Years ago my great aunt, who I was very close to, was in the hospital dying from cancer. I would visit her daily since her family lived out of town. I didn’t mind doing this at all, in fact the time we spent together was wonderful. Then she had a stroke, and was no longer able to speak. On my visits I started to confide in her. Though she was unable to respond, I could see the support in her eyes. Her days were numbered and as she worsened I would read her parables from the Bible.

The number of people I choose to confide in is very limited, basically there is my husband and best friend. Yet, even then there are always some things you cannot say. Last night, was one of those nights where because of circumstance I was left heartbroken, crying alone. Hubby was at work and I really didn’t want to phone anyone to explain how I was feeling, I just wanted to be alone in my tears.

Sometimes sharing how you feel is difficult. How do you feel about sharing your feelings?

Dinner time conversation at my house

Dinner time conversation at my house is always quite interesting, we never leave any topic untouched. Monday – women’s breasts – the teenage boy was not impressed, since most of the conversation was about his older sister’s and mother’s breasts; Tuesday – stretch marks – this conversation started off with the teenage boy being quite proud of the stretch marks on his arms from exercising. He also has them on his back, because of some weird growth spurt he had. His older sister has strange stretch marks above both hips. I can only think that this is because of her years of playing keeper in soccer. Mom, well I have had three kids, so obviously I have stretch marks, no explanation needed. The teenage boy was now totally grossed out. Wednesday – STD’s, I don’t know how we started this conversation. At this point, I tweeted about our conversations asking what we could talk about on Thursday. The one suggestion I received was circumcision and oat-sewing, but these two topics have already been covered. Sadly, I missed Thursday’s dinner. Tonight is Friday, and well it is not yet dinner time, but what goes well with brisket?

The drive and the puppy

The other day we had the pleasure of driving our daughter back to university. This is not a particularly fun drive because of the length but it is beautiful, especially when you are on the other side of Montreal, in the Eastern Townships. One of the fun things about the drive, is the lack of working electronic devices. Sure I can still receive text messages but I have no internet, thus no Twitter, no Google+, no Facebook, and no e-mail. What do we do? On the way there, we had another friend with us, who we were dropping off in Kingston, so there was loads of conversation. We also had my daughter’s (middle child) new puppy with us, so it was a must that we stopped every two hours for pee breaks.

When we arrived in Kingston, middle child and I went for our own washroom breaks in our friends apartment. My husband stayed outside with the puppy. Now he hasn’t been impressed that middle child got herself a dog especially since we are her financiers while she attends university. This was about to change. The puppy is a chick magnet! It seems that while we were upstairs relieving ourselves, hubby and the new puppy were socializing with many a lovely lady who happened to walk by, we found him with one of them. His attitude about the puppy is slowly changing and he is now thinking that we should get another dog, for our dog, he says. At the next stop, again hubby stays with puppy while middle child and I go into the rest station. This time, however there are no lovely ladies, just male truck drivers stopping by and admiring the puppy. Hubby appears to be okay with this, he is warming to the dog, who just happens to be very adorable.

Middle child with Cocoa and Bear (puppy)