Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

Nutmeg wasn't feeling well yesterday. He vomited a couple of times. I am keeping a close watch on him.  I can't think of anything that he might have gotten into, but he is a cat who will eat literally anything.  He did eat some breakfast this morning and was asking me for more, so he is still hungry at least. Right now he is sleeping under the dining room table. Keeping a low profile I guess.

I hope there is nothing really wrong with him and that it is just a blip. I would be devastated if it is anything else. Cinnamon is fine. 

 

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We seem to have had more than our fair share of rain these past few weeks.  It is raining now.  My son Anthony send me a video of the rain they were getting in Fredericton late yesterday afternoon.  He was sitting in his car waiting for the fish and chips he had ordered for their supper to be done.  The rain was pelting down and it was at least halfway up the tires of this car that was maneuvering the parking lot.  Feast and famine.  Too dry, too wet. What happened to in between?  A sign of Global warming?

It was dry here yesterday and fairly warm and humid. I dead headed the flowers in my flower boxes out front. There were a lot of rotten petunia blooms that I had to pick off and discard. Everything is looking quite pathetic. I can see that I will need to go out there and pull off quite a few more rotten blooms again.

In the meantime, this is the Geranium that Dan gave me. He had started a few from their Geranium and gave me one of them. It seems to be doing quite well.  I am not sure how you prevent Geraniums from getting leggy?  Any tips would be very much appreciated!  I am not a gardener for sure. I just stick things in the ground and hope for the best.

Once upon a time I used to have a lot of houseplants, when my children were small, but I don't have any at all these days. There is a part of me that would like to get some, but I am afraid of the cats eating them or whatever.  My friend Jacquie has some really nice artificial ones. They look quite real.  Those kinds of things are super expensive however.

 

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    I watched a few tutorials on YouTube yesterday, in my quest to find something from Jean Haines. I do not think she does tutorials at all.  There were a few teasers, pointing you to taking her courses, but no real tutorials.  I will have to keep looking.

There is a part of me that really wants to get back into doing art. I used to enjoy it so much and I seemed to have plenty of time for it. My time seems to get swallowed up now. I am not sure why or how.  I used to cook and write in the mornings, and then paint in the afternoons.  It takes me all morning to cook now and then edit the photos, and the writing takes place in the afternoons. By then I am too tired to paint or sew.   Its a mystery to  me as to why it is taking me so much longer to do things.

I do seem to get distracted very easily these days.  I start to do something and get waylaid for a bit before I get back to it.

 

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Can you imagine living someplace like this?  This is Switzerland.  Apparently I visited Switzerland when I was a baby, but of course I would not remember that.  I did see the Alps in the distance when we travelled in the Black Forest and then in Austria.   Spectacular and yet haunting at the same time.  I know from when I lived in Calgary how close the mountains can look and yet how faraway they can be at the same time.  We could see the Rocky Mountains from our back yard on a good day. They seemed to be really close, and yet they were hours away.  

One day we decided to drive into them.  It took us hours just to reach them, and then they were phenomenal. HUGE I had never seen anything like them.  We only drove as far as Banff and then turned around and came home, but it was quite an experience, and I am glad that I got to see them close up.

 

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There has not been a lot of opportunity for moon-gazing so far this summer because of the cloudy skies.  Usually I can see the moon from my bedroom window.  I do note that the days are getting somewhat perceptively shorter. It is now dark by 9:30 and starting to get dark by 9.  

I remember when we went to Scotland it was not dark until gone 11 at night, and light again by 5 a.m.  Very short nights there in the summer months.  Lots of midges too.  

It rained a lot when we were in Scotland also. We did not have many dry days and I remember one of my knees was so bad at that point that I couldn't really walk very far at all. Kind of put a damper on things.

Last night the pain in bed was not so bad.  I was grateful for that.  Lately it has been excruciating.  The pain in my left hip. It has felt like something is drilling through it.  Last night it was not paining at all. That was a great blessing to me.  This getting older is not for sissies, that's for sure.

 

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I am really looking forward to my day trip with Cindy tomorrow.  I hope we have fairly decent weather. Neither one of us has been to Michaels for quite some time now.  I don't need anything in particular that I can think of. I am just looking forward to spending the day together. We are planning on leaving quite early, by about 9 a.m. It looks like it will be cloudy but dry tomorrow.  

That's good. That it shouldn't be raining at least. 

I need to get back to my embroidery. I have not touched it in a bit.  I was doing quite well with it for a while. 

 

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Tonight is my dinner out night with Dad and his friend Hazel.  I look forward to that each week. The food isn't the greatest but I enjoy building memories with Dad. Even though he can't hear anything anyone is saying for the most part, it is just nice to spend the time with him.

The waitresses all love him to pieces. They always come over and give him a hug, and even the owner comes out sometimes and gives him a hug, takes some time to say hello and have a chat with him. He seems to be well liked and respected.

My father is a very benign character.  He is very easy going and quite friendly. Not grumpy at all and has a great generosity of spirit.  I think you have to become an adult yourself to be able to appreciate these qualities in your parents. You don't seem to see them as well when you are a child. They are just the person who isn't letting you do what you want to do.

I am grateful now that my father was so strict with us when we were growing up.   As an adult I have come to know my weaknesses and I think, had my dad been more permissive, I might have gotten into trouble. I like to think that I would not have, but the possibility was there.  In many ways, rules are a form of protection for people like myself.  I am far too impulsive, sometimes, for my own good.

But I have a good heart.

It would have been our mother's 92nd Birthday on Sunday. I still miss her. I think I always will.  She is always present in our hearts and minds, and we speak of her often.  There is not a day goes by that I do not think of her multiple times.  I am grateful that she never got to see what happened to me with my husband.  That would have broken her heart. She thought the world of him. 

I suppose that was because of her love for me.  She loved him because I did.

Mom's often do that.  I am lucky that I love both my daughters in law and my son in law, the ones that I know. I do not know the other two.  My oldest son's wife is a dear sweet girl with a kind and gentle heart.  She is a giver.  My middle son's wife is a wonderful wife and mother. She gives everything to her family and has always had my son's back.  Eileen's husband is good and kind also.  

I think all any parent really wants for their children is for them to be happy and content  . . . and to be loved and taken care of by those they choose to put around themselves. At least that is what I want for my children.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for today  . . .  time's a wasting!

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 *Women sit or move to and fro, 

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The young are beautiful -- but the old 

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Big Breakfast Quesadilla.  I actually had this for my supper yesterday. It was really good. It was the second time I had made it in a week. The first time I was not happy with the photos and so I cooked it again. I wanted people to actually see how good this really was. Not sure if I achieved this or not!  It was however . . .  REALLY good!

I hope that you have a really nice day.  Be happy and content and enjoy a bit of whatever it is that you enjoy most of all.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!