Tuesday 27 February 2024

A Day Book . . .




It's very cold, but dry. The sun is supposed to shine today. I find that you can forgive just about anything so long as the sun shines. It was quite overcast yesterday. The skies were filled with a heaviness that never actually came to fruition. Thank goodness.  They were quite dismal though.  Today is a much better day.



I hardly slept all night last night. The gremlins were at work.  When I called my father at 8:30 for the usual call, he informed me that he had had his housekeys and car keys stolen.  He has a very bad habit of leaving them in his front door lock (outside) when he comes home from being out if he is going out again. I have always thought that is a bad idea and have told him so. Cindy has also, but Dad, he never listens.  He just does what he does. Its a lazy habit really. He can't be bothered to take them out and pocket them when he is going to be going out again in an hour or so. He would only have to reach into his pocket and take them out to lock the door and that is too much work.  Well, yesterday someone stole them. When he went to leave to go to my sister's for supper, they were gone.  Someone had stolen them.  The only person who came through was the boy who delivers the base newspaper. So it was so obviously him, but you can't prove it can you.  In any case he had his door locked and a chair wedged under the door knob. I had visions of someone breaking in and robbing him, stealing his car etc.  I was so worried all night.  I called him at 6:30 this morning as he wanted me to. He had had a good night's sleep (of course) but I had not. He was okay at any rate.  I think the landlord is coming over this  morning to change his locks, but I am not sure about his car keys. Hopefully he can get a replacement, but it won't come cheap, that's for sure. Hopefully he will have learnt his lesson.


This meme is so much me.  Does this happen to anyone else? I am so easily distracted. I often forget what I am doing and start doing something completely different, the original chore having been secreted somewhere in the annals of my mind.  Thankfully, eventually, the original thought will come back to me. Most of the time anyways.  I hate it when I can see what I am thinking right there in my brain, but I cannot put a word to it. That happens frequently as well.


Yesterday we had a planned power outage at 6 a.m. until 6:15 a.m.  We had been warned. They also warned us of another one on Wednesday. I thought they said 10:00 to 10:15.   I thought it was p.m. Cindy thought it was a.m.  Now I don't know when it will be.  I will have to plan my day accordingly. I don't want to have a cake or anything in the oven in the morning if it is going to be interrupted for 15 minutes.  I wonder how I could find out for sure when it is going to be.  Anyone have any ideas?



Having a vault filled with doughnuts?  Sounds amazing! Buttermilk are my favorites.  I also love Chocolate Bavarian Creams.  Ohhh Seasonal Jelly Doughnuts.  This looks/sounds like  my kind of place!  Give me all the doughnuts. I will sample them to make sure that they are okay and safe to eat! 😂


LIFE . . .

Life is about to get very busy. I take Eileen home on Sunday and Anthony is hoping to be here with the family for March Break. They did not have much of a visit over Christmas. They were really only at mine for one day.  I usually book them into the motel. Its just more comfortable for them. He is supposed to message me after he talks to his sister (the one who doesn't have anything to do with me.) He is hoping to stay in Halifax with her for a few days first. Once I know for sure when he is coming, I can book the motel.  Something to look forward to!



I have this very same tea cup. I had bought it on Susan Branch's site many years ago. It has a cute lid you can stick on top with a bird sitting on it.  I managed to get it back here from the U.K. without it breaking. One of the few things that did not.  I love it. Two reasons really, one . . . I love Susan Branch anything and two . . . I love birds.

I had bought some green tea K cups for Eileen, but so far she has only had one. I need to make her another one for her breakfast this morning like I did yesterday. I will be taking her to work for 9:15 so I will be waking her up about 8:30. Maybe I will give her her tea in this cup.



Talk.  Eileen talks non-stop when she is here. I am not used to it. I lead a very quiet life. I do talk a lot when I am with my sister. It is making me rethink that.  Maybe Cindy finds it irritating.  I know I find it very tiring myself, the constant chatter.  I think  we get very set in our ways and I am just so used to things being quiet here. I will probably only finally be getting use to it when it is time for her to go home, but then Anthony will be here. So I best get used to some noise! lol



American Chocolate Chip muffins. From Delighted by Desserts. It is a German page, but it translates to English.  These look really yummy.

MY GIRLS . . . 

My girls are getting ready for Easter. They have an Easter Basket all ready, new matching dresses (one in pink and one in blue) and a snappy Easter arrangement to enjoy.  Oh, new hair fixings as well.  So much fun dressing these two up for the holidays!



Chocolate cupcakes.  Oh, the other day Cindy and I each bought a slice of chocolate cake from the store. It was soooo good. I was glad I had not bought a whole cake. Dangerous. That icing on these cupcakes looks positively decadent.


These Precious Days, by Ann Patchett

The beloved New York Times bestselling author reflects on home, family, friendships and writing in this deeply personal collection of essays. 

