Saturday Nice . . .

 

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A lingering touch of summer in the air

As if she waited with reluctant feel

Like a young bride, fearful to be wed,

Here Lady Autumn loiters by my street

Touching the trees with little dusty hands,

Spreading her mantle over all the lands.

Beside the road the golden rod are waving

Like helmet plumes caught in the morning light,

The corn is tall, the fields are checkered green.

Far in the blue an airman wheels in flight

Small as a bird he climbs the skies' vast dome,

Like a bright spirit slowly winging home.

A farmhouse stands four-square beside the road,

Its stone foundations strong as armoured steel,

It looks serene and safe and filled with peace,

Like an old ship who rids on even keel,

Breasting the seas of life in storm and shine,

Its old rooms rendolent of fir and pine.

And all about the golden sunlight falls,

Still as the grave and bright as jaspar walls.

~Edna Jacques, Fall

Aunt Hattie's Place, 1949

The trees across the way are looking almost threadbare now. All it takes is a bit of wind, and we have had plenty, to bring them down dancing upon the earth. I like to sit in my chair and watch them swirling up and down the street dancing to a symphony of brilliant amber, russet and golds. It won't be long now before they are all down on the ground and the bare branches of the trees will be reaching upwards, dark and silent against the pewter skies.  

There are some who don't like the autumn or fall as it is also called . . . they see it as an ending.  I see it as a beginning  . . . of the deep sleep, in preparation for rebirth in the spring. If you look closely you will see the spark of bud nestled in the tips of the branches, waiting for the warmth to bring them to life again. Falling leaves teach us the hope that comes from letting go in trust, and the belief of better things to come.

One of Eileen's workers came by yesterday. She did Eileen's nails and toenails. Eileen was really pleased with that. Her nails looked really pretty when they were done. We made great progress yesterday. She is a lot more comfortable now and was able to sit on the sofa for a while and even do some diamond art last night. It does my heart good to see the little improvements that are showing day by day. Our goal for next week is for her to be able to go out. Maybe tomorrow we will be able to go to my sister's for Sunday dinner. We will see. It would be nice.

We are hoping that she will be able to go out for a drive with one of her workers next week. She is supposed to get her hearing aids on the 28th, which would be nice for her. She said to me, "I'm going to be able to finally hear things I haven't heard in a long time." I said, "yes, and then when Nutmeg is snoring, you will be able to hear how cute it is too!"

We were talking about Christmas last night and things that she could make for gifts to give to her friends and family. Simple things like fudge, and candy bark.  I showed her a few things. She was quite amenable to the idea. So we will see how it goes. It is nice to be looking forward with positivity.

 

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Now is the time for the burning of the leaves,

They go to the fire; the nostril pricks with smoke

Wandering slowly into a weeping mist.

Brittle and blotches, ragged and rotten sheaves!

A flame seizes the smouldering ruin and bites

On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist.

The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;

All the spices of June are a bitter reek,

All the extravagant riches spent and mean.

All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;

Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild

Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.

Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare,

Time for the burning of days ended and done,

Idle solace of things that have gone before:

Rootless hope and fruitless desire are there;

Let them go to the fire, with never a look behind.

The world that was ours is a world that is ours no more.

They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise

From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,

And magical scents to a wondering memory bring;

The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.

Earth cares for her own ruins, naught forours.

Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.

~Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

That is something you don't really smell these days  . . .  burning leaves, but it was quite common when I was growing up.  People had their tin barrels at the back of the garden and along would come a bright and chill day in early November and Saturday would be spent in feeding the barrel with leaves and watching them burn, the smell of them filling the air. 

Is there anything that says autumn quite like the smell of burning leaves? The moment that smoky, earthy fragrance drifts through the air, I'm instantly transported back to simpler days. Crisp afternoons spent outdoors, wooly sweaters pulled on against the chill, golden leaves crunching beneath my feet, and the promise of something warm waiting in the kitchen when I got home.

It is the scent that carries memories. Of changing seasons. Of shorter days and cozy evenings. Of gathering close, slowing down, and appreciating life's simple pleasures.

