Although the scene was beautiful – the sun rising on my mountain - it was somewhat chilly to sit out on the gallery swing wearing just pyjamas this morning. I wrapped myself up in my old, thick, pink housecoat, a gift from my mom many years ago; put on my high furry slipper boots, and that fit the bill. My coffee cup was steaming, so warmed my two hands, and I could feel the heat off the doggies who leaned up against my legs as I sat there, drinking in the morning silence. All was good.
It was late Saturday afternoon by the time we got Shan’s stuff moved out of her house and piled into the truck. She was staying the weekend with some friends, and we parked the truck there. I drove the movers back home, and will pick them up around 3 PM today so that they can unload everything into Shan’s new home. Suzie is on standby; she’ll be coming down this afternoon to help us give the place a good scrubbing before setting everything up. Uncle Bird has been babysitting Shan’s cat, Nimo, during the activity. I dropped in on him yesterday, and the pair are doing very well together. Bird is a natural with animals. I have yet to see one that has not cuddled up to him immediately. Shan’s dog, Dixie, stayed over with her at her friends. The poor creatures must be wondering what is going on.
Heinz invited me for supper at his apartment Saturday night. He’s an excellent cook, so there was no hesitation there. He’s starting his course next week, and is rushing to get my stone wall done, and to put the stain on the gallery and windows before immersing himself into the theory studies. In November he leaves for Quebec City to do the actually handling of the machines. If he keeps himself sober, I know he’ll succeed with flying colours. He has a knack with anything motorized. We have signed the papers, and there is no longer any question about the house being mine. As has been said again and again, good papers make good business…or friends. We both know exactly where we are going. It’s much easier that way.
It’s time for me to hit the road. A quick jump into the office (and I have a good excuse for wearing jeans to work today, LOL), then back here to complete the move. The sun is brilliant out there folks – it has come back after a weekend off, so put on your best SMILE and get outside if you can. I’ve been wearing my SMILE since yesterday, and it feels great!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
HAPPY B-DAY LUKE...AND POSTPONED X-RAYS
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY to my NB nephew, LUKE! He turned a big 8 years old, and the pictures of his party are posted on Facebook. I have no doubt that his Mom & Dad made sure his day was a good one!
Here at home…well….I didn’t make it to the x-ray place today. I was planning to go first thing this morning, but the phone rang as I was getting dressed…another mini-crisis… and I ended up going into the office instead. I had it in mind to leave after my 1 PM appointment with a client but, although he called at 1 PM to tell me he was running late and was on his way, he showed up at 3 pm!! Don’t even bother trying to get out of the city at that time. The only thing you’ll get is a high level of traffic frustration. SO…tomorrow morning I see another client at 8:30 (I’m going to his office, and will be on time) then I’ll stop off at the x-ray place before heading to our Gatineau office. I have a couple of potential employees to interview there, the last at 5:30. It’s going to be another late night.
The good news is that the swelling in my leg has gone down, and the pain too. Just that alone is encouraging. The medication is not too drastic; a little nausea, but endurable.
Bird’s doctor didn’t call about his lung x-rays. The dummy (yes, I mean Bird!) didn’t contact her either. She shares an office with my doctor, so it is the same receptionists that I wrote about last week. When I reminded Bird about this fact, also that it was quite possible his doc never even received the results, he promised to call her tomorrow to check it out. He did tell me he is feeling and breathing better, so that’s a relief.
Shan is moving this weekend. It’s a bit of a hassle, because she has to be out of her old house by Saturday, but can’t move into her new house before Monday. Fortunately one of our companies owns a moving truck, and it’s not booked for this weekend. Her stuff will have to sleep in the truck from Sat. morning until Mon. afternoon. Suzie, the Mrs. Clean expert, is coming down Monday morning to give us both a hand in cleaning out the new place. Ha! Another day off for yours truly!
