Monday 27 May 2024

Small and Wonderful Things . . .


"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.


I have a great love for sparrows.  A very common bird, probably the most common, although there are many varieties, they are always a reminder to me that I matter to God. I know that many people do not believe in God, and that is their right, but I do.  Very much.  And knowing that I matter and that I count means the world to me.  And I know that He sees and loves me.

We have had a beautiful month of May. Its been marked by blue skies and warming temperatures.  Not a lot of rain, but June is supposed to have quite a bit of rain according to the forecasts.  I am not sure how they can predict such things, but we shall see. We do need the rain. It rained later on yesterday which was good. The ground is parched, and drank it all up.  We don't want a repeat of last year's fires, so the more rain we can get early on in the season the better.


It's lilac season.  They are all starting to bloom now and the smell is intoxicating. I was admiring all of the lilacs that surround my sister' home yesterday when I was there for supper.  Mom always loved to look at the lilacs.  I know that they do not last long, but I do love to see them, smell them, and enjoy them while they are here. They always make me think of my oldest son's birth.  He was born during apple blossom and lilac season.


In two more days, the 29th, it will be the 49th anniversary of me becoming a mother for the first time, for when a child is born, a mother is also.  I will celebrate my oldest son's birthday also, of course.  I have loved being a mother.  Of all the roles given me in life, being a mother for me was a dream come true and is the role which had brought me the most joy.  Yes there has been pain and sadness with it as well, but mostly it has brought me incredible joy and it is that which I dwell on.

This was probably the first time I brought my newborn son home to my parent's house.  He is not very old here.  I am not very old here. Only 19.  Being a mother was all I ever wanted from the time I was a little girl.  It has been one of the greatest blessings in my life. I love all my children very much.

The return of the hummingbirds. I love to watch these fascinating little creatures so much.  They are so quick it is hard to get a photograph of them. Yesterday I made food for them twice.  Well, I had made some on Saturday night but then I was second guessing it because the cup I had used had all of the measurements worn off, so I did it again with a cup that had all of the lines on it.  I haven't seen any yet today, but that doesn't mean anything.  They come and go so quickly and I am not glued to the window watching all the time.


Sunday dinners with family.  They mean the world to me.  I was so far away for so long that to now be back and able to share these times together is everything to me.  To have our father still with us and to be able to enjoy his company is a particular blessing to me as I had never thought I would see him again, and now I have had almost four years of this great blessing.  He was a bit low on Saturday, depressed.  I think he was feeling overwhelmed with the move and all, but he was okay yesterday, or at least he seemed to be.  I know how overwhelming a huge move like this is. Combine that with being 90 and it is very hard.  I told him that all he needs to do is to concentrate on what he wants to bring with him and we will take care of the rest.  Easy to say, I know  . . . 


Being able to go to church on Sunday mornings and having the freedom to worship as and when I may.  To have freedom of religion. I know this is a right denied to many in the world. I do not take it for granted.  I am grateful for a whole community of believers to share my faith with, for the talks given, for the lessons learned, for being able to partake of the sacrament and remember the Savior, take His name upon me, remembering him. Singing the hymns.  I love it all and appreciate every moment of it.  It is a time of spiritual renewal for me.   The sabbath day, keeping it holy, my day of rest.  Set apart from the rest in special ways.  Its a good thing as Martha would say.

Having a place to call my own.  Its not large.  But it's mine to live in for as long as I want to live in it.   I am so grateful to have a home when many do not.  Homelessness is a real problem these days.  Rents are astronomical, as are groceries, etc.  I do not know how family's are making ends meet.  One good thing about my place is that my rent will not go up for as long as I live here, or so I have been told.  It is not cheap, but it is not as much as some people pay either, and the fact that it won't go up is an extra special blessing that I do not take for granted.

I love my little home.  Do you know that this is the first time in my life I have ever lived on my own with nobody else?  Its true.  Oh, I do have my cats, but they are very pleasant companions.  

I take none of this for granted. None of it.  I know when my cup is half full.

This . . . . if you can only remind yourself of this daily. Another good thing  . . . 

