As soon as I arrived home, I logged onto the Rescue site, paid my non-refundable $25 for the application form (serious contenders only!), and was informed that it would be sent to my email. Two days later and there was no form, so I made contact by private message, then tried not to panic while waiting for the response. It didn’t take long before the answer came back. ‘Have you checked your junk mail folder?’
Duh! Of course I hadn’t, and that is exactly where I found it. It had been sent the day after my request was made. I hit print, then stared as page after page rolled out. Great Scott! It was like a marriage contract! I gathered it up and began to answer the numerous questions, some of them quite personal. Why did I want this dog? Would my financial situation permit me owning and providing adequate care for the animal? Did I have a fenced yard, and if not, would I be willing to have a fence installed? Where would the dog live, outside or in the house? How many people lived in the lodging – and were there children? Where would the dog sleep? Would the dog be caged when left alone? How would I deal if a dog misbehaved? Could I promise the dog would get regular exercise? And it went on and on..... . I was also to forward a list of each animal I had ever owned, where and at what age I had obtained the animal, if I still had the animal and, if not, why not?
After being warned that unannounced follow-up visits would happen, and that sterilization was absolutely required, I was asked to give 3 reference names; a friend who has known me for a long time, a member of my family, and a vet I had used for at least 4 years. If I was accepted, the cost would be $565, which included all the necessary vaccinations and the sterilization fees, and was to be paid on signing the adoption contract.
It took me more than three hours to complete and return the document. Then I sat back to wait...and wait...and wait. Neither my son, who was the family reference, nor my friend had been called, and it was over a week. Could it be that I wasn’t accepted in spite of all my experience with pit-bulls? I sent another private message – please tell me what is happening. My answer was nearly immediate: This is July 1st in Quebec. We are extremely busy, but Pitiful Mom is on hold for you until we can complete the investigation.
Of course! Those familiar with Quebec will know that each July 1st is the ‘official’ moving day throughout the whole province. If you are changing addresses, you have to be out of your lodging by the end of the day on July 1st. Sadly, it is the worst time of the year for pets. Many are left behind, either surrendered to Rescue organizations or just kicked out into the street, because the majority of landlords will not accept animals. People working in these types of organizations, often volunteers, spend hours and hours combing the cities, helping out where they can, finding and providing shelter and food for the poor animals until they can be re-homed or worse, put down.
Relief – the little lady was on hold for me, and that was all I needed right now. Finally my son called to tell me that the Rescue had been in touch. The questioning was quite long, and very thorough. “But don’t worry, Mom,” he said. “I told them that 95% of humans won’t be as happy or as well off as that dog if she ends up with you. And I’m a good salesman!”
With the events that were to follow, he would upgrade his description to ‘a damned excellent salesman!’
(To be cont’d)
UGH! Still feeling terrible, still on antibiotics and still not able to go to the office. This so-o-o sucks! A bright note? Hockey games have started! And that makes me SMILE!!! Sending your share...big and warm and real!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Friday, September 25, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
PITIFUL MOM
Like all good marketing tools, one click on any particular thing that may interest you on Facebook and you are suddenly bombarded by posts containing similar content. My love for animals, especially doggies, is no secret, and many Adoption Sites, or Lost and Found posts, show up on my screen. One day there was a picture of a young, male pit-bull; he had been hit by a car, they were not sure they could save his leg, and they were looking for the poor baby’s owner. Seeing no update on his condition within two days, I contacted the Rescue Site by private message, asking for news, or if they needed help, and said that I would take him if the owner wasn’t found. They responded by telling me to call them and they would give me the information. I was overjoyed to hear that his owner had been found and was assuming responsibility for all his care – he was a loved pet who had slipped his leash.
One thing led to another, and they mentioned a Site dealing often in pits, and told me to check it out. I did, and found a gorgeous white male, about 6 years old, who was up for adoption. This Site is very strict – you have to be serious about your requests, send in your experience with dogs, especially in the strong race category (Pits, Akitas, Rottweilers, etc) – and they will decide if the dog is a suitable match. They are serious about finding ‘forever homes’ only.
After reading my bio, they discouraged my interest in the male. I have a kitty, and he didn’t like cats. But, they wrote, if I wasn’t set on having a male, they had recently brought in a 2 or 3 year old female pit. She was sweet and gentle, used to other dogs and cats, and had just delivered her 3rd litter of 9 puppies. She would be available in about 6 weeks, as soon as the pups were weaned. They sent me a picture of this little girl, surrounded by her puppies, looking so thin and tired. All their dogs are in foster homes rather than kennels, and they gave me permission to contact the foster Mother to set up a meeting.
