That storm knocked out the electricity here in the bush – it was off most of the morning, then again from about 6 PM to 11-something- PM. Except for the pump not working, therefore no water, I really don’t mind the lack of hydro for short bursts. I’m used to it, and have a generator to back up if it’s off too long. Yesterday morning did present an amusing problem though. I was just on my way out the door, heading for work, when I realized that my garage door would have to be opened manually.
Ummm…okay. I know how it’s done. Except I’d always just watched while it was being done; not had to do it myself. It’s not a complicated process, but the door is heavy, and kept stopping about ¾ of the way up. Not quite high enough to get my truck under it. It wouldn’t take much to send it the rest of the way, but I’m short, and couldn’t exert enough muscle power while standing on the tips of my toes. I tried using a large broom to push it higher. That didn’t work either; it kept sliding back down. I finally succeeded by finding a stepladder, placing it as close to the door as I could, gingerly climbing halfway up, and giving an almighty shove, which sent me and ladder rocking and nearly crashing to the cement floor. I’m pretty sure my facial expressions during this exercise would have made it onto Home’s funniest Videos, LOL. I told my daughter about it when I saw her later, and that night my youngest son showed up at the house to tighten the coils of the door. Now I can practically use just one hand to send that bugger flying up there! HA! Me, Jane!!!
Ah, and the bonus was that my son was accompanied by my two little grandsons (the third, our new-born, was at home with mummy). The four of us, surrounded by doggies, walked a way down the lane. I correct that – Bali RAN down the gravel lane, then back up the steep hill, as fast and as wobbly as three-year-old legs could take him. What a character! And what energy!! And what nice kisses and hugs M’mère got as they piled into the car to go home. Gotta love it!
When the boys were gone, I drove up to see Suzie, who is home from Detroit. She fed me, then we sat outside in the mountain air and chatted like old friends do until 11PM, the hour at which the electricity was supposed be restored, according to the Hydro-Quebec hot-line. It still wasn’t on when I got home (dark is really DARK in the bush!!!) but did start shortly after, so it was Jacuzzi time. I managed a whole 3 hours of shut-eye, then was checking out Facebook at 3 AM. I’m beginning to wonder if my insomnia isn’t timed to coincide with the full moon. Maybe I was a werewolf in a former life? There’s much going on at the moment, but the sleep problem exists even when things are calm. The positive side is that one gets to admire a lot of sunrises – and some of them are astounding. So, sleepy or not, I’m still SMILING…sending it out to you…keep it going!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
RAINY DAYS & MONDAYS...
I haven’t been working since last Wednesday, with the exception of a few hours done on Friday morning from a client’s office and, of course, a telephone call here and there. It was a necessity. I badly needed a break on all three counts; physically and emotionally and intellectually. I intend to do the same this week – work the first two days in the office, then hide out until after our Confederation celebration.
The days off were well spent. I slept sporadically, but whenever I felt like it. In spite of my sore foot, I took solitary short walks in the lane with the doggies. I did some overdue cleaning, caught up with friends, and, most importantly, cooked for and entertained my children.
Taking the time to reflect on where I was, where I am, and where I’m going, was overdue. One way of ignoring your own needs is by drowning yourself in work. That’s my way of procrastinating; of putting off decisions needed on the personal front. You’d have thought that, at my age, I would know it eventually catches up to you. Well, I did know, but it was too easy to use work as excuse. It’s more sociably acceptable than hiding out in alcohol, or medication, or partying. Unfortunately, it can be as damaging. Those demons have to be faced sooner or later, and time waits on no-one. The short story of life is being written while I muddle around. Girl, grab the pen before it runs out of ink!
Serious thoughts this morning, aren’t they? I guess it’s to be expected at 3: AM in the morning, LOL.
I need to stop at the garage for new brake installation, but they have reserved a car for me, so I’ll be heading to the office and pick up my now-safe-to-drive vehicle at the end of the day. Fran is helping out by driving Bird to the Cancer Clinic for his scan this morning.
It’s raining out there, but a soft, gentle sound it is. One can practically hear the grass growing as it drinks. It looks like Kilroy won’t be the only one needing to mow his lawn. And mine is HUGE! But that’s okay - the smell of fresh-cut grass makes up for the labor involved.