That’s it for now, folks. I’m off to the Jacuzzi, then into Murphy’s arms. My doggies are keeping guard on the gallery, and the Dunany demons have been kind enough to give us not only gorgeous sunshine during the day, but cool night air for the perfect snooze! Wishing you all pleasant dreams, and sending you my sleepy SMILE!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Here at home…well….I didn’t make it to the x-ray place today. I was planning to go first thing this morning, but the phone rang as I was getting dressed…another mini-crisis… and I ended up going into the office instead. I had it in mind to leave after my 1 PM appointment with a client but, although he called at 1 PM to tell me he was running late and was on his way, he showed up at 3 pm!! Don’t even bother trying to get out of the city at that time. The only thing you’ll get is a high level of traffic frustration. SO…tomorrow morning I see another client at 8:30 (I’m going to his office, and will be on time) then I’ll stop off at the x-ray place before heading to our Gatineau office. I have a couple of potential employees to interview there, the last at 5:30. It’s going to be another late night.
The good news is that the swelling in my leg has gone down, and the pain too. Just that alone is encouraging. The medication is not too drastic; a little nausea, but endurable.
Bird’s doctor didn’t call about his lung x-rays. The dummy (yes, I mean Bird!) didn’t contact her either. She shares an office with my doctor, so it is the same receptionists that I wrote about last week. When I reminded Bird about this fact, also that it was quite possible his doc never even received the results, he promised to call her tomorrow to check it out. He did tell me he is feeling and breathing better, so that’s a relief.
Shan is moving this weekend. It’s a bit of a hassle, because she has to be out of her old house by Saturday, but can’t move into her new house before Monday. Fortunately one of our companies owns a moving truck, and it’s not booked for this weekend. Her stuff will have to sleep in the truck from Sat. morning until Mon. afternoon. Suzie, the Mrs. Clean expert, is coming down Monday morning to give us both a hand in cleaning out the new place. Ha! Another day off for yours truly!
That’s it for now, folks. I’m off to the Jacuzzi, then into Murphy’s arms. My doggies are keeping guard on the gallery, and the Dunany demons have been kind enough to give us not only gorgeous sunshine during the day, but cool night air for the perfect snooze! Wishing you all pleasant dreams, and sending you my sleepy SMILE!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
A CHILD'S INFLUENCE
There is nothing quite like a baby’s hug to put your heart right. Last evening I stopped off at my youngest son’s home to pick up papers for his monthly accounting. Mommy was working and, Bali, who turned two in June, was missing her so badly! What good timing for Granny’s arrival! When I picked him up, he put his chubby arms around me and cuddled into my neck; I could feel the warm weight of his lovable, tiny head on my shoulder, and smell that sweet baby scent when I rubbed my nose against his soft, silky hair. Nalou, his four year old brother, got his turn in too. Hugs and kisses galore! A perfect way to wind down the day!
Three years ago I lost two very close friends within months of each other. In both cases their ends were tragic, and the lapse of time between their deaths was way too soon. My mind and heart were reeling from the shock and sadness of it all. I felt the sudden need when I left the second funeral. I made my way to my son’s house. Little Nalou, who was about a year old at the time, had just been put down for his nap, but his parents got him up. Together we watched him as he played around us; copping hugs and kisses, and just cuddling and feeling his warmth for a bit. His expression, his smiles, his embrace….it helped soothe the turmoil inside. It was something precious on a very bad day; a baby’s innocence tempering the despair of loss.
There are certain senior’s residences where visits from nursery school children are greatly encouraged. It is said that the little ones brighten the smiles of many of the elders. The children gaze on those wrinkled faces with wondering eyes, and the wise seniors respond with patience and caring. As in days gone by, and those yet to come, the generations take strength and learn from each other.
Life is good.
Three years ago I lost two very close friends within months of each other. In both cases their ends were tragic, and the lapse of time between their deaths was way too soon. My mind and heart were reeling from the shock and sadness of it all. I felt the sudden need when I left the second funeral. I made my way to my son’s house. Little Nalou, who was about a year old at the time, had just been put down for his nap, but his parents got him up. Together we watched him as he played around us; copping hugs and kisses, and just cuddling and feeling his warmth for a bit. His expression, his smiles, his embrace….it helped soothe the turmoil inside. It was something precious on a very bad day; a baby’s innocence tempering the despair of loss.
