NURSES, GHOSTS AND SNOW

My first call came in this morning at 6:15 AM. I had been up already for an hour or so, and was in front of the computer, by now having read Kilroy’s blog, made my comments in Facebook, and was pursuing some posts in the Blogit writer’s site. When I spoke to my brother last evening, he told me he was not feeling too well, so the phone was on my little bureau by the bed…just in case. When I heard it ring so early, I immediately thought it was him, and I raced to answer it. My heart settled down when I saw the number on the caller ID. It was the nurse’s aid who was on her way to a client’s home in the city. It is the first day for this job, and she was having difficulty finding the place. I logged onto Google map and relayed more directions, then attempted to call the client to warn him that she would be slightly late. He didn’t answer, so I left a message on his voice mail, and I’m now waiting for one of them, the nurse or the client, to confirm that she has arrived, and all is well.

Later today I will be invaded by little ghosts and goblins – it’s our Halloween party, and there should be up to 20 weird beings gathered here. I’ve decided that my costume will be an ‘old lady’ – not too much effort required for me to dress up accordingly, LOL! My son and Yo are to prepare the bags of goodies for the little ones and, instead of pot luck supper, we decided to order a buffet. Most of us are rushing during the week, and having food made to order is one less hassle.

And there is snow out there! It’s no secret that I love the stuff, even if it does cause more work. Shovelling, mopping wet doggie tracks on the floor, carrying up wood….I’ll probably be complaining about all that later into the season. At the moment though, seeing the first layers of it lying here and there on the mountain makes my heart sing! For some reason, winter floods me with a warm, happy feeling. I’m not sure why – maybe it’s a flashback from childhood, the sleighing and skating and snowball fights. Or remembering kisses on the cold, rosy cheeks of my children, all bundled up in scarves and mittens, as we laboured at one of the many snowmen built during the years. Whatever the reason, anything that makes me feel that way is more than welcome!

In fact, I think I’ll pull on my boots and go take a little jaunt out there before it melts away. So, while reading this, folks, you can picture me running around in the yard with the doggies, pitching my first snowball, and you can be sure I’m SMILING! Here’s hoping your morning is making you SMILE too!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec

SMILING!!!

Snow!!! When I got out of bed this morning my gallery was sporting a thin blanket of the beautiful, white stuff. Immediate good mood! I was a child on the farm again, gazing with glee at the first snowfall of the year ; images of toboggans racing down the hill, playing stick hockey on the bumpy river ice and, of course, Christmas - all dancing through my mind! I opened the door for the doggies and laughed out loud as I watched them lift one paw, then the other, their heads down – sniff, sniff – ah yes! We remember this now! It was melted away by noon, but my day was already made.

My ‘happy-ball’ was rolling. The appointment for 11 AM called to postpone until Monday, which allowed me to work from home instead of going into the city office. Yippee! Later, while in town on errands (including reserving a time for winter tire installation), I heard someone call my name, and turned to see a lady smiling at me. It took a moment before I recognized her. It has been years since we’ve seen each other, and it was great to block the aisle (sorry, sir!) and catch up. We exchanged e-mail addresses, and made plans to meet again on her return from Hong Kong at the end of November. She’s a fashion artist, creating new clothes from old, and will be doing a ‘shoot’ there, then she and her husband will spend the rest of the time enjoying the vacation of their dreams. Her passion for her art was so evident that the air sparkled around us. I’m that happy for her!

There is no better way to end the day than with hugs and kisses from my rug rats. On my way home, I made a detour to drop in on my son J. and his family. The three boys do it to me every time – and I guess each grandparent knows exactly what I mean. The joy has no bounds, and I don’t think the love could swell my heart any larger.

I had one last stop; my rural mailbox up the road from the house. I do it just once a week. Since e-mail has become the current method of correspondence, it is mostly only advertising and/or bills anyway, so why spoil each day? This time there was a package. A precious gift from special friends, and they know who they are, and what it was. Suffice it for me to say that it is so very appreciated.

My doggies were ecstatic on my arrival. Their enthusiasm nearly knocked me back down the stairs! I had an armful of wood too! I wonder if I could train them to carry it up for me? If fireplaces burned rocks, I would have no problem at all – Bud would be ‘the man’, LOL!

Now it’s Jacuzzi time again. Contrary to yesterday, with its icky, depressive mood, (even the HABS got it in the neck!), today was right back where life should be: joy and friends and love!!! In French they say ‘Il n’y a rien de trop beau’ which translates as ‘Nothing is too good’.

I’ll take that. Bring it on. I’ll greet it with a SMILE!

Luv from the Bush in Quebec.