The fields around me are filled with white blossom. I haven't been able to get a photo as I have been driving myself or a passenger, but I think they are white violets. I know I have purple violets blooming on the back patio a the moment. Where they came from, I have no idea, but there they are! Delighting me!
I took this photo a few minutes ago of just a few of them. They are all over the patio. Errant travelers who have appeared from nowhere to delight my eyes. I have no idea where they came from, but I don't mind them one little bit.
This is also blooming down at the end. I have no idea what it is either. Yes, that is piles of leaves. Nobody comes to rake up any of the leaves here and I am unable to so they just lay there. I suppose I should really hire someone to come and get rid of them. I don't know . . .
I got a surprise package in the post yesterday from my friend Eileen who lives in Manitoba. A sunshiny little note along with a jar of her homemade strawberry jam (she makes great jam!) a dark chocolate Lindt bunny and a new book to read! Such a kind gesture from a friend I have had for over 65 years now! That is unusual for an Airforce brat to have friendships that have lasted that long. We met in kindergarten.
This is a photo of us at the end of our Grade one year at the school awards ceremony getting awards. She is the one right next to the teacher. I am two down from her and the girl on the end is my friend Susan, who I am still friends with as well.
Friendships that last a lifetime are special blessings, and I am so lucky to have several of those.
I have already started the book. It's a cracker!
Wildflowers, I love them.
I called the Vets yesterday about Cinnamon's chin. They said to take a photo of it and send it to them and the Vet would call me back. I did that. It was really hard to get a photograph of her chin, but I tried. Nobody called me back. She doesn't seem too awfully bothered by it. Cindy called the pet store in the mall yesterday and they have wipes for cat acne, so I will pick up some when I am there later this morning.
I have my first appointment with the podiatrist this morning. I want a diabetic foot test, and I have had a couple of sore toes, so I want them to look at them. I have been waiting 3 months for this appointment. It takes a long time to get appointments for such things these days. I had an email in February telling me my eye checkup was due. My appointment for that is next month. That is how long it takes. I suppose you would get in quicker if it was an emergency. But just regular appointments take a long time.
I finished the last episode of the latest series of Love on the Spectrum last night. I don't binge watch the series I really enjoy watching. I savor them and watch them over a period of time. I want them to last. I don't know if there will be a Season 4, but I hope that there is. It's nice to see young adults who are on the Autism Spectrum finding love. It's a real feed good kind of a show. I don't think it's exploitive. At least I have not seen what I would see as exploitation. Their parents are very much involved. There is one couple who have been together for three years now.
They remind me of my daughter Eileen and her husband. They are both challenged. They were boyfriend and girlfriend for quite a few years before her father gave them the greenlight to get married. They are quite happy. They will be celebrating their 14th wedding anniversary this July. They are not without their challenges, but they do alright.
Challenged people deserve to be in loving relationships too.
I tell myself this every morning and I am right. There is something amazing about every day. Small and simple things mostly, but that is how you build a life, by small and simple things. Small joys and pleasures. I am grateful to be a person who notices the divine in the ordinary.
Life is not perfect. It is not perfect for anyone. We all have things in life that we need to cope with, to overcome. Each day is not the perfect day. Every day may not be a good day, but there is always something good in every day. I am grateful to be the kind of person who notices the good. I hope that I always will be.
My cousin got her DNA results back yesterday. She shared them with me on FB messenger and is going to come over one day so Cindy and I can compare all of ours. She doesn't have any indigenous DNA so that must mean that most, if not all of ours comes from our father.
I know a lot of people poo poo these DNA tests, but they are able to identify close relatives through them. She showed up as my first cousin right away.
Cindy is going with me to my podiatry appointment this morning and then we will go to the Pet store after. I really would like to travel up to Nichols's farm market. They have fresh asparagus at the moment. They might even have some fresh rhubarb. We will see how the time goes.
I suppose I will be going out to supper with my father tonight. Hazel is unable to go, and I cannot see him going and sitting by himself. and he will do just that. The food there is really not that great. I don't know why people rave on about it because I have never been totally 100% impressed. Bacon cheeseburgers missing the bacon. (That happened the last time I ordered one of those. I thought perhaps she had brought me the wrong order or misheard what I ordered, but when I got home, sure enough I had been charged for a bacon cheeseburger.) Turkey dinners that are all potato and stuffing and just a scraping of turkey. Cold vegetables and fries. A hot turkey burger that is nothing but the crumbs from them cutting turkey, mixed into gravy with a load of stuffing and bacon crumbs to bulk it out. Sorry, but bacon doesn't belong there, nor does stuffing. I won't go on. The food is overpriced and just not so great. Gordon Ramsay should pay them a visit.
Anyways, I will go and endure some not-so-great food just so my dad is not there on his lonesome. If I could afford it, I would drag Eileen and Tim with me.
What a cheerful room, with plenty of light. I love the red island. Not so much of a fan of the window behind the stove to be honest, but everything else is nice. I am a huge fan of all the light. My friend Jacquie lives in a Senior's bungalow, and she has plenty of light in her place. A lot more counterspace as well. Mind you, hers is about $300 more a month rent wise and it goes up every year. I am not so much a fan of that!
At least where I am the rent is quite a bit less and it doesn't go up. At least it hasn't since I moved in and that has been four years now. It was four years the first of May. Time flies! It is hard to believe that I moved in here with a couple of suitcases and a few boxes. I have managed to fill it all up. Mostly with books. I do love books.
Do you remember the book clubs that you could join and get quite a few books for free just for joining? That is how I used to collect my books for the most part. I would join, get my free books for joining, fulfil my obligation and then quit. Wait six months or so and do it all again. That was probably quite naughty of me. That's probably why they no longer exist. Too many people doing the same thing.
I find myself wanting to walk down this road and sit by the lake. It actually reminds me in a way of the Lake District in the U.K. I always loved visiting that area. Beatrix Potter land. An area of beauty which has been inspiring artists and writers, poets for centuries.
This does look like a very pleasant place to live though. I can imagine sitting on that porch crocheting and looking out over the lake on a warm summer afternoon. The breeze from off the water helping to keep things just cool enough to endure the heat. The sound of the leaves in the trees rustling in the breeze. Perhaps a tall glass of cold lemonade with lots of ice next to me. It is such a pleasant thought.
And on that pleasant thought I will leave you with a thought for the day. I have things to do before I leave for my appointment. It's already 10*C/50*F which bodes well for the day!
A thought to carry with you . . .
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In The English Kitchen today . . .
Dirty Martini Pasta Salad. This was really delicious. Simple to make and oh-so-tasty. Filled with lovely flavors and textures.
I hope that you have a beautiful day filled with sunshine and love. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!
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