It’s time to go. Wishing you all a great day, folks. Throw those SMILES out and about – it’s for sure somebody, somewhere, will need one!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
The days off were well spent. I slept sporadically, but whenever I felt like it. In spite of my sore foot, I took solitary short walks in the lane with the doggies. I did some overdue cleaning, caught up with friends, and, most importantly, cooked for and entertained my children.
Taking the time to reflect on where I was, where I am, and where I’m going, was overdue. One way of ignoring your own needs is by drowning yourself in work. That’s my way of procrastinating; of putting off decisions needed on the personal front. You’d have thought that, at my age, I would know it eventually catches up to you. Well, I did know, but it was too easy to use work as excuse. It’s more sociably acceptable than hiding out in alcohol, or medication, or partying. Unfortunately, it can be as damaging. Those demons have to be faced sooner or later, and time waits on no-one. The short story of life is being written while I muddle around. Girl, grab the pen before it runs out of ink!
Serious thoughts this morning, aren’t they? I guess it’s to be expected at 3: AM in the morning, LOL.
I need to stop at the garage for new brake installation, but they have reserved a car for me, so I’ll be heading to the office and pick up my now-safe-to-drive vehicle at the end of the day. Fran is helping out by driving Bird to the Cancer Clinic for his scan this morning.
It’s raining out there, but a soft, gentle sound it is. One can practically hear the grass growing as it drinks. It looks like Kilroy won’t be the only one needing to mow his lawn. And mine is HUGE! But that’s okay - the smell of fresh-cut grass makes up for the labor involved.
It’s time to go. Wishing you all a great day, folks. Throw those SMILES out and about – it’s for sure somebody, somewhere, will need one!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
THE STORY OF AC
My Mom hardly ever called me at work, so I was immediately apprehensive when I answered the phone and heard her voice. What’s more, she sounded like she was crying, or trying hard not to. Her landlord had been in, she told me, and he had given her two days to get rid of the four kittens she had in her apartment. There was no way she would leave them at a pet shop (my brother had turned her against such places long ago because he would purchase kittens there to feed his boa snake); she knew no-one who would make a good home for any of them; she would have to get them euthanized if she couldn’t find a solution. Not only she couldn’t afford it, but the thought was breaking her gentle heart, and she was hoping I could help. After all, it was partly my fault if she was in such a position. When my youngest son had moved to a ‘no pets’ apartment, I had convinced her to take in his darling cat (the mama) that, unbeknown at the time, had sneaked out for a romantic liaison, and was in the early stages of pregnancy.
Two days. Two busy WORKING days.
I assured her I would take care of everything without the kittens being hurt, hung up, then immediately dialed my son’s number. He wasn’t going to get off so easy. Hearing the story, he agreed to pick them up the next day and transport them into the city where my office was situated. Then I started to make the rounds of my co-workers. Who would like a cute little pussycat to take home and spoil? In spite of my cajoling, there were no takers. I could picture myself having to call the vet, then inventing a convincing lie to tell my Mom. Damn!
Everything actually turned out fine. The next day my son showed up with three kittens; one of my mom’s elderly cronies had decided to adopt the fourth. They were adorable, and I showed them around the office, hoping against hope. Was that a glimmer in the secretary’s eye? She had never owned a cat, she told me. She wasn’t sure…she would think about it. She finally decided, and picked the biggest orange-stripped male. Two down, two to go…and those two came home to the apartment I shared with my son and another lad. We fell in love with them, and there they stayed; a cute little black and white female, who we called AC, and her orange-stripped brother, who was named, of course, DC. My mom was happy, the problem was resolved, and the kittens’ amusing antics gave us many hours of pleasure.
When I made my hasty move to the country (see my story of the Bud Saga), I left AC and DC with my son. He married his Japanese wife, Yoshiko, and the cats now had a new adoring mummy. The two animals grew up to be the fat, sleek, bosses in a home geared to their every desire. Anyone who owns a feline knows exactly what I mean.
Then, late last fall, AC’s health started to fail. Many visits to the animal hospital, and many dollars later, her worried humans were finally told that she had an incurable kidney problem. Medication would be necessary every day for the rest of her life…IF she survived. She didn’t. During this past week my son and Yoshiko hopelessly watched her go downhill until last night when, reluctantly and with torn hearts, they took her to the vet for her final visit. There are no children in their house, and they both felt as if they were losing their little girl. Grandma (me) stayed at home and agonized for them, waiting on the call to say it was done. They arrived at my house at 11:30 PM, carrying her in a little box, bringing with her all her favorite toys. After crying together, it was decided that, because of the hour, we would bury her only later today. She’ll be laid to rest beside Beef, and Ben, and little Mouse, snug on the hill at the bottom of my mountain, as we read together Corbin’s story of Rainbow Bridge:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigour. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Two days. Two busy WORKING days.