The date was set. I left work early and made my way to downtown Montreal to meet the little lady. I knocked on the door, it was opened, and she immediately came running. Her pups were in an enclosure in the same room and, like all good mommies, she was being protective. I had expected this, so I didn’t even look at her or the babies. I smiled and chatted with the Fosters, leaving my hands by my side, letting her sniff all over this stranger. Suddenly she stood up on her hind legs, putting her front ones on my shoulders and we looked into each others’ eyes. The Fosters made a move to pull her down but stopped when I shook my head. We stood like that for a moment, then I smiled, reached over and rubbed her behind the ears, and said calmly, ‘Hello sweetheart. Are we going to be best friends?’ She smiled back at me (yes, dogs do smile), got down and promptly sat on my foot, leaning into my legs...and stayed there for most of my visit. I glanced at the puppies – they were too cute – but I didn’t approach them. Trust doesn’t happen in an hour, and anyway, I was already wanting to bring them all home with me. It was safer for me to keep my distance.
She would be ready to come home by the end of July. If my application for her adoption was approved, I would be allowed to visit her again before the move. I left there on a high, crossing my fingers that I would be accepted, already loving Pitiful Mom, the name the Rescue Group had given her. There will be no more Pitiful in your name, I silently promised her. No more puppies for you either – it’s time for you to be cosseted, to have a life of your own. It’ll be just you and me and our kitty.
Once again I was to learn to be careful when making promises. Life has a way of throwing a wrench in the works – sometimes good, sometimes bad, and events were already in motion to totally screw up the one I had just made to Pitiful Mom.
(To be cont’d)
Wow! I haven’t done this in a while! But Mommy’s story is too long for one post. Am sending you all big SMILES, and already looking forward to telling you more.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
One thing led to another, and they mentioned a Site dealing often in pits, and told me to check it out. I did, and found a gorgeous white male, about 6 years old, who was up for adoption. This Site is very strict – you have to be serious about your requests, send in your experience with dogs, especially in the strong race category (Pits, Akitas, Rottweilers, etc) – and they will decide if the dog is a suitable match. They are serious about finding ‘forever homes’ only.
After reading my bio, they discouraged my interest in the male. I have a kitty, and he didn’t like cats. But, they wrote, if I wasn’t set on having a male, they had recently brought in a 2 or 3 year old female pit. She was sweet and gentle, used to other dogs and cats, and had just delivered her 3rd litter of 9 puppies. She would be available in about 6 weeks, as soon as the pups were weaned. They sent me a picture of this little girl, surrounded by her puppies, looking so thin and tired. All their dogs are in foster homes rather than kennels, and they gave me permission to contact the foster Mother to set up a meeting.
The date was set. I left work early and made my way to downtown Montreal to meet the little lady. I knocked on the door, it was opened, and she immediately came running. Her pups were in an enclosure in the same room and, like all good mommies, she was being protective. I had expected this, so I didn’t even look at her or the babies. I smiled and chatted with the Fosters, leaving my hands by my side, letting her sniff all over this stranger. Suddenly she stood up on her hind legs, putting her front ones on my shoulders and we looked into each others’ eyes. The Fosters made a move to pull her down but stopped when I shook my head. We stood like that for a moment, then I smiled, reached over and rubbed her behind the ears, and said calmly, ‘Hello sweetheart. Are we going to be best friends?’ She smiled back at me (yes, dogs do smile), got down and promptly sat on my foot, leaning into my legs...and stayed there for most of my visit. I glanced at the puppies – they were too cute – but I didn’t approach them. Trust doesn’t happen in an hour, and anyway, I was already wanting to bring them all home with me. It was safer for me to keep my distance.
She would be ready to come home by the end of July. If my application for her adoption was approved, I would be allowed to visit her again before the move. I left there on a high, crossing my fingers that I would be accepted, already loving Pitiful Mom, the name the Rescue Group had given her. There will be no more Pitiful in your name, I silently promised her. No more puppies for you either – it’s time for you to be cosseted, to have a life of your own. It’ll be just you and me and our kitty.
Once again I was to learn to be careful when making promises. Life has a way of throwing a wrench in the works – sometimes good, sometimes bad, and events were already in motion to totally screw up the one I had just made to Pitiful Mom.
(To be cont’d)
Wow! I haven’t done this in a while! But Mommy’s story is too long for one post. Am sending you all big SMILES, and already looking forward to telling you more.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
FOG???
“He’s got smoke in there.”
“Smoke? What? Where?” When my cute Japanese DIL gets emotional, her translation sometimes falters, and now I was trying to grasp what she was telling me. My son had contacted me yesterday morning to say that his visiting father-in-law, who is 84, was at the hospital emergency room, not feeling well at all. Yo was calling to give me an update.
