Friday, August 31, 2007
This is Belle, the cat, pretending that she isn't knitting, but of course she has had a paw or two in the project. Actually I am on my third go for that sweater and I'd better have got it right this time. I had been trying a pattern from a Kaffe Fassett. Either the pattern is off or I am off or we both are off. Obviously, however, the cat knows what she is doing. The cats like to be where the action is.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
The egg is plastic. This is a geocache. I found it using co-ordinates on an inexpensive second-hand global positioning system. Inside the egg is a small log on which I left my name. This is in the middle of the city on a rocky outcrop. If I search for a geocache each day, I find myself on walks that I never would have contemplated. It is rather like a high-tech treasure hunt. This was my afternoon adventure on my way home from my central office.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I had a large and beautiful garden that I lost when I lost my partner. This past January a seed catalogue arrived in the post. I wept when I saw it for all that might have been. Then I pulled myself together and took the catalogue over to a single mom and asked if they would like to work on a vegetable garden with me in the large manse property. Her son chose the seeds: purple brocoli, purple carrots, purple lettuce, well you get the drift, and "Bright Lights Swiss Chard". We dug a new bed and had it seeded in early May. Then she got a job down south and left. So now I have an over abundance of chard and dill and lettuce and, with encouragement, the congregation is helping themselves to the harvest.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I went out for lunch with a friend. Choices are fairly limited when it comes to fine dining up here, but there are lots of Chinese restaurants. So we went to the lunch buffet and chowed down. Then, with the bill, came the ubiquitous fortune cookies. I passed my hand over the top of the two cookies to pick up the vibes in order to see which one was the right one for me. It was the cookie on the left. I opened the cookie, and then I read the fortune. The waitress came to pick up the plate. "No, I need to take a picture of the cookie." The message to me was: "Ask not what your fortune cookie can do for you but what you can do for your fortune cookie". Is this my future?
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
This is "Miss Johnston", one of the two cats whom I rescued from oblivion. They are "indoor" cats. So yesterday I was peering into the refridgerator wondering about breakfast when a large, a very large, bat flew by my head. After screaming I grabbed the newspaper and flung open the back door and then the front door. Frantically waving the newspaper the bat went around in circles and avoided both doors. Meanwhile the hornets in the nest by the back door, the reason I don't use that door, woke up. Then the cats fled out the front door. I batted hornets, collected the cats and shut the doors. The bat had disappeared.
It returned last night in my bedroom. It circled the bedroom ceiling. The cats ran around in circles. So I flung off the screens, and opened the windows full, turned off the heat and spent the night in the fresh air. It was 4 degrees Celsius last night. I wonder where that bat is now? The cats are resting up for another exciting night.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
My excuse is that I am away a lot and the papers would keep on coming. The real reason is that I like walking the block and crossing the highway to the bait shop and buying my paper. Minnows and coffee, leeches and muffins, worms and milk, and chips, and videos and my newspaper; what more could you ask from a store. There used to be a sign that read “worms – coffee”. No one though anything of it. Now the sign is down and the store is still going, but maybe only the insiders know what treasures lurk within. So I drop in before my breakfast, buy a paper for a loonie, while the real loons are calling on the lake, and walk home to greet the cats and make my breakfast before I open the paper catch up on the news, try the sudoko and finish off the crossword puzzle.
Then it is time to start the day.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Today I was introduced to a missionary couple from India. These are Indians who are on an evangelistic mission in Northern Ontario. I have a very distinct feeling that they would not understand. In fact, I keep my thoughts to myself. I’ve been condemned by Christians before and it was not very nice. And so I live a secret life. How many of us live these lives? There are so many things that I would not want to come out of the closet.
Is this the way to live?
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Fields of grace in cups of tea, hugs and deep knowing
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Despite all our faults, and we know each other’s failings very well, we care and look after each other. Conversations on the telephone always end in laughter – really enjoyment – because there is real love there. Anyway I just got off the telephone and realized how I was uplifted by a caring voice, interest in my doings and planning for the future – probably Thanksgiving. I have had more grief with those I have chosen. My sisters were a given, and they have proven to be faithful, caring and understanding family.
This was a rainy, gloomy, stormy day and I worked at home – so I guess I really needed that telephone call this evening – and now the sky is clearing as I have to drive to a funeral an hour and a half away tomorrow morning. That’s the second one this week.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I know that term is used technically. I think that it is used for one person in one life, but that is not what I mean. Do two souls have contracts? Is there something that individuals are given to resolve together in their lifetimes? I have hunch that this may be so, but as I don’t move in new age or in reincarnation circles, I really don’t know what the others are saying. It seems to me that my soon-to-be-former partner and I had such a pact. It was in place before we were born. And we have failed. And all my attempts of trying to bridge the dreadful chasm between us are fruitless and very painful. Yet I am so sure, without any proof at all, that we have not done and we still can do, the task, whatever it is, that we have been given.
And I don’t know where to go from here.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
We leave early and will return late so there will be no missive tomorrow. I did it last year with Jean. This past March, Jean and Denise and myself were having a cup of coffee and talking about last year’s adventure when Denise said that she wanted to go, too. So now Jean is gone and Denise and I will take the excursion early tomorrow. Really it is hours through the flat plain and boreal forest which leads to the coast. There’s not much there, but by taking a boat over to Moose Factory we find the Hudson Bay Post buildings dating from the 18th century – as old you can find in this part of the world. So it’s off early in the morning to catch the train. The forecast isn’t too good. But then it rained last year when we were there. Perhaps it always rains up on the coast, but I doubt it. It just rains when I go. The trip is four and a half hours each way.
I’ll take my book.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
I was given a treatment at the Chinese doctor’s – what a wonderful gift. I arrived from the office, rushing in to meet the appointment time. He ushered me in, asking if I had any pain. “Only heartbreak,’ I replied, “and you can’t do anything for that.” “I think I can,” he said. So I took off my sandals and lay out on his table. He started with acupuncture, needles in my scalp and my forehead, then in my feet. One hit a particularly tender spot. I flinched. “That’s your bladder” he said, “Have you had trouble with your bladder?” He was right. Then I lay in the darkened room for fifteen minutes. When he returned the needles were removed and he began massage and reiki. Then he worked with my feet, reflexology, and finally gave them a good massage with a wonderful cream. “Now,” he said, “you can dance”. I floated out. I’ll be back. He gained a client.
He calls his establishment “The House of Wellness”.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
It’s very hot and I have the fan on and am thinking about getting another drink of water. There… I spent some time at the family cottage. It was so good. More and more of my family came to join me until they were all there except for an older grandchild who has a summer job. Twelve people, two cats and a dog. I have gained so many blessings from my recent break up. I am free to visit family. They no longer feel alienated. I am free to go back home to our cottage on the lake where I had spent my childhood. When I went east to Halifax last month, I was surprised that I had so many friends that reached out to me. In the relationship, my partner had dominated. People who felt intimidated avoided us both. I have taken back my decision making and there are choices that I never dreamt were possible. And, oh, how I loved being back at the cottage on the Lake.