Month: July 2019

Summer’s here, bring it on.    Another year, one more beer, another song ….

My whippersnipper gave out – well sort of, but not really – lost the top part. Sooooo … borrowed my brothers and wow!!!   What a difference using a battery powered. So much easier than lugging around mine which weighs in at about 200 pounds (not really), is gas powered, and gets heavier with every turn around the garden (yes really). I’m usually all in before I even get it running!

Anyway – long story short – I’m putting it out there for #1 Son. If you love me, there will be a battery powered whippersnipper under the Christmas tree this year,

Finished in no time  and sat for a little swing, – not a usual occurrence. Sun was warm, sky was blue, air was sweet, and I could hear the hushhh of the surf in the not so far away. And instead of thinking about everything I don’t have, spent a few minutes – never enough – being grateful for what I do have.

#1Son and the three Ronnies being at the top of the list.

Some people say that you can’t miss what you don’t have, that if you didn’t have it, you couldn’t possibly miss it.

I don’t believe that. I would know. If I’d never had them, I would know. I would still know. I would always know. And I would miss them.

Thoughts.

Twice-loved.

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends                                     A chance to share old memories and play our songs again.

Garden Party today! An annual event. Last year the Links dominated with lucky seven but this year … just me.

one is the loneliest number that you ever knew ..

(on a roll here)

But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well.                                                                       You can’t please everyone so you got to please yourself.

Anyway it was a lovely end to a lovely day.

Garden parties – an annual event.

Twice-loved.

July 26

Spent the afternoon with my big boy and while there may be a fifty year age difference, our tastes are pretty similar. This kid has an awesome playlist!!

Having my picture taken with a Pokémon was most definitely a highlight – and a first for Gram – but mostly the day was about colour. We both have a sweet tooth and as a mom, I would totally say no to a box of twelve cake pops for lunch. As a Gram? – hope you’re sharing!  And this after a trip to Sweets and Treats, a lovely little ice cream shop tucked under the lighthouse at Long Point. Loved the sundae topped with local berry jams. Can’t go wrong for me with partridgeberry jam. It’s my favorite!

Finished off the day with a visit to a roadside yard sale. #1 Grandson is as happy to poke about in a dusty old shed as his Gram and we each came away happy with more stuff we rescued. Love my new cookie jar!

Twice-loved!

July 24

Gearing down. Boys all had their baths, teeth brushed, stories read and told. Drink poured and a glass raised to all the single dads and moms who do this alone on a regular basis. I seem to have fallen out of habit and the Gram I am today is not nearly as organized or efficient as the Mom I was yesterday. Late getting supper, late doing dishes, and late with the bedtime routine! But you can bet your bottom dollar no one will be sleeping in late … except maybe me!

“I’m late! I’m late!” Mild obsession with Alice, the White Rabbit, the Mad Hatter and the whole Wonderland crew these days. Such adventures!

I love rescuing the weary and worn and giving it new purpose. Especially furniture. I am a yard sale junkie. Fun and funky furniture reminds me of Wonderland where everything is just a little off kilter.

I once sold pop bottles for tomorrow’s sandwich meat. Happily, I don’t need to do that anymore. I wonder if I had an appreciation for yard sale treasures back then? I can’t remember. I do know I was happy – the lack of material things did not seem such a big deal. Perhaps I’m wrong; perhaps, in looking back, nostalgia has taken the edge off many things. Who can remember? In any case, I’m a strong believer today in using what we have.

I recently heard a story about a ‘little yellow corn pot’ I left behind years ago. Apparently the little fellow has survived for over 40 years. A few adventurers there for sure!

Maybe that’s why I like to ‘rescue’ stuff today … perhaps the little yellow corn pot was too easily left behind.

Twice loved!

And a few recent rescues …