Finally!
After 7 months of nasty emotions and hurt feelings, my DIL and I have made a tentative peace. She stopped in at the house last night, at my request...and prodding from my youngest son, no doubt... so that we could talk it out.
It can never be the same. The bridge was blown, and it will take some time to rebuild, but at least the plans are laid. Hopefully a stronger structure will come out of the turmoil.
The Rug rats have been clamouring to visit Mémère, and they are 3 very determined young fellows. God bless little children!!
I know my daughter and older son are waiting to see how things turned out; they both contacted me earlier last night (as did my oldest Rug rat), delighted that the meet was to take place.
The disruption of our close-knit group was more than just unpleasant. My children realize what is to be gained from the strength of a loving family; it’s a rock to build on and is precious and priceless. We were worried that the Rug rats were missing out on an important part of growing up – the teasing and playing with aunts and uncles and cousins. Things memories are made of, moments that surely also influence one’s decisions when it’s your turn to confront this big, crazy world as an adult. We are each backup for the other, the calm port when seas get too rough.
My DIL left here with a bag of scones and a basket of fresh strawberries – the boys love them and would demolish one in no time while living here with me. It was my way of telling them that Mémère was back, and that our search for fairies is on again!!
As I prepared for bed, I imagined the expressions on their sleepy, round faces when opening the fridge in the morning to find the fruit, and as any grandmother would do with such a picture in mind, I SMILED.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
HELLO? HELLO?
The ID on the telephone said ‘Relais Bell’.
Damn, do I owe them more money? This was the thought going through my mind as I picked up the receiver. My usual query of ‘hello?’ was answered by a nice male voice which proceeded to tell me that this was a call from Tele-Bell, then he asked if I was familiar with it. Thinking he meant the television, for which my server is Bell, I responded that yes, all my services were with that company. I heard him say ‘no, no!...then something about deaf or hard of hearing. Uh-oh, I said to myself, another survey!
“No, I’m maybe half asleep, but not deaf, sir,” I stated. “And I’m sorry, but I have no time for a survey right now.”
I can imagine him thinking ‘No lady, but you are slightly dense!’ as he quickly explained to me that a deaf person was calling me, and he would translate word for word what this person wanted to tell me, and that I was to speak slowly and clearly to him as if I was talking directly to that person, and that when I finished I must state ‘Your turn’.
It was an employee of one of my clients. Her request was that I prepare her 4% vacation pay. It was nothing complicated, but the experience was a first for me, and a pleasant one to boot. I had not been aware that such a service existed. When I hung up the phone, I marvelled at how simple it was to encourage precious independence for those with that particular physical handicap. Granted, I am not sure that I would hold a hot and lusty conversation with a lover this way – it’s the three’s a crowd thing – but for ordinary conversation it was ideal.
Then, with my devious mind, I began to wonder if the translators have not maybe heard things to turn their ears red as they transferred messages back and forth. This, of course, led to my thinking up some repartee that would have the callers chuckling as they imagined the expression on the shocked, or amused, or embarrassed human performing the service. As the brain worked, back came memories of two 14 year old girls purposely fabricating some wild stories because they knew there were people listening in on the telephone party line (Yes – it was Dawna and Yours truly).
You know – that had me SMILING for the rest of the day!! Sharing with y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Damn, do I owe them more money? This was the thought going through my mind as I picked up the receiver. My usual query of ‘hello?’ was answered by a nice male voice which proceeded to tell me that this was a call from Tele-Bell, then he asked if I was familiar with it. Thinking he meant the television, for which my server is Bell, I responded that yes, all my services were with that company. I heard him say ‘no, no!...then something about deaf or hard of hearing. Uh-oh, I said to myself, another survey!
“No, I’m maybe half asleep, but not deaf, sir,” I stated. “And I’m sorry, but I have no time for a survey right now.”
I can imagine him thinking ‘No lady, but you are slightly dense!’ as he quickly explained to me that a deaf person was calling me, and he would translate word for word what this person wanted to tell me, and that I was to speak slowly and clearly to him as if I was talking directly to that person, and that when I finished I must state ‘Your turn’.
It was an employee of one of my clients. Her request was that I prepare her 4% vacation pay. It was nothing complicated, but the experience was a first for me, and a pleasant one to boot. I had not been aware that such a service existed. When I hung up the phone, I marvelled at how simple it was to encourage precious independence for those with that particular physical handicap. Granted, I am not sure that I would hold a hot and lusty conversation with a lover this way – it’s the three’s a crowd thing – but for ordinary conversation it was ideal.