"The elegance of Patchett’s prose is seductive and inviting: with Patchett as a guide, readers will really get to grips with the power of struggles, failures, and triumphs alike." —Publisher's Weekly 

 “Any story that starts will also end.” As a writer, Ann Patchett knows what the outcome of her fiction will be. Life, however, often takes turns we do not see coming. Patchett ponders this truth in these wise essays that afford a fresh and intimate look into her mind and heart. 

 At the center of These Precious Days is the title essay, a surprising and moving meditation on an unexpected friendship that explores “what it means to be seen, to find someone with whom you can be your best and most complete self.” When Patchett chose an early galley of actor and producer Tom Hanks’ short story collection to read one night before bed, she had no idea that this single choice would be life changing. It would introduce her to a remarkable woman—Tom’s brilliant assistant Sooki—with whom she would form a profound bond that held monumental consequences for them both. 

 A literary alchemist, Patchett plumbs the depths of her experiences to create gold: engaging and moving pieces that are both self-portrait and landscape, each vibrant with emotion and rich in insight. Turning her writer’s eye on her own experiences, she transforms the private into the universal, providing us all a way to look at our own worlds anew, and reminds how fleeting and enigmatic life can be. 

 From the enchantments of Kate DiCamillo’s children’s books (author of The Beatryce Prophecy) to youthful memories of Paris; the cherished life gifts given by her three fathers to the unexpected influence of Charles Schultz’s Snoopy; the expansive vision of Eudora Welty to the importance of knitting, Patchett connects life and art as she illuminates what matters most. Infused with the author’s grace, wit, and warmth, the pieces in These Precious Days resonate deep in the soul, leaving an indelible mark—and demonstrate why Ann Patchett is one of the most celebrated writers of our time.

I am really enjoying this. It is like a collection of short stories. Sometimes you just don't have the energy or stamina to read a whole book. This satisfies the reading urge in shortish spurts.  Its very good!



True that! Can you imagine a world where this was everyone's goal? What a different place it would be!



Raisin Toast.  I go on binges. I won't have any for a very long time and then I will buy a loaf of Sun Maid Raisin Bread and I make some toast and I end up wondering why I don't do it more often!


Yesterday Cindy and I each enjoyed a cheeky Big Mary sandwich for our lunch. Big Mary Monday's. They cost less.  It was so delicious!  I love Big Mary's chicken more than the other popular fast food outlet's. Not naming any names. Big Mary's is not greasy.

I always enjoy these times I spend with Cindy, with or without Big Mary's. lol


I am rewatching episodes of Downton Abby.  I love that show. I heard, don't know if it is true or not, but I heard that they are making a new series of it.  I have not watched the latest film either.  I need to do that.

This is a show that never gets old, no matter how many times I watch it.


Air Fryer Blooming Baked Potatoes.   These were blooming good!  I don't use my air fryer as much as I should! I need to use it  more!


Facetimes with people I love. Scripture study. Lent. Church. My faith. My family. My home. My cats.  My health. Spending time with Chatty Eileen.  Time with Cindy. Dad was safe.  My life is filled to overflowing with blessings and goodness.  My cup truly does overflow  . . .  



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 *.˛.Run, dear, from anything that
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precious budding wings.
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And that is my daybook for this week. I hope that you all have beautiful days.  Blessings to you all and don't forget!

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And I do too!    



  1. Une vie bien remplie:) Oh your dad..Oy..Oy..oy...Is he sure he left them there?

    1. Oh yes, he does it all the time. The good news is the paper boy did take them, but he put them inside the plastic sleeve with the newspaper, probably for safekeeping, thinking dad would find them. The problem is, Dad never picks up the paper as he is scared he is going to fall over. It sits there for days until my sister comes and throws it away. The Landlord discovered them this morning when he came to change the locks. Crisis averted. But he has learned a lesson he says and he won't be leaving his keys in the lock anymore!! Oy Vey!

  2. WOW...glad the paper boy was so helpful...nice kid!! YEP, loosing words, stuff, etc is part of aging...usually comes to me, but maybe not the instant I want it...heh! Have a nice time with your kids.
    Elizabeth xo

  3. Glad your Dad found his keys, paperboy thought he was doing a good deed. I frequently forget what I went for, neat little gif/meme this morning. Lovely and sunny here, going to +11 Celsius with rain tomorrow. Have a lovely day.

  4. It crossed my mind that perhaps the paper boy had taken them for safe keeping and was going to return them. Good lad. Your dad was probably raised in an era where no one locked their doors. Maybe your dad could use a long-handled gripper to pick up the paper? You can get them at Dollarama. Just a thought. Your girls look so sweet in their Easter dresses perched in their bean bag chairs like little princesses. It is fun to "play dolls". You've made me want to read Ann Patchett's book. I heard, too, that a new season of Downton Abbey is in the works. It was also confirmed that All Creatures has been renewed for at least two more seasons. Yeah! Something nice to look forward to. It's a grey, drizzly day here, such a change from yesterday's sunshine and blue skies. Nice you'll be seeing family over Easter. Eileen, with her chatter, is just happy to be spending time with her mom. Love and hugs, Elaine (in Toronto)


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