There are certain senior’s residences where visits from nursery school children are greatly encouraged. It is said that the little ones brighten the smiles of many of the elders. The children gaze on those wrinkled faces with wondering eyes, and the wise seniors respond with patience and caring. As in days gone by, and those yet to come, the generations take strength and learn from each other.
Life is good.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
SHOW & TELL: VACATION
Sunday – a beautiful morning. As I slip quietly out of bed, I glance through the French doors where Grump-puppy is keeping vigil on the gallery. He turns his head; he has heard me. Good. That’s part of his job, after all. Bud doesn’t move, seemingly blissfully unaware, but I know he has heard me too. Why move when the youngster is gung-ho is prove his stuff? No fool, Mr. Bud will save his energy. He’ll use it to show off, pushing rocks twice his size up and down the hills, when his human steps outside.
Tomorrow I go back to the office. The short week of vacation is over. Let’s see….how did it go? MMM…Monday was a lost cause – my leg was swollen and painful, although I did manage to read a whole book. Tuesday was the event at my doctor’s office, certainly not helping my mood, but that was offset by the cuddles from the grandsons. Because I didn’t sleep many hours the first 2 days, I spent most of Wednesday morning in bed, only rushing to get dressed when I received the call that one of my associates was on his way to my house. Yep – that was for business which couldn’t wait, so I worked, albeit from home, Wednesday afternoon into the evening. On Thursday the phone started ringing early - more office things needing an immediate response – and this went on until Thursday night. I took a break by going to one of my ‘used-to-be-favourite’ restaurants for a late supper, only to find that its 5-star meal has fallen to a 1-star category, but still charging the same high prices. How disappointing! Friday morning was a funeral, and the afternoon spent taking my bro, Bird, to the hospital for x-rays of his lungs. We think he has developed pneumonia again and, because he knew I was on vacation, he waited until he could hardly breathe before calling to tell me about it – the dummy! Back from the hospital I fell into bed, and slept for 14 hours!!!! Man, did I feel good when I got up yesterday!! I did some writing, some washing, then went to visit Suzie for a couple of hours, stopped off to see how Bird was doing and chatted there for a bit, then came home and hit the sack again, sleeping another full 8 hours! I awake to bright sunshine, my leg is far less painful, and this vacation, although on its last day, is beginning to look much better. LOL!
Okay, so I’ve learned my lesson. The next time I book days off, I’ll visit the doctor a month BEFORE the allotted period, I will unplug the phones, I’ll tell all and sundry that I am going to Timbuktu, then keep my head down. Right now, at this very moment, I’ll stop my whining and get my butt out into this invigorating mountain air and join my doggies, who are waiting patiently for my company.
I hope you are enjoying the day too, y’all! I’m sending out my SMILE, humming “My, what a beautiful morning…” Sing along with me, and please send that smile on….
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Tomorrow I go back to the office. The short week of vacation is over. Let’s see….how did it go? MMM…Monday was a lost cause – my leg was swollen and painful, although I did manage to read a whole book. Tuesday was the event at my doctor’s office, certainly not helping my mood, but that was offset by the cuddles from the grandsons. Because I didn’t sleep many hours the first 2 days, I spent most of Wednesday morning in bed, only rushing to get dressed when I received the call that one of my associates was on his way to my house. Yep – that was for business which couldn’t wait, so I worked, albeit from home, Wednesday afternoon into the evening. On Thursday the phone started ringing early - more office things needing an immediate response – and this went on until Thursday night. I took a break by going to one of my ‘used-to-be-favourite’ restaurants for a late supper, only to find that its 5-star meal has fallen to a 1-star category, but still charging the same high prices. How disappointing! Friday morning was a funeral, and the afternoon spent taking my bro, Bird, to the hospital for x-rays of his lungs. We think he has developed pneumonia again and, because he knew I was on vacation, he waited until he could hardly breathe before calling to tell me about it – the dummy! Back from the hospital I fell into bed, and slept for 14 hours!!!! Man, did I feel good when I got up yesterday!! I did some writing, some washing, then went to visit Suzie for a couple of hours, stopped off to see how Bird was doing and chatted there for a bit, then came home and hit the sack again, sleeping another full 8 hours! I awake to bright sunshine, my leg is far less painful, and this vacation, although on its last day, is beginning to look much better. LOL!