“Ummm...there,” she repeated. I could picture her pointing, which did me no good at all on this land phone. Then she found the English word for it. “Smoke in his lungs.”
“But he never smoked.” I answered, wondering.
“No, no Mom! Not smoke, that’s not the word. But like fog, you know? In the x-ray they saw fog in his lungs.” She was beginning to sound frustrated from not being able to remember the right term. I’m not that knowledgeable about medical situations, but I remembered my son saying there was high fever, and weakness...and now ‘fog’ in the X-ray....
“Pneumonia?” I guessed.
“Yes, yes, Mom! That’s the thing they said. Thank you, Mom!” I could hear the ‘whoosh’ of relief in her voice; we were understanding each other.
He’s on antibiotics, and the doctor said lots of rest, so Yo’s agenda to show them the whole province of Quebec in 4 weeks has been scrapped. It’s actually a blessing in disguise; this way they get more quiet moments to enjoy and cuddle their granddaughter, Miko. Although my DIL is slightly disappointed, she now realizes that her plans were more for a younger set. Her parents have passed that age. She doesn’t see them often – once every two years or so – and accepting that they are getting on in years can make this time all the more precious.
My son texted me last night that Ojiisan is feeling better; the antibiotics seem to be doing the job. They had planned on coming up to visit me here on Thursday, but even that drive is on hold.
‘That’s ok,’ I texted back to him. ‘If you can’t make it to chicken soup (my solution for any illness), the chicken soup will come to you.’ His response was a picture of Ojiisan sitting, our baby on his knee. The man looks extremely tired, but happy.
‘Anytime is good.’ he messaged. ‘And BTW, they are holding Miko all the time now – it just took them some time to get used to our ways. One can’t stay with our family for long without learning how to cuddle.’
‘Of course!’ I replied, and I sent him a dozen SMILES
Sending dozens out to you folks too – some chicken soup with that?
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
“Smoke? What? Where?” When my cute Japanese DIL gets emotional, her translation sometimes falters, and now I was trying to grasp what she was telling me. My son had contacted me yesterday morning to say that his visiting father-in-law, who is 84, was at the hospital emergency room, not feeling well at all. Yo was calling to give me an update.
“Ummm...there,” she repeated. I could picture her pointing, which did me no good at all on this land phone. Then she found the English word for it. “Smoke in his lungs.”
“But he never smoked.” I answered, wondering.
“No, no Mom! Not smoke, that’s not the word. But like fog, you know? In the x-ray they saw fog in his lungs.” She was beginning to sound frustrated from not being able to remember the right term. I’m not that knowledgeable about medical situations, but I remembered my son saying there was high fever, and weakness...and now ‘fog’ in the X-ray....
“Pneumonia?” I guessed.
“Yes, yes, Mom! That’s the thing they said. Thank you, Mom!” I could hear the ‘whoosh’ of relief in her voice; we were understanding each other.
He’s on antibiotics, and the doctor said lots of rest, so Yo’s agenda to show them the whole province of Quebec in 4 weeks has been scrapped. It’s actually a blessing in disguise; this way they get more quiet moments to enjoy and cuddle their granddaughter, Miko. Although my DIL is slightly disappointed, she now realizes that her plans were more for a younger set. Her parents have passed that age. She doesn’t see them often – once every two years or so – and accepting that they are getting on in years can make this time all the more precious.
My son texted me last night that Ojiisan is feeling better; the antibiotics seem to be doing the job. They had planned on coming up to visit me here on Thursday, but even that drive is on hold.
‘That’s ok,’ I texted back to him. ‘If you can’t make it to chicken soup (my solution for any illness), the chicken soup will come to you.’ His response was a picture of Ojiisan sitting, our baby on his knee. The man looks extremely tired, but happy.
‘Anytime is good.’ he messaged. ‘And BTW, they are holding Miko all the time now – it just took them some time to get used to our ways. One can’t stay with our family for long without learning how to cuddle.’
‘Of course!’ I replied, and I sent him a dozen SMILES
Sending dozens out to you folks too – some chicken soup with that?
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
THIS EVENING...
I sat alone on my gallery outside tonight. It was dark, and warm; a perfect spring evening. I listened to the whip-o-will, felt the wind gently lifting my hair, and watched the crescent moon flit behind and out again from a fluffy cloud. How many nights over the years have I spent out there listening to the drowsy sounds of my bush?
But tonight’s difference was glaring.
I miss my doggies. This is the first spring in a long, long time without Grump sitting quietly beside me. And my energetic Smooch, whose gallop I could hear as he would enthusiastically race around the house again and again before attacking me with his puppy love and kisses....Or Bud, the terrible Budinski , dropping stones at my feet, tail wagging, waiting for praise of his perfectly delivered gift.....