My life is a beautiful mix of good and bad. Joy and sorrow.  Peace and chaos.  I cannot complain about anything.  I have all that I am in need of, in every area, and then some.  I am blessed. At the end of the day none of it is small, but all of it is wonderful. An attitude of gratitude makes all the difference in the world. Being able to be grateful in all things, and I am.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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no place like home.

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Roasted Potato Salad. This was really good. It uses those smashed roasted baby potatoes. A simple yogurt and herb dressing. Basically delicious. 

I hope you have a wonderful day filled to overflowing with things which bring you joy, peace and happiness. Whatever you get up to, don't forget! 

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Saturday 25 May 2024

All Things Nice . . .


I was a child -- not long ago
I heard the pipes from Elfland blow,
And waded brooks and little streams,
Lived half the day in golden dreams,
Chased butterflies across the moors,
And loved the blessed out-of-doors.

Made daisy chains and ran tip-toe
To find the place where shadows go;
Watched from a window tall and thin
To see my father's ship come in,
Picking its dainty right-o-way
Down the blue waters of the Bay.

Went with others to explore
The little coves along the shore,
Poked sticks at sea anemones,
Made little houses in the trees,
And ate our lunches crisp and sweet,
With sand piled up to warm our feet.

We let our childish fancies weave
A lovely world of make believe,
Where fairies lived and saucy elves
Danced in moonlight by themselves,
Among the ferns and lacy shade
A pair of playful moon-beams made.

They tell me -- those who really know,
That in the fields of long ago,
The fairies still hold happy jinks,
Among the daffodils and pinks,
And children -- if they're very good,
Catch glimpses of them in the wood.
~Edna Jacques, I was a Child
The Hills of Home, 1952

Another sunny day in the offing here. Its not yet gone 7 a.m. and it is already +11*F.  The perfect warm day to explore the countryside.  I do not know what children do these days, but when I was a child, we were relatively free to roam about the countryside. Hike in the woods, explore the realms of fairies, hoping to catch a glimpse.  

I was well versed in the fairy stories of Enid Blyton and I can remember firmly believing that fairies did exist. I would take them out from the local library and devour them from cover to cover.  I longed to catch a glimpse of one. 

I remember watching a musical on the television, black and white in those days  . . .  of Peter Pan with Mary Martin playing Peter and her coming close to the television screen at the end and asking, "Do you believe in fairies?"   . . .  a plea to bring Tinkerbell back to life and I remember shouting back, "I do!  I do believe in fairies!"  And then . . .  just like magic  . . .  Tinkerbell came back to life.



I would spend hours when I was not in school, exploring the woods near our home looking for treasures and signs of fairy life in the underbrush.  Climbing trees. Looking for wild flowers and fairy circles.  Sometimes I would see lady slippers and even then  . . .  I knew enough not to pick them . . . those little boots . . .  empty and left behind by dainty feet that rushed away at the sound of my arrival.  Were they hidden in the bushes watching?  I liked to think that they were.

One of my favorite childhood memories is of a picnic my friend Cindy and I took one hot Saturday. We rode our bicycles up the road to Tremont, which was quite a hike as it was uphill all the way on a winding country road.  I remember sitting on a hill overlooking the tiny Baptist church there while we ate our peanut butter sandwiches and sipped cool-aid from glass jars, all hot and sweaty from the exertion that it had taken to get us there.  Oh the dreams we had and shared . . . 

And then,  the trip back down the mountain afterwards, soaring down the winding road, legs outstretched as our bicycles gained momentum in the downward climb, the wind blowing our hair back as the hum of cicadas filled the hot air.

Cindy passed away  about 2 years ago now, from a brain tumor. She was the daughter of Mr. McGregor who used to live across from me. He passed about 18 months ago now.  I have only a few childhood friends left now, many having gone on before me, but I think of them still and enjoy tip toing again with them through the pages of my memory.


I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. 
They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. 
Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. 
We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been 
enriched by having shared their love.
~Leo Buscaglia

Memories are wonderful things.   They give us roses in December. I sometimes will find myself sitting in my chair gazing out the window as I stroke one of my cats, thinking back on people I knew and loved, and who are no longer with us. Doing so always brings a smile to my heart.  No life is wasted as has touched our own for good, and my life has been touched by some of the best people. I think of them often and always with love.