Then, with my devious mind, I began to wonder if the translators have not maybe heard things to turn their ears red as they transferred messages back and forth. This, of course, led to my thinking up some repartee that would have the callers chuckling as they imagined the expression on the shocked, or amused, or embarrassed human performing the service. As the brain worked, back came memories of two 14 year old girls purposely fabricating some wild stories because they knew there were people listening in on the telephone party line (Yes – it was Dawna and Yours truly).
You know – that had me SMILING for the rest of the day!! Sharing with y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
HOARDER, YOU SAY?
My house has been upside down for the past 2 years, if not more. When Bird moved in with me, lock, stock and barrel (he didn’t want to throw anything away), my stuff was shifted around to make room, then shifted another time to store office furniture when the business closed in the city, and even more so when my son and his family shared this residence...and now there is Helen who is attempting to fix up her space in here. Each brought furniture and belongings, most of which stayed even if the occupants, except for Helen, of course, did not.
Add to that everything that my grandson and his little GF have collected for themselves and the coming baby. They are in the process of buying their first home, so family and friends are loading them with articles they may need. They are storing it here until their move, which should take place in early fall.
An unsuspecting guest would be surprised to turn a corner of any room and be confronted with a leaning mattress, and/or a couple of couches piled one on top of the other, a baby stroller, and other articles too numerous to mention. Oh, can’t forget the bulging boxes....plenty of boxes, often stacked and teetering so that one manoeuvres carefully, very carefully, around them. If I was a ‘neat-freak’, like my friend, Suzie, I’d have surely been picked up by the white coats by now. A Hoarder’s Paradise!
UGH!
Watching poor Helen struggle to clean the room upstairs spurred me to action. I called my son, who will arrange to recuperate his leftover beds and toys and clothes this week. Another truck will be coming for the office furniture on Saturday or Sunday, whichever day it doesn’t rain, and will empty the garage. Helen and I marked things to be either left for large Garbage disposal, or dropped off at the Charity Central in the village, which will also be taken care of this weekend. Because there is plenty of good furniture, Helen will use what is already here instead of buying anything more. I may finally get to remember what my floors look like when bare!!
Then it will probably be time to repair and paint....so right back into the fray we will go!!
Oh well, my sanity is saved by escaping outside and walking among the trees and rocks and wildflowers. Each is where it is supposed to be, designated by that most talented of artists, Mother Nature. It never fails to make me SMILE.
Sending y’all a few of them to help with your day!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Add to that everything that my grandson and his little GF have collected for themselves and the coming baby. They are in the process of buying their first home, so family and friends are loading them with articles they may need. They are storing it here until their move, which should take place in early fall.
An unsuspecting guest would be surprised to turn a corner of any room and be confronted with a leaning mattress, and/or a couple of couches piled one on top of the other, a baby stroller, and other articles too numerous to mention. Oh, can’t forget the bulging boxes....plenty of boxes, often stacked and teetering so that one manoeuvres carefully, very carefully, around them. If I was a ‘neat-freak’, like my friend, Suzie, I’d have surely been picked up by the white coats by now. A Hoarder’s Paradise!
UGH!
Watching poor Helen struggle to clean the room upstairs spurred me to action. I called my son, who will arrange to recuperate his leftover beds and toys and clothes this week. Another truck will be coming for the office furniture on Saturday or Sunday, whichever day it doesn’t rain, and will empty the garage. Helen and I marked things to be either left for large Garbage disposal, or dropped off at the Charity Central in the village, which will also be taken care of this weekend. Because there is plenty of good furniture, Helen will use what is already here instead of buying anything more. I may finally get to remember what my floors look like when bare!!
Then it will probably be time to repair and paint....so right back into the fray we will go!!
Oh well, my sanity is saved by escaping outside and walking among the trees and rocks and wildflowers. Each is where it is supposed to be, designated by that most talented of artists, Mother Nature. It never fails to make me SMILE.
Sending y’all a few of them to help with your day!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Monday, July 29, 2013
THE FIGHT
Well, the inevitable finally happened! Grump had a serious tussle with the neighbour’s two vicious dogs, the ones I am constantly chasing from my yard, the ones that provoke so many complaints in this area, with even police visits to the idiot owner. This time though, Grump was the initiator, and went to attack them when they were tied together in their own yard. Yegads!! Can you imagine if an innocent child had wandered close to those brutes?
