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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.

Two days in the life of middle child & I

Yesterday middle child was feeling quite sad because she wouldn’t be joining us for dinner. See, she decided to stay for spring/summer school while her older sister had returned home for the summer. She naturally phoned me just as I was making dinner, nothing grand but as usual supper is always eaten at the dinner table (unless it is Friday when I don’t cook). Since we were already chatting on Skype, middle child asked if I would set the laptop up at the end of the table so she could join us. Little did I know she would print-screen me! If you look closely, she is in the upper right hand corner.

Print screened

 

The next day was much better for middle child, she received her ‘Hunter’ rain boots in the mail.

7:58 a.m. Middle child: Walked right through a puddle and no leakage. It’s awesome.
Me: oohlala
Middle child:  Yah man I feel very awesome doing that. (She’s 19 and feeling awesome!)
Me: Glad to hear you enjoy puddle hoping. (Really? At her age?)
Middle child:  Thank you for the rain boots.
Me:  You’re welcome.
Middle child: Why are you up so early? (Because your father decided to sleep in and someone had to feed the damn dog).
Me: Fed the pooch. Debating on a walk but I have neither rain boots nor a rain coat. (Money was spent on the ‘Hunter’ rain boots and your orthotics, waiting for rebate from insurance company).
Middle child: I bought soy milk yesterday. I’m going to try to cut all bad stuff out. I went for a walk Mom, it was nice.
Me: Just read an article on milk. Skim milk is best followed by soy. (Everything that mom reads is right).
Middle child: I don’t like skim milk at all.
Me: It is fine.
Middle child: You know when you eat an apple and its, like your first bite and you know its going to be a good apple. I had a delicious apple this morning. (Is she on something? This is weird).
Me: Okay, I’m happy for you. (Geez, it’s just an apple).
Middle child: Thanks.
Me: Have fun in school. (I’m going back to bed).
Middle child: Thanks.
Me: Bye
Middle child: sends icon of heart.
Me: sends icon of heart.

               

The teenage boy made his mother very proud.

I had asked the teenage boy to take Cocoa, our beagle for a walk the other day. I am always unsure when he goes for a walk because he travels all over the nooks and crannies of Hamilton. I am also never sure what he will bring home. He is very much like his father. A few years ago, when my husband was walking home from work, and it happened to be garbage night, he saw a door. Not just any door, but a very heavy wooden front door. So, what did he do? Well, he picked it up and brought it home. This door was completely useless to us, it was the wrong size, and there was no key to the lock which just happened to be an extremely old lock that required a skeleton key. I asked him why, why did he bring it home? He really could not answer me, so the door sat unused in our basement for months.

Thus, when the teenage boy went for a walk, I was naturally concerned. Much to my relief though, the only thing he had brought home was a wallet. The wallet had close to twenty different cards in it, health cards, debit cards, charge cards, etc. Apparently well walking down an alleyway he saw the wallet. At first glance he just ignored it but then he thought twice, and turned to retrieve it. The wallet was empty and the cards that went in the slots were strewn across the alley. He picked up all the cards and the wallet. Once at home, we tried to figure out how to contact the owner. Looking in the internet telephone book gave us nothing, and the cards too, were useless, no address on any of them. I searched the various different hiding places of the wallet and found a red slip of paper with a phone number. We called the number and asked for the woman who’s name was listed on the health card. She was quite relieved that her wallet had been found. She had been robbed at the local library. We gave her our address and she drove over to retrieve the wallet and it’s contents. Sadly though, the cards were now useless since she had spent the entire afternoon calling and cancelling them all. Either way, she was very happy to know that my son had taken the time to pick everything up. I was a very proud mother.