I assured her I would take care of everything without the kittens being hurt, hung up, then immediately dialed my son’s number. He wasn’t going to get off so easy. Hearing the story, he agreed to pick them up the next day and transport them into the city where my office was situated. Then I started to make the rounds of my co-workers. Who would like a cute little pussycat to take home and spoil? In spite of my cajoling, there were no takers. I could picture myself having to call the vet, then inventing a convincing lie to tell my Mom. Damn!
Everything actually turned out fine. The next day my son showed up with three kittens; one of my mom’s elderly cronies had decided to adopt the fourth. They were adorable, and I showed them around the office, hoping against hope. Was that a glimmer in the secretary’s eye? She had never owned a cat, she told me. She wasn’t sure…she would think about it. She finally decided, and picked the biggest orange-stripped male. Two down, two to go…and those two came home to the apartment I shared with my son and another lad. We fell in love with them, and there they stayed; a cute little black and white female, who we called AC, and her orange-stripped brother, who was named, of course, DC. My mom was happy, the problem was resolved, and the kittens’ amusing antics gave us many hours of pleasure.
When I made my hasty move to the country (see my story of the Bud Saga), I left AC and DC with my son. He married his Japanese wife, Yoshiko, and the cats now had a new adoring mummy. The two animals grew up to be the fat, sleek, bosses in a home geared to their every desire. Anyone who owns a feline knows exactly what I mean.
Then, late last fall, AC’s health started to fail. Many visits to the animal hospital, and many dollars later, her worried humans were finally told that she had an incurable kidney problem. Medication would be necessary every day for the rest of her life…IF she survived. She didn’t. During this past week my son and Yoshiko hopelessly watched her go downhill until last night when, reluctantly and with torn hearts, they took her to the vet for her final visit. There are no children in their house, and they both felt as if they were losing their little girl. Grandma (me) stayed at home and agonized for them, waiting on the call to say it was done. They arrived at my house at 11:30 PM, carrying her in a little box, bringing with her all her favorite toys. After crying together, it was decided that, because of the hour, we would bury her only later today. She’ll be laid to rest beside Beef, and Ben, and little Mouse, snug on the hill at the bottom of my mountain, as we read together Corbin’s story of Rainbow Bridge:
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigour. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Author unknown...
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
THE EVE OF ST-JEAN
For the past two days I haven’t been able to do much other than sleeping (in spurts of 3 to 4 hours, but deep sleeps), cleaning up in the house, and thinking. Adapting to change.
Oh, and still limping, although the swelling in my foot has gone down some. Apparently all one can do is not walk on it, or use crutches. Right. Obviously the remedy is not meant for someone living in a house with many, many stairs. That’s me, who would rather have a sore foot than a broken neck – the most probable result from my trying to negotiate said stairs on crutches. I’ve stopped the pain killers. The foot is uncomfortable, or a better description would be annoying, but most of the time not bad enough to need to buzz myself out.
I did take the time to stop in and see my bro, Bird. He has 3 scans to get done before mi-August, and one of them is on Monday. That’s the same day as my appointment for new brake installation on my truck. It shims when I try to stop, but has done at least 100,000 km since the present brakes were installed, so I count myself lucky. Back to Bird – he thinks Fran may be free to drive him into the city for his scan, will let me know tomorrow (later today – it’s 1 AM). Whatever happens, we shall manage to work it out so that he gets there.
I also spent a little time with my Amiga, Suzie, who arrived yesterday from Detroit. Talk about good timing!! What a sight for sore eyes!!! I’m looking forward to lots of giggling, heart-to-heart talks, and, of course, a little tequila thrown in for the fun of it, LOL! She plans to be around for a couple of weeks. Her company is most welcome!!
My youngest son and new-again daddy Jo came over and did some fix-it moves around the house last night. He and I chatted for a long while when he was finished. His new baby boy was seen by specialists in Ottawa today. Mummy has something in her blood that shows up in each baby’s system when they are newborns, so each baby has to be checked out. It’s a good precautionary measure. We’ll have the results in 3 weeks. So far Mummy has not passed it on to her two older boys, so we’ll keep fingers crossed that this one will be okay too.