For some it is the smell of childhood. For others, it's a reminder that nature is preparing for it's long winter rest. Whatever memories it stirs, there's something magical about it. One deep breath and suddenly autumn feels real.

 

 

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I saw that worrying had come to nothing, And gave

it up. And tool my old body and went out into

the morning and sang.

~Mary Oliver

I've spent far too many hours in my life worrying about things that never happened.

Worrying about tomorrow doesn't change tomorrow. It doesn't solve problems before they arrive. It doesn't soften disappointments or make difficult days easier. Most of the time, it simply steals the joy from today.

How much of what we worry about ever comes to pass? Very little, if we are honest.

The truth is that life has a way of unfolding whether we fret over it or not. Challenges come, challenges go. Problems get solved. New opportunities appear where we least expect them. And somehow, we almost always find a way through them.

I have learned that there is a tremendous freedom in doing what you can, accepting what you can't control, and trusting that you'll handle whatever coms your way when the time arrives.

The sun still rises. The seasons still change. Bread still bakes. Tea still tastes good. Life still offers beautiful moments, even on uncertain days.

So today, I'm going to trade my worries for gratitude. To focus on what's right in front of me instead of what might happen somewhere down the road. After all . . .  today is a gift and it seems a shame to spend it borrowing trouble from tomorrow.

 

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🍁🍁🍁How to Celebrate Autumn🍁🍁🍁

• Everything apples. Going to the farm for apple picking, apple fritters, and warm apple cider.  Coming home to the smell of apples and cinnamon baking in the oven.
• Homemade hot chocolate.
• Switching out the summer bedding to the fall bedding and adding a new decorative pillow for something new.
• Bringing out vintage Halloween decorations. A few ceramic pumpkins and extra bits of orange around the house. Pumpkin mugs and pie dishes. (I love my Mud Pie pumpkin one with the lid that has the words "In Pie We Crust" stamped across the front of it.
• Hot tea and cinnamon buns.
• Taking a walk on a golden trail in the aspen woods with their leaves glowing in the light while listening to the birds and wild geese fly overheat. Later a hot bowl of soup sipped in front of a campfire, wrapped in a blanket or quilt.
• Putting on cozy socks early in the morning and reading while drinking a hot drink on the sofa, music playing softly in the background.
• Switching out the candles from spring florals to the spicy scents of fall.
• Bring out the sweaters . . . major joy!
• Warm baths, hot tea, pumpkin muffins and your favourite book. Little Women springs to mind.
• Seasonal fruits and veggies. Apples, pears, squashes, pumpkins. Nothing says autumn like mulled apple cider and acorn squash soup.

 

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I don't think existence wants you to be serious. I have

not seen a serious tree. I have not seen a serious bird. I have not seen

a serious sunrise. I have not seen a serious starry night.

It seems they are all laughing in their own ways, dancing in their own ways.

We may not understand it, but there is a subtle feeling that

the whole existence is a celebration.

~Osho

Life was never meant to be merely endured. It was meant to be celebrated.

Not just on big days. Not just birthdays, anniversaries, promotions, or milestones. Life asks us to celebrate the ordinary moments as well. The morning coffee that tastes just right. A phone all from an old friend. The sound of rain on the roof. The laughter of a child. The comfort of coming home.

We spend so much time waiting for something special to happen that we sometimes forget that something special is happening right now.  Every day is a gift that arrives quietly, asking nothing more than to be noticed. The changing seasons, the people we love, the meals we share, the sunsets we pause to admire. These are the things that make up a life.

Perhaps celebrating life isn't bout grand gestures or extravagant experiences. Perhaps it's about gratitude and the practice of it. About recognizing the beauty tucked into ordinary days and being thankful for it.

And so today, I celebrate. Not because everything is perfect, but because I am here. Because I am breathing. Because I've been blessed with another change to love, to learn, to laugh and to make memories.

And really, isn't that reason enough?