Okay, so I’ve learned my lesson. The next time I book days off, I’ll visit the doctor a month BEFORE the allotted period, I will unplug the phones, I’ll tell all and sundry that I am going to Timbuktu, then keep my head down. Right now, at this very moment, I’ll stop my whining and get my butt out into this invigorating mountain air and join my doggies, who are waiting patiently for my company.
I hope you are enjoying the day too, y’all! I’m sending out my SMILE, humming “My, what a beautiful morning…” Sing along with me, and please send that smile on….
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
A MOTHER'S PASSING
I wasn’t looking forward to the funeral. The deceased lady had been found alone in her apartment. Her torment from a long history of substance abuse was over. The authorities contacted her only child, a young man dear to my heart. He is a close friend of my son, therefore of our whole family and, a few years ago, had shared our lodgings while studying to become an engineer. He was still reeling from learning of his wife’s 12 month secret love affair, the necessity of selling his new home, and having to adjust to seeing his two year old twins every second week, none of it at his instigation – and now this.
I knew he would be strong and would bear up with dignity, because that is his way. He stood with his head high, his face inscrutable, surrounded by his numerous, sympathetic friends, and his father’s second family. What saddened me most was thinking that his mother, because of the troubled, and troublesome, path she had trod in her lifetime, would be passing on leaving only her son to remember and mourn her with any kind of love. I’m sure many people considered it a blessing in disguise.
A person rose from her seat and made her way to the pulpit, holding a sheaf of papers in shaking hands. Sincere sorrow laced her voice as she told us of days gone by; days when her friend, now just ashes in an urn at her feet, had danced and sang and loved and laughed; the days before, and between, the bouts of a depressing and consuming alcohol addiction. As my eyes filled with tears, I silently thanked the speaker. The son bowed his head. I am sure that he felt as I did. His mother’s life still meant something to someone else after all.
When it was over, and I was in my truck on my way home, I sent her out my message by telepathy. “Well, Suzie, “I told her, “Maybe your turbulent existence was needed to make him strong. If that’s the case, your life was a success...”
I didn’t need to add that I hoped, for her next time around, she would have an easier time of it. The feeling was there, and I’m certain she understood.
I knew he would be strong and would bear up with dignity, because that is his way. He stood with his head high, his face inscrutable, surrounded by his numerous, sympathetic friends, and his father’s second family. What saddened me most was thinking that his mother, because of the troubled, and troublesome, path she had trod in her lifetime, would be passing on leaving only her son to remember and mourn her with any kind of love. I’m sure many people considered it a blessing in disguise.
A person rose from her seat and made her way to the pulpit, holding a sheaf of papers in shaking hands. Sincere sorrow laced her voice as she told us of days gone by; days when her friend, now just ashes in an urn at her feet, had danced and sang and loved and laughed; the days before, and between, the bouts of a depressing and consuming alcohol addiction. As my eyes filled with tears, I silently thanked the speaker. The son bowed his head. I am sure that he felt as I did. His mother’s life still meant something to someone else after all.
When it was over, and I was in my truck on my way home, I sent her out my message by telepathy. “Well, Suzie, “I told her, “Maybe your turbulent existence was needed to make him strong. If that’s the case, your life was a success...”
I didn’t need to add that I hoped, for her next time around, she would have an easier time of it. The feeling was there, and I’m certain she understood.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
AND WHAT DID I DO TO YOU?
The swelling in my leg was getting worse, and painful. Because my doctor’s office is a 45 minute drive from home, I called his receptionist early Monday morning, explained that I must have lost the prescription for the anti-inflammation medication, and could he please fax another to my pharmacy? “The doctor isn’t in before Tuesday,” she told me abruptly, “and you’ll have to come to the office if you want another prescription.” When I repeated my request for the fax, she answered that it would be a long time before that would happen. In other words – if you want your prescription anytime soon, lady, get your butt over here and pick it up, and arrive before 2 PM., or go without. Her attitude on the telephone left much to be desired. Oh well, everyone has a bad day now and then.