Grump has never gone there on his own, but on Saturday my grandson’s four-wheeler bike stalled in front of the neighbour’s house. My friend, who was doing yard work here, went to give him a push in the hopes of the motor turning over, and Grump followed him. The neighbor’s mouthy animals were barking, barking, barking (they do the same if we even shut a door here at home), and I guess my pit is just so thoroughly fed up with them....who knows? When Grump went running to them, both the boys called for him to come back. Grump listens well...to me...but I was not there, and he ignored their calls, and the above is the result. They both outweigh him, but it was a wicked fight before the men could break it up. I don’t know in what condition the other dogs are, nor do I care at this point.
Being in full throes of insomnia, having only slept a couple of hours Friday night , I had returned to bed and had just been lulled to snooze with the sound of the lawnmower and the smell of fresh cut grass. Helen woke me with “You had better get up! Grump’s been badly hurt!” I think my heart stopped. The first thing that came to mind was his being hit by the lawn tractor, or a car coming into the yard. But no. My doggie had been flexing his muscles and, in spite of numerous bites, was showing every sign of wanting to go back and finish it.
We finally had him quiet. After checking that none of the gnashes were too deep, we washed his wounds with antiseptic, then watched as his adrenaline was replaced by pain...much pain. There is no 24 hour vet service in this area for domestic animals, so I decided to keep a close eye on him and wait until Monday to take him in.
Saturday was a long night. He was not moving. He couldn’t get up onto his couch, of course, so I put a blanket on the floor beside it. I gave him an extra-strength aspirin to dull the pain, then spent the night next to him, encouraging him to drink water, talking to him, fondling his ears. Whenever I’m hurting, this doggie doesn’t leave my side; I wasn’t about to leave his. On Sunday morning it seemed worse, so we loaded him into the car, and I went to the Emergency clinic in the city. They shaved and cleaned and gave me antibiotics and more antiseptic and a bill for $368.00. It seriously dented my bank account but, as anyone who loves a pet knows, I’d have begged, borrowed or stole to get him the care.
The vet warned me not to let Grump (nor his buddy, Smooch) lick the wounds, as dogs are prone to do. She didn’t give me a cone for his head because she was quite sure that Grump, being so massive and in such pain, could not twist enough to get at the abrasions. She obviously has something to learn about pits. By this evening he was hopping around, nearly back to himself, and concentrating on cleaning the areas he was not supposed to be able to reach. Tough mutt!! I can’t watch him constantly, so I dug out an old T-shirt and put it on him to discourage the action. His picture shows exactly what he thought of such an idea! Maybe it’s the powder blue color; a Black Sabbath T is probably more his style. Tomorrow I’ll have him fitted for a cone with the local vet.
An unpleasant business, but it could have been so much worse. Most of the other neighbors, unanimous in their dislike of his two opponents, came to see how he was faring. Everyone loves my Grump, and that thought makes me SMILE.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Sorry, Readers - for some reason the pictures won't post on my Blog. They are on Facebook if anyone cares to take a look.
Grump has never gone there on his own, but on Saturday my grandson’s four-wheeler bike stalled in front of the neighbour’s house. My friend, who was doing yard work here, went to give him a push in the hopes of the motor turning over, and Grump followed him. The neighbor’s mouthy animals were barking, barking, barking (they do the same if we even shut a door here at home), and I guess my pit is just so thoroughly fed up with them....who knows? When Grump went running to them, both the boys called for him to come back. Grump listens well...to me...but I was not there, and he ignored their calls, and the above is the result. They both outweigh him, but it was a wicked fight before the men could break it up. I don’t know in what condition the other dogs are, nor do I care at this point.
Being in full throes of insomnia, having only slept a couple of hours Friday night , I had returned to bed and had just been lulled to snooze with the sound of the lawnmower and the smell of fresh cut grass. Helen woke me with “You had better get up! Grump’s been badly hurt!” I think my heart stopped. The first thing that came to mind was his being hit by the lawn tractor, or a car coming into the yard. But no. My doggie had been flexing his muscles and, in spite of numerous bites, was showing every sign of wanting to go back and finish it.
We finally had him quiet. After checking that none of the gnashes were too deep, we washed his wounds with antiseptic, then watched as his adrenaline was replaced by pain...much pain. There is no 24 hour vet service in this area for domestic animals, so I decided to keep a close eye on him and wait until Monday to take him in.