Bow & Yo are watching over our poor little AC (the female of the two cats). AC is dying from some feline disease, and both my children are heartbroken. We get so attached to our pets, and it hurts like hell to lose one. When AC does go to Rainbow Bridge, her remains will be buried here in the bush beside Beef, and Ben, and Mouse.
I have a couple of hours of work to do tomorrow morning, and expect to see Bow & Yo arrive later during the day for our sad task, so off I go to get some more shut-eye. No celebrating of St-Jean for me, although I could hear the fireworks (probably from Morin Heights) while sitting on my gallery tonight. Hope everyone out there is having a good time, and that they are VERY diligent about designated drivers.
Take care, y’all – sending you SMILES.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Oh, and still limping, although the swelling in my foot has gone down some. Apparently all one can do is not walk on it, or use crutches. Right. Obviously the remedy is not meant for someone living in a house with many, many stairs. That’s me, who would rather have a sore foot than a broken neck – the most probable result from my trying to negotiate said stairs on crutches. I’ve stopped the pain killers. The foot is uncomfortable, or a better description would be annoying, but most of the time not bad enough to need to buzz myself out.
I did take the time to stop in and see my bro, Bird. He has 3 scans to get done before mi-August, and one of them is on Monday. That’s the same day as my appointment for new brake installation on my truck. It shims when I try to stop, but has done at least 100,000 km since the present brakes were installed, so I count myself lucky. Back to Bird – he thinks Fran may be free to drive him into the city for his scan, will let me know tomorrow (later today – it’s 1 AM). Whatever happens, we shall manage to work it out so that he gets there.
I also spent a little time with my Amiga, Suzie, who arrived yesterday from Detroit. Talk about good timing!! What a sight for sore eyes!!! I’m looking forward to lots of giggling, heart-to-heart talks, and, of course, a little tequila thrown in for the fun of it, LOL! She plans to be around for a couple of weeks. Her company is most welcome!!
My youngest son and new-again daddy Jo came over and did some fix-it moves around the house last night. He and I chatted for a long while when he was finished. His new baby boy was seen by specialists in Ottawa today. Mummy has something in her blood that shows up in each baby’s system when they are newborns, so each baby has to be checked out. It’s a good precautionary measure. We’ll have the results in 3 weeks. So far Mummy has not passed it on to her two older boys, so we’ll keep fingers crossed that this one will be okay too.
Bow & Yo are watching over our poor little AC (the female of the two cats). AC is dying from some feline disease, and both my children are heartbroken. We get so attached to our pets, and it hurts like hell to lose one. When AC does go to Rainbow Bridge, her remains will be buried here in the bush beside Beef, and Ben, and Mouse.
I have a couple of hours of work to do tomorrow morning, and expect to see Bow & Yo arrive later during the day for our sad task, so off I go to get some more shut-eye. No celebrating of St-Jean for me, although I could hear the fireworks (probably from Morin Heights) while sitting on my gallery tonight. Hope everyone out there is having a good time, and that they are VERY diligent about designated drivers.
Take care, y’all – sending you SMILES.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
ABOUT BEING A TRUE FRIEND
A while back there was a message doing the rounds in e-mail about the meaning of ‘true friend’. It was amusing, but there was an element of truth in it too. You may remember it? One said something like “A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying “Damn, that was fun!”. These came to mind as I was sitting on my gallery last night, musing about recent events in my life. I came up with another ‘friend’ saying. Though definitely not amusing, it fits the bill in today’s world. Here it is:
A good friend will try to convince you to quit ruining your life; a true friend will take drastic measures to MAKE you quit.
The increasing popularity of instant gratification is scary. It’s the first step on a road to constant searching for bigger, better, best with a frightening disregard for the consequences of always getting exactly what one wants, exactly whenever one wants it. It defeats the building of character, plays havoc with out economy (i.e.: credit-card debt) and it’s the backbone of the enormous and terrible cocaine/crack industry. The scum selling the drug are getting rich because of the users’ need for instant gratification.
‘Live and let live’ is admirable – until it becomes ‘Live and let die’. Whether it be family or friend, an addict’s decent into hell is horrible to watch. The full spectrum of emotions is there; anger, heartbreak, despair…and the list goes on. Help is out there, but not always accepted. So what does one do?