 

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I don't have a lot planned for today. I hope at some point I can slip out to the Grocery store and pick up the inevitable cat food that I am always running out of. I have some leftover roast pork that I want to make into fried rice. (We both love that.) I want to tidy up the house and get it ready for Sunday.  I like my house to be tidy on Sunday. It adds to the restfulness of my day of rest.  Just enjoying time with Eileen and perhaps watching a film later on. Can you believe I've never seen Practical Magic?  I haven't so that is on the cards while spooky season is with us. I also hope to get to responding to my comments and emails. 💛

And with that I will bid you farewell for this weekend with a thought to carry with you   . . 

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*Life starts all over again

when it gets crisp in the fall.

~F. Scott Fitzgerald

In The English Kitchen today   . . . Maple & Cranberry Baked Apples.  A delicious, simple and easy taste of autumn's best.

Have a beautiful weekend everyone. God willing I will be back here again on Monday morning. Be happy, stay safe, be blessed. Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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 OCTOBER 23rd, 2026

Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

5*C/41*F

windy with rain expected later

Dear Neighbour,

Not quite as cold this morning although my weather app says because of the wind it is feeling a lot colder out. I can believe that. I have turned on the in-floor heating in my bathroom so that it is warmer in there. 

Eileen is still sleeping. She got up when I did this morning to go to the loo. She's been doing that most mornings.  But then she goes back to bed and sleeps for a few more hours. She is doing quite well, all things considered. She still has not ventured out of the house and she is still half reclining in the lazy boy chair when she is awake, Still not doing diamond art. But she is walking around a bit better and is toileting herself now. For the most part. I still have to help her pull up her pants, etc. She cannot bend or reach.

She had quite a busy day yesterday. My cousin Maria came to see her in the morning and brought her a nice little vase of flowers (artificial) and a little teddy bear. Eileen was thrilled. We had a lovely visit together the three of us, and then her worker Amy was here for another couple of hours. After that Eileen did have a nap.  She sleeps a lot, but that is to be expected and I think is aiding in her healing. Overall, I think she is doing very well. Each day brings small improvements. It has only been 2 1/2 weeks.

 

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The trees around the street are looking barer with every day that passes. Winds, rain, etc. these all bring them down. I think we have seen the best of them now. One thing I have always wanted to do is to see the leaves in New England in the autumn, although I suspect that it is are not all that different than the leaf show we are treated to here in Nova Scotia.

Vermont/New Hampshire is an area I have long romanticized in my mind.  I often thought in years past that if I could live anywhere in the world, it would be there, and dreamed of winning the lottery and moving there. Not so much these days.  But now that I am older, my wanderlust has lessened a lot and I am quite content to just stay home. 

 

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It seems hardly possible that Halloween is a week tomorrow.  It just doesn't seem like Halloween this year. I do have treats in, ready to hand out for the children. Eileen is hoping that she can be the treat hander-outer. We will see how that goes.  

Halloween is always very exciting on this street. Because we have relatively no traffic here on my street and there is a sidewalk that leads through to the next street over where they also have no traffic, we get lots of children. It is quite a busy night. I love to see all the children in their costumes, especially the younger ones. They are so excited.  A lot of the parents seem to dress up as well, which I enjoy as well.

Such an exciting time for the kids.  

 

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I am feeling a little bit bummed this morning. I am not sure why. Perhaps I am feeling a bit stir crazy, I  don't know. I certainly don't have any reason to feel sad.  Eileen is doing well and things are going alright, but I was a bit upset last night when we were talking and Eileen let it slip that her youngest brother had been in the car with them when her dad took her in to Halifax. I didn't let on that I was, but it disturbed me a bit that she hadn't said anything before.  She told me that her dad was taking him to the airport to pick up his wife, that wherever she had been and was returning from, she had broken her arm and that she wasn't able to drive her car. Their little boy was spending the day with the Stepmom's daughter and then the stepmom was going to be taking care of him overnight.