Yesterday afternoon, Cindy and I took a little jaunt just down the road from where I live. We had read about this new produce and meat market which had opened up there and we wanted to see what it was like. They did have some lovely looking meat.  We each picked up a pound of fresh ground beef to try.  They said it was local and grass fed.  It was lovely and lean and a beautiful natural color, not that artificial red that you see in the shops. I froze most of mine after taking out enough to make myself a burger for my supper last night.  It was really good. Lean and with a nice flavor. I would buy it again. 

They also had some nice looking homemade sausage in a variety of flavors, smoked pork chops, etc. Not a lot of veg at the moment, but the growing season isn't yet upon us. They were quite busy when we were there, so they seem to be quite popular.  I hope that they do well.  It is hard to get a business up and running in today's economy.  We need to support our local businesses as much as we can.


Lord, it’s easy to love those who love me, 
but I need help to love the difficult 
and unlovable. 

 Could they be the ones 
You’ve called me to love most? 

 Remind me when I forget.. 
 Remind me at my weakest.. 

 I choose to be gentle. 
I choose compassion. 
I choose to be kind. 

 I choose the way of love. 

Oh why is it so hard to love some people . . .  and yet  . . .  we are called to love all, and to pray for those who despitefully use us. It is a great challenge at times. Especially when someone has deeply hurt us.  It is our natural instinct to want to hurt back . . . but I can say with a surety that to do so will not bring  any joy into our lives. 

May my hands always place a tender touch. May they guide softly and with kindness, those whom I love. I choose gentleness for nothing is won by force. When I don’t understand and rush to wrong conclusions… I pray my heart will remember the tenderness of grace realizing, I may not see the whole, but only a part, and therefore extend to others, grace of my own.


I am going to go shopping with Cindy this morning. She always shops for my father and for herself on Saturday mornings. I don't really need much, if anything, but I like to tag along for the drive and to get out of the house.  Its also some exercise to walk around the grocery store.  I like to look and see what they have. We never go to just one place. We make the rounds.  Super Store, Giant Tiger, Wal Mart, Sobey's.  Sometimes we go to Dollarama. 

Of course we plan it all around the availability of toilets.  When you reach a certain age and have had a certain number of children, the bladder ain't what it used to be.   I do not like the public toilets in the Super Store. They are quite often dirty and they always smell.  I also don't like using communal toilets. I much prefer having a separate ladies and gents.  Not to insult any gentlemen out there, but  . . . if you are a lady,  you will know what I mean.  The ladies toilets at the mall are always impeccable, so are the ones in Wal Mart, and of course separate.  It does make a difference.


I have my mother's bible and my great grandmother's also.  I suspect, unless my brother wants it, I may one day have my father's as well.  I also have several of my own.  I have an old pink one that is fairly falling apart, it has been cracked open so many times. My mother's and great grandmother's are worn a bit, having been often used and read.  I don't think my father ever opens his and yet he keeps it close.  It is important to him that it is there. 

There have been many times in my life when I have wanted   . . .  needed  . . .  the comfort of the holy word.  I know that if I open it just to any page I will find sustenance for my soul.   Comfort.  Peace.  Answers.  Inspiration.  Food for the soul.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for today as time is marching on . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛.Sometimes the most honest prayers
we can pray are the ones that sound like,
"This is hard. I am tired. Please help."
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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  a delicious Refrigerator Pie,  Hot Fudge Marshmallow Refrigerator Pie. This is fabulous!  A delicious hot fudge chocolate base, topped with a light and fluffy marshmallow filling.  Oh boy, some good! It is easy to make ahead and will keep in the refrigerator for up to a week.

I hope that you have a beautiful Saturday. Whatever you get up to be happy.  Be safe and be kind.  Have a very nice day. Don't forget!

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Friday 24 May 2024

This and That . . .