Saturday was a long night. He was not moving. He couldn’t get up onto his couch, of course, so I put a blanket on the floor beside it. I gave him an extra-strength aspirin to dull the pain, then spent the night next to him, encouraging him to drink water, talking to him, fondling his ears. Whenever I’m hurting, this doggie doesn’t leave my side; I wasn’t about to leave his. On Sunday morning it seemed worse, so we loaded him into the car, and I went to the Emergency clinic in the city. They shaved and cleaned and gave me antibiotics and more antiseptic and a bill for $368.00. It seriously dented my bank account but, as anyone who loves a pet knows, I’d have begged, borrowed or stole to get him the care.
The vet warned me not to let Grump (nor his buddy, Smooch) lick the wounds, as dogs are prone to do. She didn’t give me a cone for his head because she was quite sure that Grump, being so massive and in such pain, could not twist enough to get at the abrasions. She obviously has something to learn about pits. By this evening he was hopping around, nearly back to himself, and concentrating on cleaning the areas he was not supposed to be able to reach. Tough mutt!! I can’t watch him constantly, so I dug out an old T-shirt and put it on him to discourage the action. His picture shows exactly what he thought of such an idea! Maybe it’s the powder blue color; a Black Sabbath T is probably more his style. Tomorrow I’ll have him fitted for a cone with the local vet.
An unpleasant business, but it could have been so much worse. Most of the other neighbors, unanimous in their dislike of his two opponents, came to see how he was faring. Everyone loves my Grump, and that thought makes me SMILE.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Sorry, Readers - for some reason the pictures won't post on my Blog. They are on Facebook if anyone cares to take a look.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
PUSH BUTTON RESPONSE
Another day spent largely on the telephone, pressing 1 for this, and 2 for that, and 3 for something else, until I could talk to a REAL person, who would put me on hold every two minutes or so to go and ‘verify’ any info I required. Whatever happened to those knowledgeable civil servants who could answer inquiries without having to look it up? Have they all retired?? I guess that’s a useless question.
In any case, all the address changes for Helen have been made, so she is now feeling less anxious and more at home. She was also tickled to hear that my son, during his stopover for coffee last night, turned to his Japanese wife and stated, “Well, I guess we’ll have two old ladies to look after when the time comes.” Such acceptance, although it could have been expressed in more complimentary terms, is good for self esteem.
It was my favorite kind of weather today; lots of sun but still cool enough for a sweater (with big pockets for balls and treats) and great for walking with the doggies. The latter part of the afternoon was passed doing just that, much to their delight. Smooch is responding well to training, and Grump is always the perfect companion on or off leash. The two kitties followed behind us slowly, trying to pretend that they were above such silly creatures as canines, but ever watchful of their antics with the squeaky balls. We returned to the house for their supper, which I dished out of the slow cooker where it had been simmering since early morning. I’ve been feeding them more meat than fabricated pet food lately, mixed with pure pumpkin to add fiber and keep intestines healthy. It makes a big difference, especially for Smooch-of the-delicate-stomach, and the cost is about the same if one can visit a butcher for pieces he would discard or sell cheap anyway.
I have a worker/visitor coming to spend the weekend, and welcome he will be! The grass and yard are due for attention, there is a long list of small repairs for the predicted rainy Sunday, and Helen could use some arm-power to carry more boxes upstairs to her room. It’s not at all a bad return for a couple of home-cooked meals and the benefits of enjoying our fresh, clear mountain bush air. A win-win situation.
I’m in that insomnia stage again, where I grab sleep when I can, always fearing (often accurately) that it will be the last for the next 24 hours. Right now I do believe that Morpheus has sneaked in here and is nudging me towards my bed. I won’t take the chance on missing his brief stay, so will say goodnight to y’all.
Sending you big SMILES to sweeten your dreams!!
Luv from the bush in Quebec
In any case, all the address changes for Helen have been made, so she is now feeling less anxious and more at home. She was also tickled to hear that my son, during his stopover for coffee last night, turned to his Japanese wife and stated, “Well, I guess we’ll have two old ladies to look after when the time comes.” Such acceptance, although it could have been expressed in more complimentary terms, is good for self esteem.