I think that is the part that is making me feel sad. I never got to see or spend time with any of my grandchildren when they were small. When I returned here six years ago (in just a few weeks time) I had such high hopes that I would finally be able to spend time with one of my grandchildren while they were still small. Liam would have not been quite a year old at that time. I bought that tiny rocking chair for in my house, thinking it would be Liam's chair and I have never even seen him, or gotten to spend any time with him.  He will be 7 on his birthday next, and I think it dawned on me yesterday that I probably never will and that has made me feel incredibly sad.

 

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It just makes me feel incredibly sad that this woman who has been incredibly mean-spirited throughout all the years is deemed more worthy to spend time with my grandson than I am.  It really does break my heart. I just think I am coping well with all of that, and then something like this will happen and my heart breaks all over again.  I used to think that maybe "one day" . . . but I have come to realize now that "one day" is never going to come and I have lost hope. At least about that.

These things are things that I struggle with on a daily basis, and most days I am able to stuff the feelings down and move past them. I am usually a very positive person, or at least I try to be, but at the moment I am really struggling with them.

I felt almost angry at one point yesterday.  When my cousin Maria was here.  I was angry with Todd for all that he took from me. What his lies and deceit had stolen from me. Over 20 years with my family. All of the births of my grands. The opportunity for me to maybe find someone that I could have shared my old age with. Relationships with at least two of my children. Not being able to spend the last years of my mother's life with her. The list is rather lengthy. I try not to dwell on it, most of the time, but for some reason at the moment my feelings are very tender about it all.

Nobody wants to hear this. This too shall pass. I know it will.  I need to dwell on my blessings a bit more.

 

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Eileen and I started watching this show on Prime yesterday with Jennifer Garner in it. Five Star Weekend. We both really liked it, so much so that we binged two episodes. The wealth in this film however is outrageous. It is hard to believe that people are actually that rich, but I know they are.  I mean I worked for them.  But it's nice and the storyline is quite compelling and the scenery is beautiful.  And . . .  Eileen is enjoying it so we will watch the series all the way through.

Plus I really like Jennifer Garner.

It will soon be time to start watching all the Hallmark Christmas chick flicks. I like those. They always have happy endings.

 

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Normally on Fridays I would be going out with my sister and dad to take him to the mall. That's not happening this week. I don't think I could risk leaving Eileen on her own for that long. Maybe next week. I am missing my outings a bit, but its okay, I would not trade the privilege of being able to do this for my daughter for anything, or all the Friday outings in the world.  Things will be back to normal soon enough.

Her goal is that she can move back into her apartment after Halloween, but I really don't think that is going to happen. Especially where she is still not venturing out of the house, can't face sitting on the sofa, not doing her diamond art, etc. Unless something drastically improves over the next week, I don't see her being able to move back to her place. And that's okay with me. I am here for her as long as I need to be.  But I did suggest that we get a small notebook and that she write some goals in it and then start actively working towards them.  I will dig around the house today and see if I can find one that I don't mind parting with.

In any case, my life being as narrow as it is at the moment, I have run out of things to talk about, so I will end this now  . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*But they who wait for the lord

shall renew their strength;

they shall mount up with wings

as eagles; they shall run and

not be weary; they shall walk

and not faint. ~Isaiah 40:31

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Meatloaf Pie.  This is a tasty version of meatloaf that everyone in my family always loves. No small wonder as it is incredibly delicious!

I hope that you have a lovely Friday.  May it be filled with light and with love.  Don't forget!

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My Favorite Things . . .

 

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . . these are some of the things in life that I enjoy, and which make me happy, inspire me, or put a smile on my face. Maybe some of them are yours too.  Let's share!

 

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A stoneware mug to warm the hands. I love stoneware.

 

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Cozy throws  . . . 

 

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Fresh apples  . . . 

 

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Gourds and pumpkins  . . . 

 

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Butter Cookies . . .  love them.

 

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Fairy Lights  . . . 

 

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Botanicals  . . . 

 

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Rare words  . . . 

 

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A good cardigan  . . . 

 

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Tudor architecture  . . .  reminds me of the manor house.