No Friday Finds today. I don't know what I did, but as of a couple of days ago now, it has become really difficult for me to post pictures, links, etc. on the blog, both my EK blog and this one. Its taking me twice as long to do them for some reason.  I can upload photos, but I can't change the size of them, unless I upload them in html.  Any linking has to be done in html also.  This involves a lot of switching back and forth from html to compose view.  I am not a code writer, and this is very challenging for me.  I have no idea what I did to cause this to happen. I am sure it is something quite simple. If my son was here he would be able to help me, but alas, he is not. I am sure my brother could as well, but after having worked with computers for so many years, he hates being asked to do anything on the computer and so I never ask him anything if I can possibly help it.  I don't want to burden him.  So, until I figure it out, I can't really do a photo heavy post like a Friday Finds.  Fingers crossed I have it sorted before too long!


We managed to get a few more closets done at dad's yesterday. For the most part he is quite co-operative, but then he gets stubborn on a few things. Like his music cd's and movie dvd's. He has tons of them. He has not watched or listened to any of them since I have been here, and yet he wants to take all of them to Cindy's.  He thinks that Dan is going to put all of his music onto his computer, but I don't think Dan is going to do that. He just doesn't have the time to be honest.  He works all week and when he is home, he has the yard, etc. to tend to. He might be able to do a couple, but he can't be doing a hundred.  I tried to get him to pick just ten of his favorite ones, but he wasn't having it. 

I know it is really hard to have to downsize.  I understand totally how difficult it is to have to give up so much. He has not been really pro-active about any of it.  He just wants to sit there and have it all done for him. I don't think we can make much progress until he is out of there.  He has a clothes wardrobe hanger filled with all of the empty blister packs from his prescriptions. He was going to use them to store little screws and things. He has saved the little squirty plastic caps off of aerosol containers. It just goes on and on. And yet, there are other things that he says just get rid of them, like old clothes.  

And don't get me started on the paper  . . . One thing is for sure. I am learning big time from this and that is to be a lot more judicious about what I keep and what I get rid of for myself.  I don't ever want to burden my family in that way.  When I am gone, I hope that the clean up is easy and painless. 

I told Cindy, once he is out, we can get one of those big metal bins and just start getting rid of the garbage. What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve.

The simplicity of owning what you love, 
wanting what you have, 
and being who you are is 
its own form of wealth.

I hardly slept a wink last night.  I have this Fitbit and I can't figure out how to stop it from flashing on every time I move in bed. I was so tired last night when I went to bed. I was falling asleep here on the sofa at 8:30 and so went to bed fairly early. But the darn Fitbit kept flashing and waking me up.  Finally at 2 a.m. I took the darn thing off.  I have liked wearing it to bed, keeping a record of my sleep habits, but last night it was just too annoying.

At best I get 7 hours sleep maximum and I always get very little deep sleep. Last night I think I might have only gotten about half an hour's deep sleep. The rest of it was very bitty. I will be dragging my butt today.

They came to mow our grass after 7 pm last night.  Apparently they had forgotten both Sheila's and my yard and were putting their mowers back on the truck and had not done ours so Sheila went down and told them. At first they said they had, but when the guy checked, indeed they had not, so they took a mower off and came down and did them.  Sheila called me to make sure I knew. lol   I get a kick out of her. Nothing escapes her watchful eyes.

The man across the road finished moving out last week.  His wife is in hospital with Alzheimer's and will never come out now. They had only moved there so it was easier for her and closer to town.  According to Sheila he couldn't afford to both rent the place here and their other home, plus keep his wife in hospital/care facility, so he moved out.  A lady from the next street over will be  moving in.

The maintenance guys have been in there all week replacing the floors, so she will have a nice new floor to move in to.  I am not sure when she is  moving in. Sheila neglected to tell me, lol  Sorry I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help it.  I just think it is funny.

I was going to get a hanging basket but have decided not to.  I am just going to leave everything as is. I should have bought one of the fake ones up at the Running Man last week when we were there, but I did not.  I thought they were too pricey at $39.  But to be honest you pay that much for a real one nowadays.   

I just don't have the energy and time for "real" gardening. I did not finish work yesterday until 4:30 and then I was too pooped to pop! It is like that  most days.  I am not complaining however. I am incredibly grateful for the means to support myself.