Sometimes one has to become a ‘true friend’.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
A good friend will try to convince you to quit ruining your life; a true friend will take drastic measures to MAKE you quit.
The increasing popularity of instant gratification is scary. It’s the first step on a road to constant searching for bigger, better, best with a frightening disregard for the consequences of always getting exactly what one wants, exactly whenever one wants it. It defeats the building of character, plays havoc with out economy (i.e.: credit-card debt) and it’s the backbone of the enormous and terrible cocaine/crack industry. The scum selling the drug are getting rich because of the users’ need for instant gratification.
‘Live and let live’ is admirable – until it becomes ‘Live and let die’. Whether it be family or friend, an addict’s decent into hell is horrible to watch. The full spectrum of emotions is there; anger, heartbreak, despair…and the list goes on. Help is out there, but not always accepted. So what does one do?
Sometimes one has to become a ‘true friend’.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
SINGING THE BLUES
Wouldn’t you know it? I spent hours waiting to be seen at the hospital last night, and then they called my name 15 minutes after I got fed up and went home. Dawna’s daughter, Dee, was there with her son. She let me know on Facebook this morning how my lack of patience is going to make me do the waiting thing all over again unless I go and pay through the nose at a private clinic. Which I expect will happen. My foot has been hurting for a few days – it feels like there is a fracture in there somewhere. It is swollen and throbbing like a toothache – not enough to scream, but highly annoying, especially when I take my shoe off and it starts to throb – felt most, of course, when I get into bed for much needed rest. Bah! Humbug!
There have been some major alterations on my horizon since I last blogged; in fact, the events have been the reason I HAVEN’T been blogging. They taught us in the old schools that if you can’t say anything good, say nothing at all. Not quite the thing today, is it? If it was, most journalists would be unemployed.
One change is the arrival of my new grandson. He has joined his two older brothers at home now, and all is well. And that is about the only GOOD thing that has happened lately.
There have been problems on the home front for some time now, and they had finally escalated to where some drastic action was necessary. Add to that some risky business decisions causing an ongoing crisis at work; and having to watch my beloved Bud deteriorate day after day…Damn! I have all the makings of a perfect country-western song…losing my love, losing my job, losing my dog…. Except I definitely CAN’T sing – or hold a tune even. There’s a thought. Maybe I could get paid just to shut up, LOL.
Eh, bien. From years of experience I know that things have a way of eventually working out. I can think of many who are dealing with worse issues, so I’ll chalk it up to a bad time and enjoy this beautiful summer weather. Now there’s something I can SMILE about!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
There have been some major alterations on my horizon since I last blogged; in fact, the events have been the reason I HAVEN’T been blogging. They taught us in the old schools that if you can’t say anything good, say nothing at all. Not quite the thing today, is it? If it was, most journalists would be unemployed.
One change is the arrival of my new grandson. He has joined his two older brothers at home now, and all is well. And that is about the only GOOD thing that has happened lately.
There have been problems on the home front for some time now, and they had finally escalated to where some drastic action was necessary. Add to that some risky business decisions causing an ongoing crisis at work; and having to watch my beloved Bud deteriorate day after day…Damn! I have all the makings of a perfect country-western song…losing my love, losing my job, losing my dog…. Except I definitely CAN’T sing – or hold a tune even. There’s a thought. Maybe I could get paid just to shut up, LOL.
Eh, bien. From years of experience I know that things have a way of eventually working out. I can think of many who are dealing with worse issues, so I’ll chalk it up to a bad time and enjoy this beautiful summer weather. Now there’s something I can SMILE about!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
STILL WAITING ON BABY
In spite of the drive to work taking at least 2 hours yesterday, the rain was welcome. The lane here is not paved and, because of it being so dry, the dust was continually floating into the house and settling everywhere. I’m not an avid house-cleaner at the best of times; lately there was no choice but to do daily swiping with a wet rag. I was pleased to note that it wasn’t necessary last night. Even more important was to hear on the news that the deluge helped control the forest fires still burning north of us. The Weather Network is predicting more this afternoon and for the next two days, which will certainly improve the situation. I say, bring it on!
To wind down from an afternoon of arguing with a clerk from our greedy government’s offices, I decided, even though it was already 8 PM when I got home, to cook up a pot of soup. Food for the soul. I find cooking a relaxing occupation, and soup is something I really enjoy creating. The many windows in my kitchen were wide open, music was playing, and three doggies were lying out of the way on their cushions, avidly watching my every move. No, I haven’t acquired a new hound. The third one was Lucas, the husky-wolf female who belongs to my neighbor, but who feels at home in my house. She is such a pretty animal, and very graceful and feminine compared to my two pits – the typical ‘out-of-my-way-coming-through’ males.