 

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Chocolate Cake  . . .  yes please  . . . 

 

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The power of positive thinking  . . . 

 

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Woodland walks  . . .  I wish  . . . 

And those are my favourite things for this week  . . . maybe some of them are also yours?

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*The greatest gift and blessing
in life is being a mom.
~Vicki Reece

In The English Kitchen today  . . . Old-Fashioned Lemon Curd Glazed Pound Cake . . . Moist and delicious with a tender crumb and sticky lemon glaze that is to die for.  This is really tasty and very simple to make!

I hope that you have a lovely Thursday. We are thinking, if the weather is good, that Eileen might go out for a walk today and get some fresh air. Baby steps.  Have a lovely day and don't forget!

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Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

 

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Isn't this just the cutest little kitten. It reminds me a bit of my Nutmeg when he was a kitten. Similar, but not. Here is a photo of him  . . . 

Actually, now that I look at it, Nutmeg was cuter. But then again I am more than a bit biased. Last night he was laying next to me on the sofa and he was snoring. I said to Eileen I wish you had your hearing aids so that you could hear this.  You would love it. 

It really is the sweetest sound. He lays there next to me, with one paw on my knee and Cinnamon lays on the soft right behind my head with one paw stretches out towards me.  I think they must love me or something.

 

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I had a pretty good time on my respite visit yesterday.  I did manage to fill the time. Will came to be here with Eileen and they watched Hocus Pocus and he told bad dad jokes and I went out for two hours on my own. First I went to Spurs Farm Market and had a boo around there. Tuesday is always bakery day and so I nabbed a fresh loaf of olive sour dough and two of those jam filled Breton cookies we enjoy, plus they have their Sweet Tart Apples (the ones with the red flesh) and I got a 1 QT basket of those to make some applesauce or something. (They make the best applesauce.) That olive sourdough is so good. I don't even need to put butter on it. I just tear off a chunk and eat it as it is. It is so delicious.

After that I went to the Independent Grocery store here in town. I had a good boo around. I haven't had a good thorough walk through a grocery store in a while. I got a few bits, and collected some stamps to give my sister for the knives they are selling with stamps. They didn't have the cat food I was wanting however so I went to the other grocery store and walked around there. I got some of those yogurt pots that Eileen and I like, with the fresh fruit and the granola in them, and I got Eileen a strawberry milk and then I got my cat food, had another bit of a wander around and then it was near enough time for me to go home. I was going to go up to Peltons, but I had spent enough money for one day by then so didn't.

It was nice to get out though.

This made me laugh this morning. Mom always had the radio on in the mornings. Most of the time we didn't pay real attention to it. We just kind of ate our breakfasts, and the music would be playing in the background, maybe Art Linkletter and Kids say the Darndest Things, a bit of news.  But on a snowy day, we were glued, hoping to hear that school was being cancelled. I don't know why it was so exciting to me, because I actually really enjoyed school, but there was always something really exciting about having an extra day off, a freebie as it were.

There was a sliding hill not too far from where our house was situated that we called Texaco Hill because there was a Texaco Filling station right across the road.  We would spend most of that day sliding down the hill on big pieces of cardboard, crazy carpets, flying saucers, sleds, etc. Whatever we could get our hands on. The hill would be loaded with kids all enjoying the pleasures of a fresh snow fall and an extra day off! Those were the days.

We would come back home from the end of it all with pink cheeks and noses, our breath huffing through the air, exhausted and played out. Snow days were never a disappointment.

 

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Eileen and I were really pleased to note that Netflix now has Bewitched, the old television series, on it now. We have been enjoying it. It was such a good show.  I always loved seeing Samantha's clothes when I was a girl and their home always seemed to be so luxurious to me. Plus the idea of being able to just twitch your nose to do things and get things, well that was pure magic.  Then there is the love story of Samantha and Darin.  It was just a good, good show, and it still is.

We've also been enjoying Mad About You and Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman.