It was my favorite kind of weather today; lots of sun but still cool enough for a sweater (with big pockets for balls and treats) and great for walking with the doggies. The latter part of the afternoon was passed doing just that, much to their delight. Smooch is responding well to training, and Grump is always the perfect companion on or off leash. The two kitties followed behind us slowly, trying to pretend that they were above such silly creatures as canines, but ever watchful of their antics with the squeaky balls. We returned to the house for their supper, which I dished out of the slow cooker where it had been simmering since early morning. I’ve been feeding them more meat than fabricated pet food lately, mixed with pure pumpkin to add fiber and keep intestines healthy. It makes a big difference, especially for Smooch-of the-delicate-stomach, and the cost is about the same if one can visit a butcher for pieces he would discard or sell cheap anyway.
I have a worker/visitor coming to spend the weekend, and welcome he will be! The grass and yard are due for attention, there is a long list of small repairs for the predicted rainy Sunday, and Helen could use some arm-power to carry more boxes upstairs to her room. It’s not at all a bad return for a couple of home-cooked meals and the benefits of enjoying our fresh, clear mountain bush air. A win-win situation.
I’m in that insomnia stage again, where I grab sleep when I can, always fearing (often accurately) that it will be the last for the next 24 hours. Right now I do believe that Morpheus has sneaked in here and is nudging me towards my bed. I won’t take the chance on missing his brief stay, so will say goodnight to y’all.
Sending you big SMILES to sweeten your dreams!!
Luv from the bush in Quebec
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
WHETHER...AND WEATHER
The results of all those tests are back, and the doc actually admitted that I could be right – I’m not in tiptop shape anymore, but it wasn’t as bad as he feared. Most of the symptoms were coincidental (that’s where my self-diagnosis was accurate), all happening at the same time, yet he was wise to be very thorough. He gave me a few rules to follow, then scheduled a follow-up scan for January. We parted friends, LOL.
I did contact my youngest and extended an olive branch of sorts for his lady; her reaction, or lack of, will tell us how much importance she attributes to the wellbeing of her man and her children.
We have been busy with Helen’s moving in; change of address from one province to another takes more time, is more complicated, and the language is a barrier in her case. She does understand most French and English, but panics when confronted with paperwork. It’s a throwback from her days in Germany, where official documents were required to move from one apartment to another even in the same building.
Two rather fierce storms roared through this area; the one on the weekend resulted in a burnt power source for my main computer. My Cuban friend was able to do the repairs on Sunday, which enabled me to continue working the next day. Grateful was me that all my data was intact!
I sat with the doggies on the gallery and watched the second storm roll in, each huge cloud blacker than the one before, shags of lightning brightening the skies, then the boom of thunder resonating in the late afternoon. It was awesome to see, and to listen as the rain approached from far, first softly, then pelting down so loudly that you couldn’t hear yourself think. That’s when my four legged companions looked at me with apprehension, anxious to take shelter inside but unwilling to leave me alone out there. I had forgotten to unlock my bedroom door, which is protected by the hangover roof, so we had to hightail it through the torrents and enter by the kitchen. The three of us were soaked in just that short distance, but my boys think that whatever the mistress does is fine as long as we’re together, so their tails were wagging, and I, feeling like a kid again, was SMILING with the adventure!!!
Sharing those SMILES with you – wet, but warm.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
I did contact my youngest and extended an olive branch of sorts for his lady; her reaction, or lack of, will tell us how much importance she attributes to the wellbeing of her man and her children.
We have been busy with Helen’s moving in; change of address from one province to another takes more time, is more complicated, and the language is a barrier in her case. She does understand most French and English, but panics when confronted with paperwork. It’s a throwback from her days in Germany, where official documents were required to move from one apartment to another even in the same building.
Two rather fierce storms roared through this area; the one on the weekend resulted in a burnt power source for my main computer. My Cuban friend was able to do the repairs on Sunday, which enabled me to continue working the next day. Grateful was me that all my data was intact!
I sat with the doggies on the gallery and watched the second storm roll in, each huge cloud blacker than the one before, shags of lightning brightening the skies, then the boom of thunder resonating in the late afternoon. It was awesome to see, and to listen as the rain approached from far, first softly, then pelting down so loudly that you couldn’t hear yourself think. That’s when my four legged companions looked at me with apprehension, anxious to take shelter inside but unwilling to leave me alone out there. I had forgotten to unlock my bedroom door, which is protected by the hangover roof, so we had to hightail it through the torrents and enter by the kitchen. The three of us were soaked in just that short distance, but my boys think that whatever the mistress does is fine as long as we’re together, so their tails were wagging, and I, feeling like a kid again, was SMILING with the adventure!!!
