Category Archives: Furniture

Trying something new

On the advice of my friend Suzanne, I’m tried something new today.  What did I do different? First I took my rarely used bicycle out of the shed, secured my helmet, and rode off to the local mall. Well I actually had to turn around at the corner and go back home, the back tire was deflated. Unlock gate, unlock house, route in jar of numerous keys for shed key, find key ring with numerous keys – forcing me to try one of many again to unlock shed, find tire pump, pump like mad woman so nozzle can fall off tire thingamajig numerous times, finally re-inflate tire, return pump to shed, lock shed, return keys to house, lock house, lock gate, ride off into sunset to mall.

Finally on my way, I debate riding on the sidewalk (which is illegal) vs the road. Decide on the road, only to almost get taken out by driver who obviously hates bike riders. After my near death experience I arrived at the mall. I go to the Bulk Barn to buy some steel-cut oats (one has to stay regular healthy), and dog treats. Eventually I grab a coffee and breakfast so I can sit down and write. In truth, I went to the mall for the sole intention of writing. It seems sitting at my computer lately just draws blanks.

These past three weeks have been a whirlwind of activity at our house with Suzanne visiting. I have played the tourist with her, as we toured the RGB (Royal Botanical Gardens), The Hamilton Farmer’s Market, Cootes Paradise, Lindsay Ontario, Aylmer Ontario, Port Dover Ontario, and Niagara Falls Ontario. On bad chronic pain days for me, Suzanne went out on her own walking – and boy can that woman walk, 14 kilometres one day alone! (Note: Suzanne came over quite aware, that there would be days, she would have to go it alone while I rested). Middle child graciously did fill in for me a number of times, taking Suzanne to the mall, and for a walk at Albion Falls.

The visit to Aylmer and Port Dover (where our grandmother used to live) was on the invitation of my sister, who was interested in checking out some handmade Mennonite dining room tables. Afterwards, she thought it would be nice to have lunch on the beach in Port Dover. So on a very raining Saturday, my sister drove into town to pick us up. With umbrella’s on hand (I borrowed my husband one and only, supposedly favourite umbrella, which was later turned inside out, and left broken by an extremely strong wind gust, that amazingly left me unscathed (did he ask me that – Nooo!)) Anyways, the furniture was gorgeous, though nothing was purchased, except of course slippers by me, that middle child keeps trying to steal (payback for hubby’s umbrella?)

It seemed the rain was not going to let up, nevertheless it did not put a damper on our lunch, the scene reminded my Wales-born friend of home.

Picture of the rain hitting the restaurant window.

Before you ask, I have no idea why the restaurant decided to plant palm trees on the beach.

Day One of my self-imposed writing challenge

The title came to me around 3 a.m. last night when I was supposed to be sleeping. I wrote about three days of this self-imposed writing challenge, but like a lot of my writings which occur in my mind in the middle of the night, I have forgotten most of it. Here’s what I do remember:

When my eldest daughter and husband finally painted our bedroom over the summer after years of sleeping in a room where the walls were covered in a horrible grey looking paint, we also rearranged the furniture. Rearranging the furniture is not that easy, especially moving the waterbed, which entails attaching the hose and putting it out the window so gravity can do its thing with the water.

Bedside table and lamp

My Grandmother’s table which needs to be redone, and my new lamp.

In our newly painted and rearranged room, I asked for a nightstand for my side of the bed. I hadn’t had one for god-knows how long, okay maybe actually never, at least not a true nightstand. I wanted it so I could put my glasses there, plus a notepad for when I do wake in the middle of the night, and I could write down all the paragraphs popping out of my mind. So far this has not worked out. I have a new bedside lamp to see, the pen/pencils are there, the notepad is ready (they are in the drawer), but I have one problem with this scenario – our waterbed.

Have you ever tried to write well sitting on a waterbed, it is not the easiest thing going, and if it is the middle of the night, when I am only half awake, the situation becomes almost impossible. So night after night, I awaken and lay there with sentences going through my mind in hopes that I will remember them in the morning. This rarely happens, and sadly I have written some damn good posts in the middle of the night, I just can’t remember them come morning. Thus I have to come up with a solution to deal with the waves in the waterbed for when I do try to write. Maybe the husband could put a desk just off to the side, that way I only have to slide my buttocks from the bed to a chair with the hope the words in my brain don’t get all jumbled and lost.

I should mention I have an issue with sleep walking, and the other night I unplugged my new bedside lamp, and moved it to the other dresser. Why? I have no idea. I’m just happy I haven’t rearranged any kitchen knives lately.