much of anything; after all my father was mostly a farmer, not a doctor, but I will admit that one shot of the hard liquor certainly took away any chills that I had, as the warm liquid seeped past my tummy and went straight to the tips of my toes.  I usually slept well too. Read More…

The Not So Symbiotic Nature of Marriage

Yesterday, I had a conversation with a longtime friend of mine, only to discover that she and her recent ex-husband are unfortunately at odds over many things necessitating an ensuing court case to settle their differences.  Three young boys are involved.  Since Christmas, I have heard of two other marriage split-ups; one wherein adultery broke apart the relationship, also affecting three very small children (one aged four months) and the other separation happened when the husband came home one night and announced that he was leaving after almost two decades of being together.  While break-ups are nothing new and I am not surprised to hear of these latest situations in that statistics support the notion that divorce is likely in 40% of all unions, and has been that way for years (even decades), I cannot help but wonder what exactly is going on.  And, I am not talking about the stats themselves, rather I am referring to all of the things that come about as a result of them. Read More…

Every Day In Every Possible Way

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Sometimes, we go through our lives mindlessly doing things and it isn’t until later on that we realize the true impact of our actions.  The older I get, the more I realize that it really is the little things that end up mattering in the overall scheme of life.  So, when the opportunity arises for us to do something for others, regardless of how insignificant it may seem at the time, remember to take advantage.  You never know how far-reaching your words and/or a good deed may go, even if it’s as simple as holding the door.  How many times do we hear stories wherein someone was initially annoyed with another person’s actions (i.e. a slow teller at the store, a driver failing to signal, etc.), only to discover that there was/is more than good reason for his/her behaviour in that he/she had recently experienced a devastating event, such as the death of a loved one?  A whole new light and perspective gets shed in a situation like that to the point of embarrassment on our part for passing initial judgement on them and their supposed lack of ‘spryness’ or whatever adjective it is that we have instantly attached to them. Read More…

The Last of Winter’s Sunrises

An everyday occurrence,

On an otherwise Ordinary day,

With an extraordinary view.

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Warm light. Snow white. Winter delight:-).

Timmy the Green Sea Turtle

My husband and I had the good fortune of coming across this fine fellow in our travels to the Big Island of Hawaii last summer.

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While neither of us knew nothing much of turtles beforehand, and still don’t really know a lot (though our encounter did prompt some ‘Google’ research), we were mesmerized with this seemingly free-floating sea creature.  To see one up close and personal, separate from being in the water, is really quite something.  Their presence is both ancient, yet evolved and they command (not demand) respect just by the very nature of their being.

In our case, we felt an instant connection with our green turtle friend, so much so, that we nicknamed ‘him’, Timmy.  Not too long into our stay, Timmy was soon joined by Sammy and Gertie, which negated our theory that sea turtles were/are solitary.  Each day, from our lanai, we searched longingly into the deep ocean waters awaiting our new friends’ arrival into our bay and sure enough, they would eventually surface.  They would dive, swim, float, beach, feed and sun themselves right before our very eyes!  We were sold on their ocean adventures and soon we were writing ourselves into their story, such that they came purposely our way each day just to say ‘hi’ and visit.  That we were so lucky to have been their ‘chosen ones’.  While it is likely that that was not exactly the case, it sure was fun to wait, watch, wonder and learn a bit about our newfound green sea pals.  Perhaps they are now awaiting our return?!  

It IS Easy Being Green!

 

If I Had a Label, It Would Read…

If I had a label, it would read:

-100% pure ingredients

-No additives (well, maybe a little muffin top?)

-High in anti-oxidants (namely chocolate;-)

-Some preservatives (I can only hope)

-Full of Naturally Occurring Sugars (of course, I’m sweet:-)

-A hint of dyes (Colour-Me-Blonde highlights, but NO red #40 or blue #2)

WARNING!  Contains:  A nut (I mean can be nutty:-), gluten of all kinds, but usually lactose-free.

Feel free to play along…what would your Label be?

Blue Autumn

I look in the mirror,

A fait accompli,

First step completed,

Swimsuit on–tee-hee!

I enter the pool deck area,

The smell of chlorine overwhelms,

My knees feel weak,

This is out of my realm.

The green-blue hue summons,

I bravely answer the call,

One stair at a time,

I trepidatiously enter its wet thrall.

Breathe, just breathe,” I hear her say,

One, two, three, four…,

My chin hits the surface,

Time to even out the score.

I close my wide eyes,

Pinch hard onto my nose,

The sting hits my throat,

My body feels its throws.

My toes grasp the concrete,

They can still touch the bottom,

I pop up to the surface…

“See ya again next Autumn!”

Conquer

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