Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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 May 29th, 2026

Estate Lane,

Nova Scotia

6*C/43*F

Cloudy with a chance of meatballs

(Sorry couldn't resist)

Dear Neighbor,

How can this be the last Friday in the month of May, in a year where the days seem to be slipping off the calendar far too quickly for my liking.  This year is passing by far too fast.  I don't like it when time slips away like that . . . 

At least I am not bored, with days that drag on infinitum.  That would be far worse.

 

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This is one of the cards that someone sent me when I moved

here into my place. I have it framed and hanging in my entryway.

Eileen went with one of her workers to pick up her apartment keys yesterday. Her dad met her there and had a walk through with them, to see if any work needed doing, etc.  He went after and had several sets of keys cut and then dropped them off at mine.  I had a look at the lease (will go to see the place on Saturday) and everything looks in good order. I am a bit concerned about the cost, but that is the going rate for places now. The rent is almost as much as I pay here for my place. My ex assured me that the CSS worker said that it would be taken care of.  They must subsidize the rents somehow. I don't know how it works.  I still think she will need a lot of help.  I am here to give it for as long as I am able to.

He has a sofa for her and a chair, but he thinks now that the sofa might be too big. He is going to take measurements. It will all work out. I have placed it into God's hands. 

 

Dan came over yesterday afternoon and put my coffee table together. He did an excellent job and I am ever so pleased with it. I have someone on Facebook that wants the damaged one. They should be able to fix the top no problem. I was just not going to accept a damaged one when I had paid for a new one. Hopefully, with any luck, it will be gone from my garage this weekend.

The new table does look really nice in my living area. I love that it has two drawers, one on either side, to hold the remotes, etc. The old coffee table I had was only ever meant to be temporary and until I could afford something better. It will be going to Eileen's new place and will work as a great television stand for her television and her dvd player.

And when I can afford it a bit further down the road, I will perhaps get a new end table to replace that cheap one I bought, or not  . . . we will see. I have a pretty throw covering it at the moment and it works well. There is no point in replacing it just yet, if at all.

 

The Guinea Fowl were right up by my front railing yesterday.  The cats were quite amazed at these HUGE birds so close up and making so much noise.  I don't mind their visiting at all as they eat tics. And I hate tics.

The man came through and did all of the weed wacking, but nobody came through to mow.  The lawns are looking quite overgrown at the moment. When they do come, no doubt there will be huge clumps of grass left all over the lawns. They do not mow them often enough. But I cannot complain. The fact that I don't have to do it myself, or pay someone to do it is enough for me.

 

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My toe nail lady was here on Wednesday.  I am a bit concerned about her.  I had spoken with her at the weekend. She was on her way back from Lunenburg so said she would contact me when she got in, but didn't. So I contacted her again to tell her that I wouldn't be able to do the Tuesday appointment so could I rearrange it for another day.  We decided upon Wednesday, but she still showed up on Tuesday morning. She did come back on Wednesday.  But  . . . 

She did my left food twice and only filed my right foot. It's like she completely forgot to cut the nails. I did not know what to do or say. I just paid her and left it at that. I think she is losing her memory, or beginning some dementia.  She is my age or maybe even a bit older. She used to do mom's toenails. 

I am not sure what to do. On the one hand I don't want to hurt her feelings or compound the problem, and yet on the other, I want my nails done properly.  Its a bit awkward to say the least.  

 

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I am dropping Eileen off at Tim Horton's in town this morning. She wants to have breakfast and visit a bit with her friends before her People's First meeting a bit later on.  She is looking forward to having one of their breakfast bowls.  She likes them. She has points on her app that will pay for it and if she doesn't use them up, she will lose them. It is important that she has time to socialize with her friends, and get out and about.  I will be going with Cindy to take dad to the mall with his friend Maryann this afternoon.

Dan is coming over this morning to get my cardboard to take it to the recycle place, all being well. The bin men don't pick up Styrofoam anymore either. You have to take that to the recycle place also. It is hard to know what they will or will not take anymore. There used to be a spring and an autumn clean up where you could put things that you wanted to get rid of out by the roadway. They no longer have them. Instead you supposedly can put up to two large items out each bin day.  I haven't put it into practice yet.

 

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Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush

That overhung a molehill large and round,

I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush,

Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound

With joy, and often, an intruding guest,

I watched her secret toil from day to day --

How true she warped the moss to form a nest,

And modelled it within with wood and clay;

And by and by, the heath bells gilt with dew,

There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,

Ink spotted over shells of greeny blue;

And there I witnessed, in the sunny hours,

A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly,

Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky.

~John Clarke (1793-1864)

The Thrush's Nest

No thrush's here, but I am seeing a few different birds. Earlier this week there was an Indigo bunting, and I have gold finches, chickadees, woodpeckers, blackbirds, jays, and yesterday I noticed a different bird, but I didn't get a chance to really have a good look at it.  I am hoping it will come again so I can see it a bit better.

When I lived at Oak Cottage there used to be a song thrush that sang from the chimney pot on the roof of the Estate Manager's cottage next door. It would be up there at dusk and at dawn. Such a beautiful song it would sing. I loved to listen to it.  What a great blessing it was to have been made privy to such a lovely environment to live in while it lasted. Something not many people get to experience in a life time  . . .  at least not this humble girl from the backwoods of Nova Scotia.

Those are all experiences that I am truly grateful for.

 

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Now that looks a very pleasant place to sit and think doesn't it? I love the way the light is playing into the room. I am a huge fan of light as you know. It looks a very rustic place.

I don't have a lot planned this weekend. To go and see Eileen's apartment and perhaps take a few things over. They are holding church down in Annapolis this Sunday so I won't be going. Its an hour drive down and two hours there and an hour drive back, plus they always have a munch and mingle after when they hold it there. I don't want to be away from Eileen for that long. I know . . .  she is an adult and can be left on her own, and will indeed be living on her own, but I am drinking in as much time I have to spend with her that I can while it lasts for as long as it lasts.

It was so hard being so far away from my family for all those years, not just the distance, but the time distance. You would not think that four hours difference in time would be all that much, but it really is. Especially when you are trying to work around people's work schedules, etc. When I was up they were sleeping and when I was finished work, they were still working and when they were done, I was ready for bed. Time  . . .  there never is really enough is there?

And with that I will end this missive for today with . . .

A thought to carry with you . . .

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*On earth there is no heaven,
But there are pieces of it.
~Jules Renard

In The English Kitchen today   . . .  Grilled Cheese Sandwich Salad.  A delicious mixed salad, topped with toasty grilled cheese croutons and a delightfully fresh Lemon Thyme and Honey Mustard Vinaigrette dressing! Altogether fabulous!

I do hope your Friday is all that you hope and wish for it to be.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget! 

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And I do too!