Wordless Wednesday: Find the Bunny

Has Hazel come to visit?

The Truth About Santa

Last Friday night, I discovered the truth about Santa.

We had been in all day and I was relieved when M suggested going out for a late dinner.

After ordering pizza at a restaurant in the mall, we started talking to a man at the table opposite us. We commiserated about the freezing weather. He offered us the use of a portable heater which the restaurant had provided.

At the far end of the mall, a choir was singing. "That's Charlie Brown's Christmas Theme," I said to M. It was one of the few Christmas songs I like. (We actually avoid the mall as much as possible at this time of year because of the repetitive holiday music.)

Our neighbour finished his coffee and packed up his laptop.

"Time to go home to my family," he said. "Keep warm and have a very happy holiday!"

We wished him the same.

After we finished dinner we asked the waitress for the bill. She said that we were only being charged for M's dessert. The rest of our meal had been paid for by the nice gentleman with the laptop!

Santa isn't that guy in the red suit at the other end of the mall, where the kids line up to ask for presents and to be photographed.

He's a middle-aged guy with a laptop and a family, who showed kindness and generosity to
strangers who don't even celebrate Christmas.

Warmest wishes for the holiday season!

December 1, 1983

34 years ago today


I interviewed James Houston

at the Glass Art Gallery...

and sold my profile of him
to enRoute magazine!


It was also the day that

M secretly bought

Houston's "Snowy Owl"

from The Yaneff Gallery next door

and hid it for seven months

to give it to me for my next birthday.

October Leaves and A Lesson in Persistence

Before the month is over, I'd better post these photos of October's leafy extravaganza.

That is what we expect from October in southern Ontario.


What I didn't expect was this renaissance of the purple mums we planted back in June.

They flowered for about a week. Then, despite my constant watering and fertilizing,
I didn't see any more flowers. Lots of leaves, but that was it.

About Labour Day, I stopped watering the planters.

A few days ago, the purple mums came back to life.

Mother Nature is reminding me to keep watering, keep believing, even when it seems that flowering season is over.

You never know when that mum plant--or that sleeping manuscript--will have a renaissance.

TB Thursday - Mom

100 Years Ago Today...

 

 

photo taken in 1924, when she was seven

We gave her this restored photo for her 80th birthday.

She said, "I feel like you've given me back my youth!"

Kudos to MacCrae Custom Colour Studio and its magicians

who worked many, many hours with PhotoShop's cloning device

to eliminate the rips caused by a straight pin.

Also, my grandmother had scrawled the date and my mother's age in blue pen on the FRONT of the photo!

The linen dress and matching hat were the height of fashion which my grandfather had brought back from Paris. 

 

Here's Looking at You, Sun!

Eclipse glasses from

Eclipse Kit by AstroBox

Mercury in Retrograde Strikes Again

Mercury is in retrograde between August 12 and September 5.

 two retro cars (old MGAs)

If you've followed this blog or its predecessor for long, you've probably noticed that

 Mercury has it in for me.

So far, this is how Mercury has tripped me up:

1. Mattress Snafu

We ordered a new mattress and box spring  set (before August 12). We did NOT order a metal bed frame because the one we had was fine. The comfy new mattress arrived on August 15. With a new frame.

"We didn't order a frame," we told the delivery men.

"It's here, so we're setting it up," they replied. They dismantled the old frame, set up the new one, plunked the mattress on top, and started to leave.

"Take away the old frame," we said.

"No, we can't do that."

So M and I schlepped the heavy, unwieldy thing to the recycling room on the main floor of the condo.

"You've just done your aerobic exercise for the day," M told me.

Five minutes after we got back to our suite, we got a phone call from the delivery men. "We're coming back to pick up the new frame you didn't order or pay for."

They took away the new frame and plopped the mattress and box spring set directly on the floor.

The next day we returned to the mattress store and told them what happened and asked whether the warranty was voided by not having a frame. "No, you're fine with the mattress set directly on the floor."

Miscommunication at its finest.

2. False fire alarm

Last night the fire alarm went off. 

At 1:45 am.

Panic ensued for 15 minutes until we heard the announcement that it was a false alarm.

My first thought was about getting both of us dressed and out of the building. At least *sigh* we didn't have to carry a 25-pound dog down the stairs, too... :-(

My next thought was: SAVE THE MANUSCRIPT!  (my work-in-progress).

As a result of last night's escapade, I've decided to keep the flash drive containing my WIP in my purse at all times when I'm not actually using it. 

3. Other minor things 

including no sound on my husband's computer and other problems with his new cell phone.