Sharing those SMILES with you – wet, but warm.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Monday, July 22, 2013
MORE OF THE SAME...AND CHANGES
So – I now have a new roomie. My grandson, Raph, found a better summer job in his own area, and is back in his home as of yesterday. Helen, after a week of quiet reflection, drove down to NB with a buddy on Saturday, collected some personal things, and returned here last night. Hopefully the suggestion that she renovate the area upstairs to her own taste will keep her mind busy while she deals with the aftermath of some rather turbulent changes from the past few months. She’s a strong lady, loves the bush and, most importantly, has been accepted by my two doggies.
The power was restored just in time for our annual birthday party that was held Saturday afternoon until late into the evening. Once again I was surrounded by loving family and friends, including all the little ones jumping in and out of the swimming pool, crawling through the jungle gym, or coming to sit on our laps – wet bathing suits leaving their mark time and time again. My Rug rats, accompanied by a recuperating Daddy, spent the day with us, and I got in as much hugging as I could before they would escape, squealing, to rejoin the fray. DIL was not there, of course, and even if I sound like a B-tch saying it, the day was more pleasant because of her absence.
It’s a delicate situation, one that needs to be fixed. An intense dislike for a member of the family does not sit well in my mind or heart. It is extremely difficult for my son. He and his siblings are not used to their mother being the one holding back when it comes to soothing ruffled feathers, ensuring that our family knot be safe and strong. Each of them will lightly mention it during conversations here and there. Fortunately they know better than to pressure me, and I appreciate that my refusal to discuss it further is respected. However, watching my youngest, who hardly left my side during the whole party, I realized that it has gone on long enough; he’s hurting badly.
The party over, I took a long walk with my doggies, absorbing the soft night sounds of the bush. It is the usual way to do some serious thinking when solutions are required, and it didn’t fail me. I believe I have come up with a plan, one that we can all live with, to at least initiate a reconciliation of sorts. I see the doctor for my test results today at noon, but after my appointment I will contact my son and start the procedure. I’ll be throwing the ball into his lady’s court. Her reaction will determine the next step. Regardless, even if it gets worse before it gets better, I will do all that I can to discourage her creating this rift in our circle. If she continues, on her head be it.
It’s a beautiful summer’s day with perfect temperatures after that excessive heat spell, Morpheus actually stayed around last night for more than a few hours, and if I was twenty years younger I’d be jumping and clicking my heels. Having just passed another birthday, we’ll forget that part. An ungraceful landing is a pretty sure result.
Thankfully, any age can accommodate a SMILE, and mine are floating out from my bush, heading your way!!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
The power was restored just in time for our annual birthday party that was held Saturday afternoon until late into the evening. Once again I was surrounded by loving family and friends, including all the little ones jumping in and out of the swimming pool, crawling through the jungle gym, or coming to sit on our laps – wet bathing suits leaving their mark time and time again. My Rug rats, accompanied by a recuperating Daddy, spent the day with us, and I got in as much hugging as I could before they would escape, squealing, to rejoin the fray. DIL was not there, of course, and even if I sound like a B-tch saying it, the day was more pleasant because of her absence.
It’s a delicate situation, one that needs to be fixed. An intense dislike for a member of the family does not sit well in my mind or heart. It is extremely difficult for my son. He and his siblings are not used to their mother being the one holding back when it comes to soothing ruffled feathers, ensuring that our family knot be safe and strong. Each of them will lightly mention it during conversations here and there. Fortunately they know better than to pressure me, and I appreciate that my refusal to discuss it further is respected. However, watching my youngest, who hardly left my side during the whole party, I realized that it has gone on long enough; he’s hurting badly.
The party over, I took a long walk with my doggies, absorbing the soft night sounds of the bush. It is the usual way to do some serious thinking when solutions are required, and it didn’t fail me. I believe I have come up with a plan, one that we can all live with, to at least initiate a reconciliation of sorts. I see the doctor for my test results today at noon, but after my appointment I will contact my son and start the procedure. I’ll be throwing the ball into his lady’s court. Her reaction will determine the next step. Regardless, even if it gets worse before it gets better, I will do all that I can to discourage her creating this rift in our circle. If she continues, on her head be it.
It’s a beautiful summer’s day with perfect temperatures after that excessive heat spell, Morpheus actually stayed around last night for more than a few hours, and if I was twenty years younger I’d be jumping and clicking my heels. Having just passed another birthday, we’ll forget that part. An ungraceful landing is a pretty sure result.
Thankfully, any age can accommodate a SMILE, and mine are floating out from my bush, heading your way!!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
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