Oh, I could go to sleep right now. But I cannot. I will try to have a nap maybe this afternoon.  You can tell you are getting older when you start wanting to take naps.  I think tomorrow it is my day to clean the chapel.  I will have to contact Jackie to see what time we are supposed to be there.  It is never really very dirty to be honest. We basically just dust, clean the glass and the bathrooms. Someone else vacuums. (Thank goodness!)

I don't have a lot planned for the weekend.  Just work and church.  Oh and the chapel cleaning.  I ordered some fabric so that I can make curtains to hang in front of the bookcases.  I am being hopeful in thinking I will have the time to do that.   I just think things will look cleaner and less cluttered.  I like a house to look lived in, but I don't like it to look cluttered.

Talk about Dad having stuff to get rid of. I could do with a bit of a clear-out myself!!  I have only been here four years, but I have still managed to collect a bit of stuff. Time to get on top of it I think!

Well, I have gone on this morning about a lot of nothing so rather than bore you any longer I will leave you with a thought for today  . . . 

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.˛.Invent your world.
Surround yourself with people,
color, sounds and work 
that nourishes you.
~Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Baked Garlic Parmesan Chicken Tenders.  Quick, easy and delicious!

I hope you have a fabulous Friday!  Whatever you get up to be happy, stay safe, and don't forget!

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Thursday 23 May 2024

My Favorite Things . . .


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.  Lets share! 

Note - clicking on the photo will take you to their source


A beautiful room well lit and filled with light and loads of beautiful windows.  I love light.

Bird houses. I would have a yard full of them if I could.  Love the heart entrance and twig roof on this one.

Flower crowns . . . 

Cherry Blossom  . . . how lovely  . . . 

The way they fold their paws  . . .  I just want to snuffle them  . . . 

Now isn't this cute  . . .  love the roof and that corner planter . . . 

Curtains on cupboards  . . . . 

Gingham Table Cloths . . . 

Vintage stoves  . . . . 

Sewing Baskets  . . . 

Pretty plates  . . . 

Pretty cups and saucers . . . 

A town filled with color   . . .  buildings, people, personalities, etc.  Vibrant.

Gingham curtains and kitchen windows  . . . miss having a kitchen window  . . . 

Cottage Bedrooms  . . . 

And those are my favorite things for this week. I hope that some of them are also yours!

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛.Let yourself be silently drawn
by the strange pull of what you
really love; it will not lead you astray.
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In The English Kitchen today  . . . Garlic & Herb Bagel Crisps Crispy and filled with flavor, easy to do in oven or air fryer. Perfect with dips, salads, spreads, soups.  A great way to use up a stale bagel or two.

I hope that you have a brilliant day!  The sun is shining here, the sky is a beautiful blue and it is already +16, so its going to be a lovely warm day. We are off to dad's today to clear out more closets, etc. Wish us luck! Whatever you get up to, be safe, be happy, be blessed. Don't forget!

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Wednesday 22 May 2024

Wednesday Witterings . . .


I started to watch the Downton Abby film last night, A New Era.  I am not sure how I feel about it.  I was about 6 or 7 minutes into it before I realized that they hadn't replaced Hugh Bonneville with some other actor. He just did not look like Lord Grantham at all.  I think I am missing something.  There was a huge leap from the series to this.  Was there a film or show in between that I have missed?  It started out with Tom Branson getting married, and the Dowager looked incredibly old.  Or maybe she was made up to look older than she really was.  I hate holes in stories . . . feeling like something vital is missing.

I am not sure I will continue it.



The cats did enjoy watching the squirrel and the birds yesterday.  I had gotten a new birdfeeder at Giant Tiger at the weekend.  The squirrel could not figure out how to get into it, which is a good thing.  The morning dove neither, but that didn't stop it from walking back and forth on the railing, much to the cats' delight. Or quite possibly frustration  . . .  so near and yet so far  . . . 