Needless to say, I spent another sleepless night. Tylenol took away some of the pain, but not enough to be comfortable. I was pretty grumpy by the time I limped into the doctor’s office this morning, but the two receptionists seemed even grumpier. Hardly looking at me, one of them told me to sit and wait; she would ask him to write it out between seeing two patients. When I asked how long I could expect to wait, she replied, “He’s not going to interrupt his session with a patient just to make your prescription.” Still bewildered by her surliness, I reminded her that I had travelled a long distance, and that a fax would have been easier for all of us. Her response was “It’s not our fault you lost your prescription!”
Okay. I couldn’t argue with that, but one doesn’t lose things on purpose, and her attitude was totally lacking professionalism. I limped over to a chair, wondering what I’d done to merit that kind of treatment. They see me once a year, for Heaven’s sake, and it’s just in and out. Maybe the $1.00 long distance fax charge was too big an expense for the doctor’s office?
During the next 40 minutes, two patients, one after the other, went in, then out, and I still hadn’t been called. I could feel my temper rising. “If they make me wait for one more,” I fumed silently, “they had better have a damned good reason!” It was 5 minutes before noon when one of my objects of displeasure waddled out from behind the desk and locked the waiting room door.
“It’s lunchtime,” she stated shortly. The three of us still sitting there glanced at each other. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one thinking that, with her size, missing a lunch would only do her good. I saw an elderly man peer through the small window in the door. Of all the bloody nerve! She had locked it right in his face! It was too much for me so, looking neither left nor right, I limped over and opened it to let him enter. The poor fellow thanked me, and then shuffled over to the desk. He told the receptionists that he had just finished passing tests at the hospital and needed to pick up a paper before returning to pass some more. They grumbled something about it being dinnertime, but did give him his paper.
Maybe they were worried that I’d let someone else in, because I heard my name called. The receptionist who had talked to me on the telephone the day before busied herself near me, changing paper on the examination table. My doctor, a nice young chap, smiled when he saw me. “I’m sorry, I must have lost the prescription you gave me,” I told him, as I lowered myself to a chair beside his desk.
“No, no!” he replied. “It was me who forgot to give it to you. I noticed after you had left, but figured you would call and we could fax it over to your pharmacy.”
WHAT!!??
I turned to look at the receptionist. She was keeping her head down, but I knew she could hear every word we were saying. Just in case her ears were as bad as her attitude, I raised my voice when I told the doctor what had happened and how rudely I had been treated. It was evident he was embarrassed by the situation, so I stopped short of stating that any employee in my office would be severely reprimanded, if not dismissed, in similar circumstances.
Eh bien, all’s well that ends well. My growling had already subsided during my long drive back, my prescription safely in my pocket. The weather was great, the truck windows open, and I was on vacation, after all. How can one stay upset? I stopped at my youngest son’s home to give my daughter-in-law her birthday present, and any residual anger was blown away by the many sweet hugs and kisses from my two little grandsons. I’ve started the medication and, hopefully, will not have to spend the rest of my vacation days limping!
I sat outside on my gallery, a cool drink in hand, doggies at my feet, and admired my mountain view as I thought back over the event. I suppose I should count myself lucky even having a family doctor, or easy access to medical help. There are many who go without, and need it more. Dealing with sick people on a regular basis must make it difficult to stay in good humour. However, you know what you’re getting into when you choose that type of profession…..
The result of my musing was definite. “Yep,” I said out loud to my doggies. “Excuses aside, if any employee at our office did that, I would CAN her ass!!” They both wagged their tails. Any decision I made was good with them.
Was it important? Not really. So enough with the complaining, and bring on the SMILES. Life is good.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Needless to say, I spent another sleepless night. Tylenol took away some of the pain, but not enough to be comfortable. I was pretty grumpy by the time I limped into the doctor’s office this morning, but the two receptionists seemed even grumpier. Hardly looking at me, one of them told me to sit and wait; she would ask him to write it out between seeing two patients. When I asked how long I could expect to wait, she replied, “He’s not going to interrupt his session with a patient just to make your prescription.” Still bewildered by her surliness, I reminded her that I had travelled a long distance, and that a fax would have been easier for all of us. Her response was “It’s not our fault you lost your prescription!”