Eileen was feeling a lot better yesterday and has been doing more for herself. She is still sleeping a lot however.  Last night she thought she might be ready to go to the Big Scoop today, but then this morning when I had her up to go to the loo, she thought maybe she wasn't quite ready, which is absolutely fine. She spends much of her waking time in the lazy boy as she says it hurts too much to sit on a proper chair. She might try it for a bit today however as she is missing her diamond art. She did eat a bit more yesterday as well, which was good.

All told, I see small improvements each day. She is not really in a lot of pain now that I can see. Mostly just when she goes to the bathroom. There is a lot of bruising down there as well, which really surprised me.  I had not expected that, but then I really didn't know what to expect. Most of the dressings from the incisions have fallen off, which is to be expected and they look clean and healed, which is good. 

I do get her up to walk every hour when she is up. She uses the walker and this week has been walking for 10 minutes at a time. She seems to enjoy it, which is good.  Yesterday Zillah, my next door neighbour on the right side brought her over a card which really pleased her also.

So all is looking well on the Eileen front. I am so grateful. She is now thinking that maybe in another two weeks, perhaps after Halloween she will be ready to go into her own apartment, but we will see.

 

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A lot of the leaves are coming down now. The tops of the trees are looking quite bare with stick arms reaching up into the sky and leaves dancing up and down the street with every puff of wind. The skies have been a brilliant blue however and it is hard not to be happy when you look at them. I am sure they are not any bluer than they are at any other time of the year, but the leaf colour and baring branches just make the blue seem more intense.

We have had a mild frost every morning this week, and my heat has been on pretty much all of the time. Well, the heat pump at any rate. I am so grateful for my heat pump. It keeps me toasty warm, without being over the top.

 

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My cleaners were here yesterday as well. In the morning.  They always do such a nice job and it smells so fresh in here.  I had bought a new shower curtain and liner so they put that up for me and changed Eileen's bed for me in addition to their other chores. I know they are being paid, but those are not things on their regular list and so I really do appreciate their kindness in doing them for me. I have been saving up some money to give them in their Christmas Cards once Christmas rolls around as a special thankyou for them. There is the option of adding a tip when their company sends their invoice out each time, but I am not sure if they really get that money or not, or if the company takes some of it, so I would rather just give them some money in a card at Christmas as a special thanks for all that they do.

I really do appreciate them, plus they are quite amenable and pleasant. That makes a difference. I like them.

I was  cleaner once upon a time and I know how hard it is. When my kids were really small and we were living in Alberta (I only had the three at the time.) I cleaned the offices on the base and the schools at night with another guy. That was really hard work. I also cleaned houses for inspection for people that were moving out. White glove inspections. That was super hard work. The stoves were always a real chore.  They had to be pristine. I remember doing the base Doctor's house and taking out two buckets of sludge from his stove. I don't think it had ever been cleaned. 

Talk about hard work.

 

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Because we moved so much with my husband being in the Military, it wasn't possible for me to have a "career." I was always doing something however, to bring some extra income into the home. Cleaning, typing, child minding and a host of other things. Always.  I suppose that is why it hurts my feelings when those two of my kids say I never did anything for them. 

Never mind. I do have three children who love and appreciate me.  I had a lovely facetime with Doug at the weekend. He was making chili with Josh. Josh is grinding his own flour now. Using a mortar and pestle. Talk about hard work!

I got to see Jon as well. Jake was still in bed.

Well, I have exhausted about all I have to say today so I will make an end to this now. Life is very good and I thank God daily for all of my blessings. I am a very blessed woman.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Don't watch the clock;

do what it does. Keep going.

Sam Levenson

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  French Onion Cottage Pie. There are few things more comforting on a chilly autumn day than a bubbling, golden cottage pie fresh from the oven, and this French onion cottage pie just might be my favourite version yet! With lovely chunks of melt in the mouth tender beef in a rich gravy with a beautiful crispy edged fluffy Parmesan mashed potato thatch on top. This is excellent. 

I hope that you have a lovely Wednesday. It will be a quiet one here. A bit of work, a bit of play, a lot of love.  Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy!  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!