I dreamt of my friends Audrey and Peter Lee last night.  They have been gone a long time now. Audrey a few years prior to my return to Canada and Peter last year.  They were always such good friends. It was nice to see them together in my dream, but I do not like dreaming about dead people very much.  It makes me worry that I am about to join them. (insert nervous giggle here.)  I am not quite ready to go.  I have much to do before that happens. I need to buy my headstone and have it planted. I need to pay for my funeral/cremation. I need to write letters to each of my children.  I need to make a list of things that I want to go to whomever.  At least I have my will done, but I do not want to go and leave chaos in my wake, and I fear that if I did go now, that is what would happen.  I have much to settle first. I am not quite ready to trip the light fantastic just yet.


People that love you
 care about how they make you feel. 
 The end. Let them go.

I saw this phrase the other day and it made sense to me. Why am I crying all these tears over people who obviously do not love me or care about how they make me feel.  It should be so obvious to me. And I think my son blocking me from his life on Mother's Day was a very clear message as hurtful as it might have been. 

You can still be kind. 
You can even still love them deeply. 
But do it from the distance they created 
in their words and actions. 
Access to you is a privilege they 
have proven they can’t be trusted with. 
Let them go. 
 You don’t need to tell your side of the story. 
God already knows. 
Let God fight the battle for you. 
Let them go.

Reading these words was so helpful.  It helped me to put things into perspective.  There are people out there who do wicked things to their children. Their children still love and respect them. I did nothing wicked. I deserve far more than they have given.  It truly is time to let them go . . . to put my energy and feelings into other things that matter more.


I was thinking yesterday about how much I loved to go for long walks.  I can't walk very far these days without pain in my knees and hip.  I do try and I walk as much as I can in the house.  Some days I get more than 5000 steps in, which for me is very good.  I used to love walking down through the Orchards surrounding the cottage in Kent.  Over the golf course, etc. In the spring months the bird song was exceptionally beautiful and loud . . .  constant.  The smell from the apple blossom intoxicating.  

Then in summer it would get all silent.  The air hot . . .  the only sound an occasional rustle from the bottom of the hedgerow  . . .   In  autumn the crack of acorns crunching beneath my feet. It was like walking on small pebbles.  Occasionally Jess would catch sight of a rabbit and be off chasing it. It was hard to bring her back, the lure of the chase being much stronger than anything else, but eventually she would return. 

I loved the way the landscape changed so much with the seasons, there was beauty in all of it, even the spent seeds and drying brush of the late summer as that which had been so alive was now getting ready to be put to sleep  . . . 

I have always been a nature lover.  A great observer.  

It is good for us, I think  . . .  to keep as much joy in our lives as we can.  We can let the things which are not of the heart and spirit take over at times, worry overly much about things like money and the state of the world, the minutiae of every day life.  We work . . . we argue . . .  we squander our strength in a million ways, oft-times forgetting the wonder of life that is to be found all around us. The ecstasy of breathing in air ravished by lilac and apple blossom, the sound of new leaves rustling in the moonlight . . . the sight of twilight stars in the deepening violet bowl of the sky. There is immeasurable joy to be found in the gifts of life, if we would accept them. 

I am a seeker of beauty . . .  and in being such, I find it, and am blessed for doing so.


It is Wednesday today and on Wednesday nights I go to the Big Scoop with my father and his friend Hazel for supper.  Sometimes Cindy joins us. I like it when she does.  It gives me someone to talk to.  Dad and Hazel are quite hard of hearing.  Especially dad.  Hazel is not quite so bad, but she does like to monopolize the conversation somewhat.  This is quite often the way with people who don't get together with others that often. Having said that I wonder if I am the same.  I hope not  . . .  I do only talk to others infrequently, at least voice wise.  My fingers do all my talking I suppose. It is a rare opportunity to be able to talk to others by voice, and when I do . . .  I selfishly like to get a word in edgewise and know that I am being heard . . .  

But I go because I am building memories of time spent with my father and I have missed far too much time with him already.

And with that I can see that the morning is marching steadily on and I have much to do before 9 o'clock, so I will leave you now with a thought for the day  . . . 

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In The English Kitchen today  . . . Corn Soup.  I have for years been trying to replicate a soup that my landlady used to make for me when I was first out to work and boarding.  I think I have come pretty close this time.  It was delicious at any rate.

I hope that you have a lovely day filled with light and joy. The sun is shining here and it is going to get lovely and warm.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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And I do too!