Okay. I couldn’t argue with that, but one doesn’t lose things on purpose, and her attitude was totally lacking professionalism. I limped over to a chair, wondering what I’d done to merit that kind of treatment. They see me once a year, for Heaven’s sake, and it’s just in and out. Maybe the $1.00 long distance fax charge was too big an expense for the doctor’s office?
During the next 40 minutes, two patients, one after the other, went in, then out, and I still hadn’t been called. I could feel my temper rising. “If they make me wait for one more,” I fumed silently, “they had better have a damned good reason!” It was 5 minutes before noon when one of my objects of displeasure waddled out from behind the desk and locked the waiting room door.
“It’s lunchtime,” she stated shortly. The three of us still sitting there glanced at each other. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one thinking that, with her size, missing a lunch would only do her good. I saw an elderly man peer through the small window in the door. Of all the bloody nerve! She had locked it right in his face! It was too much for me so, looking neither left nor right, I limped over and opened it to let him enter. The poor fellow thanked me, and then shuffled over to the desk. He told the receptionists that he had just finished passing tests at the hospital and needed to pick up a paper before returning to pass some more. They grumbled something about it being dinnertime, but did give him his paper.
Maybe they were worried that I’d let someone else in, because I heard my name called. The receptionist who had talked to me on the telephone the day before busied herself near me, changing paper on the examination table. My doctor, a nice young chap, smiled when he saw me. “I’m sorry, I must have lost the prescription you gave me,” I told him, as I lowered myself to a chair beside his desk.
“No, no!” he replied. “It was me who forgot to give it to you. I noticed after you had left, but figured you would call and we could fax it over to your pharmacy.”
WHAT!!??
I turned to look at the receptionist. She was keeping her head down, but I knew she could hear every word we were saying. Just in case her ears were as bad as her attitude, I raised my voice when I told the doctor what had happened and how rudely I had been treated. It was evident he was embarrassed by the situation, so I stopped short of stating that any employee in my office would be severely reprimanded, if not dismissed, in similar circumstances.
Eh bien, all’s well that ends well. My growling had already subsided during my long drive back, my prescription safely in my pocket. The weather was great, the truck windows open, and I was on vacation, after all. How can one stay upset? I stopped at my youngest son’s home to give my daughter-in-law her birthday present, and any residual anger was blown away by the many sweet hugs and kisses from my two little grandsons. I’ve started the medication and, hopefully, will not have to spend the rest of my vacation days limping!
I sat outside on my gallery, a cool drink in hand, doggies at my feet, and admired my mountain view as I thought back over the event. I suppose I should count myself lucky even having a family doctor, or easy access to medical help. There are many who go without, and need it more. Dealing with sick people on a regular basis must make it difficult to stay in good humour. However, you know what you’re getting into when you choose that type of profession…..
The result of my musing was definite. “Yep,” I said out loud to my doggies. “Excuses aside, if any employee at our office did that, I would CAN her ass!!” They both wagged their tails. Any decision I made was good with them.
Was it important? Not really. So enough with the complaining, and bring on the SMILES. Life is good.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Monday, August 17, 2009
VACATION - & HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAY!
Today is my daughter-in-law’s birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAY!! She is the beautiful mama of my two youngest grandchildren, Nalou & Bali, a terrific artist, and a sweet person. I hope my Jo has planned a good time for his lovely lady!
Saturday I started the long-awaited vacation. It was a sunny, hot, ‘about time it’s summer’ day, and besides washing clothes, I spent most of it reading a book – a nice, thick book about a nurse’s experiences in World War II. I did run quickly into the pharmacy to pick up the anti-inflammatory medication for my leg, only to discover that I had either left the darned prescription with the doctor, or lost it when putting the other papers he gave me (for tests) into my purse. Today I’ll have to call him back and ask him to fax it over. I also need to call the clinic to set up the appointment for x-rays.