We are still waiting on that baby to make his/her appearance. Littlest brother, Bali, will be 3 on June 7th. Maybe baby wants to share a birthday? Bad idea. Because of the expense, you usually end up with a smaller gift, LOL.
I don’t have a lot to say this morning, and that’s probably a good thing. I’m going to finish my coffee then hop into the shower and prepare to make the trek into the city again. Man – vacation is going to be SOOO nice!!
Here’s wishing you a good day, folks. Keep wearing those SMILES!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
To wind down from an afternoon of arguing with a clerk from our greedy government’s offices, I decided, even though it was already 8 PM when I got home, to cook up a pot of soup. Food for the soul. I find cooking a relaxing occupation, and soup is something I really enjoy creating. The many windows in my kitchen were wide open, music was playing, and three doggies were lying out of the way on their cushions, avidly watching my every move. No, I haven’t acquired a new hound. The third one was Lucas, the husky-wolf female who belongs to my neighbor, but who feels at home in my house. She is such a pretty animal, and very graceful and feminine compared to my two pits – the typical ‘out-of-my-way-coming-through’ males.
We are still waiting on that baby to make his/her appearance. Littlest brother, Bali, will be 3 on June 7th. Maybe baby wants to share a birthday? Bad idea. Because of the expense, you usually end up with a smaller gift, LOL.
I don’t have a lot to say this morning, and that’s probably a good thing. I’m going to finish my coffee then hop into the shower and prepare to make the trek into the city again. Man – vacation is going to be SOOO nice!!
Here’s wishing you a good day, folks. Keep wearing those SMILES!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
RAIN.
It’s early AM, there is one mother of a thunderstorm going on out here, and I doubt I’ll be able to post. My satellite modem is not looking too stable. It keeps flashing off, then on, then off again. The rain pounding on the tin roof is a dull roar, and I have a big, brave pit-bull dogging every step I take; it’s Mistress’s turn to be the protector, LOL!
I hope the same weather is happening in our forests north of here; it could only help our firemen in their brave and exhausting fight. It breaks my heart to think of losing all those beautiful trees, the animals, the people having to evacuate their homes. Yesterday there was a grey haze over the city, most of the southern province, in fact, and one could smell the smoke everywhere. At last news 8 fires are still out of control, and 109,000 hectares have already been lost to the flames. What a pity.
This morning’s headlines would change the mood of even a most cheerful person. Disaster following disaster. The only good thing to read was the Hawks taking out the Flyers for a second round last night, and even that depends on which team you’ve placed your bets. I didn’t watch the game, opting for an early night instead. I didn’t read all the AM news either; no need to pursue tragedy. Kilroy’s blog gives me a much better frame of mind for the day.
Speaking of which, it is time to get a move on. Traffic is going to be slow, but I refuse to complain about the rain. It is much needed and appreciated. Besides, I’ve got this new double Jesse Cook CD to help me groove all the way to the city.
Have a good one, folks, wherever you be! Don’t forget that your SMILE can be as bright as any sun, so make someone’s day!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
I hope the same weather is happening in our forests north of here; it could only help our firemen in their brave and exhausting fight. It breaks my heart to think of losing all those beautiful trees, the animals, the people having to evacuate their homes. Yesterday there was a grey haze over the city, most of the southern province, in fact, and one could smell the smoke everywhere. At last news 8 fires are still out of control, and 109,000 hectares have already been lost to the flames. What a pity.
This morning’s headlines would change the mood of even a most cheerful person. Disaster following disaster. The only good thing to read was the Hawks taking out the Flyers for a second round last night, and even that depends on which team you’ve placed your bets. I didn’t watch the game, opting for an early night instead. I didn’t read all the AM news either; no need to pursue tragedy. Kilroy’s blog gives me a much better frame of mind for the day.
Speaking of which, it is time to get a move on. Traffic is going to be slow, but I refuse to complain about the rain. It is much needed and appreciated. Besides, I’ve got this new double Jesse Cook CD to help me groove all the way to the city.
Have a good one, folks, wherever you be! Don’t forget that your SMILE can be as bright as any sun, so make someone’s day!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
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