Yesterday Suzie and I went into the office and cleaned the area for the stagiare who will be starting this morning. It was some hot in the city, I’ll tell you! There was a man painting the stairway in the building entrance and Suzie, wearing her famous high heels, grabbed the wall railing to keep from falling. Her expression was priceless as she stared at her hand full of yellow, oil paint. I was laughing so hard that I could hardly make it up to the top of the stairs, LOL! It didn’t take us long to finish up, and we headed back to the country. As we turned onto Route 50, the change in the air was noticeable – it was so much cooler away from all the asphalt & cement of Montreal. We dropped some empty boxes off for Shan’s move, and then went to Suzie’s house. I only stayed for a few minutes before making my way home – I was ready for a sleep. Toiling in that kind of heat sure saps away energy!
And today? This morning I am preparing work for the stagiare, which I’ll send by e-mail to the office. Then Shan will need my truck at some point today – her automobile has a brake problem so will be in the garage. She needs to pick up the cheque for her house sale from the purchaser’s Notary to drop it off at the bank. Later this week she will be signing the papers to finalize her new home, then it’s moving time. I have phone calls to make, and will start on my list of housecleaning. You can be sure I’ll take time to laze occasionally on the gallery, and to play with the doggies. It is vacation, after all! Later this evening I’ll drop in to give May her birthday card and gift, at the same time get some ‘granny-hugs’ from the little dudes.
One priority of the time away from work will be to catch up on sleep. If that needs to happen during the day, so be it, even if the housecleaning takes place at night. I’ll turn off the phone, and snooze until my body & mind begin to feel normal again. A week should be long enough to fix me up nearly as good as new, before going into the rush of autumn’s workload; and a rush it will be. It has already started.
The Weather Network is promising a day of sunshine again. I hope you can all get out and enjoy it! Don’t forget those SMILES! My own is already all over my face – no rush hour for me this morning! Yipee!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday I started the long-awaited vacation. It was a sunny, hot, ‘about time it’s summer’ day, and besides washing clothes, I spent most of it reading a book – a nice, thick book about a nurse’s experiences in World War II. I did run quickly into the pharmacy to pick up the anti-inflammatory medication for my leg, only to discover that I had either left the darned prescription with the doctor, or lost it when putting the other papers he gave me (for tests) into my purse. Today I’ll have to call him back and ask him to fax it over. I also need to call the clinic to set up the appointment for x-rays.
Yesterday Suzie and I went into the office and cleaned the area for the stagiare who will be starting this morning. It was some hot in the city, I’ll tell you! There was a man painting the stairway in the building entrance and Suzie, wearing her famous high heels, grabbed the wall railing to keep from falling. Her expression was priceless as she stared at her hand full of yellow, oil paint. I was laughing so hard that I could hardly make it up to the top of the stairs, LOL! It didn’t take us long to finish up, and we headed back to the country. As we turned onto Route 50, the change in the air was noticeable – it was so much cooler away from all the asphalt & cement of Montreal. We dropped some empty boxes off for Shan’s move, and then went to Suzie’s house. I only stayed for a few minutes before making my way home – I was ready for a sleep. Toiling in that kind of heat sure saps away energy!
And today? This morning I am preparing work for the stagiare, which I’ll send by e-mail to the office. Then Shan will need my truck at some point today – her automobile has a brake problem so will be in the garage. She needs to pick up the cheque for her house sale from the purchaser’s Notary to drop it off at the bank. Later this week she will be signing the papers to finalize her new home, then it’s moving time. I have phone calls to make, and will start on my list of housecleaning. You can be sure I’ll take time to laze occasionally on the gallery, and to play with the doggies. It is vacation, after all! Later this evening I’ll drop in to give May her birthday card and gift, at the same time get some ‘granny-hugs’ from the little dudes.
One priority of the time away from work will be to catch up on sleep. If that needs to happen during the day, so be it, even if the housecleaning takes place at night. I’ll turn off the phone, and snooze until my body & mind begin to feel normal again. A week should be long enough to fix me up nearly as good as new, before going into the rush of autumn’s workload; and a rush it will be. It has already started.
The Weather Network is promising a day of sunshine again. I hope you can all get out and enjoy it! Don’t forget those SMILES! My own is already all over my face – no rush hour for me this morning! Yipee!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
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