I can name others. Ben and Beef and Gidoune and Kojak and Pooch and King and Skippy and Bruno and Paddy....all four legged bundles of pure devotion.
Bandit, my adopted kitty, did join me, but not for long. Something rustled in the bush and he was gone. I watched him stalking silently, then called to him, worried that a little chipmunk was going to meet its end. He listened as cat’s do...NOT! I like all animals, but I am definitely a dog-person.
I think it’s time to visit a shelter. I’m sure there is a canine heart waiting there just for me....
Sending y’all sleepy SMILES!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
But tonight’s difference was glaring.
I miss my doggies. This is the first spring in a long, long time without Grump sitting quietly beside me. And my energetic Smooch, whose gallop I could hear as he would enthusiastically race around the house again and again before attacking me with his puppy love and kisses....Or Bud, the terrible Budinski , dropping stones at my feet, tail wagging, waiting for praise of his perfectly delivered gift.....
I can name others. Ben and Beef and Gidoune and Kojak and Pooch and King and Skippy and Bruno and Paddy....all four legged bundles of pure devotion.
Bandit, my adopted kitty, did join me, but not for long. Something rustled in the bush and he was gone. I watched him stalking silently, then called to him, worried that a little chipmunk was going to meet its end. He listened as cat’s do...NOT! I like all animals, but I am definitely a dog-person.
I think it’s time to visit a shelter. I’m sure there is a canine heart waiting there just for me....
Sending y’all sleepy SMILES!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
YEP! STILL ALIVE!
Great Scott! Already over a month since I last posted!! Time shifted to turbo gear without me noticing. Today I went into Blogit to read, as I do nearly every day, and found a new comment made from Justi on my post from Easter. It made me think. Wow – she must really miss me if she’s going back that far to read earlier posts. Then I realized how few times I have posted since then (hanging head here).
I LOVE my job, but it is very demanding. I knew it would be before accepting the position – I’ve been doing work at home for this client (boss) for years, and was well aware that he never stops, and hires only people who can keep up to him, and he is an accountant’s worst nightmare, LOL! My new office is a 40 minute drive through back roads if I choose to go that way, and I can gaze out at trees and yards and wear jeans everyday if I wish. The co-workers sharing this office are not slackers and are a decent sort, now that they have accepted and clearly adapted to the change of owners. What an enormous difference from where I was last year at this time!! By the way, I should add here that my insomnia is practically cured. Morpheus is a pretty regular bedfellow now.
Little great grandson, Zack, joined our family this month, the count now at three new babies since December 29th. I was at the airport at 1:00 AM this morning with my son and my Japanese DIL and sweet Miko to greet her maternal grandparents for the first time. They are enchanted by this beautiful little girl, as are we all, and will be able to spoil her for the next four weeks before returning to Japan. True to their culture, they had loads of huge suitcases crammed with gifts and special packages for their loved and rarely seen daughter and family, therefore the need for two vehicles to get passengers and cargo back to my son’s house safely. I finally drove home (they live 90 minutes away) and got to bed at 5:30 this morning. That was 25 straight hours without sleep, but I was still on the high from all that love being spread around, so it didn’t matter.
My daughter’s youngest son, Raph the sports fanatic, is working in the area for the summer and has moved into Helen’s room upstairs. He has his own car now, and works as a busboy from 4 to midnight, then hangs out with his friends, so he was here most of the week and we didn’t even see each other; just our shoes by the door told us who was home and who wasn’t. However, we leave little notes – like “Sorry Mémère, I got up late and didn’t have time to wash my dishes. Will do them when I get home”, and my answer “That’s ok, Raph. Neither did Mémère have time, as you can see! You can do mine too.” with a smiley face...and it’s great fun just knowing he’s part of my landscape again.
Now that I have started writing, I’ve turned into a windbag! Oops! I do have lots to tell you, but will leave it for another post. This one is ending with all those SMILES I’ve saved up and am sending out – they are skimming over the clouds...making their way to your doors. Some hugs went out with them, so if you feel a sudden warmth, that’ll be me!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
I LOVE my job, but it is very demanding. I knew it would be before accepting the position – I’ve been doing work at home for this client (boss) for years, and was well aware that he never stops, and hires only people who can keep up to him, and he is an accountant’s worst nightmare, LOL! My new office is a 40 minute drive through back roads if I choose to go that way, and I can gaze out at trees and yards and wear jeans everyday if I wish. The co-workers sharing this office are not slackers and are a decent sort, now that they have accepted and clearly adapted to the change of owners. What an enormous difference from where I was last year at this time!! By the way, I should add here that my insomnia is practically cured. Morpheus is a pretty regular bedfellow now.
Little great grandson, Zack, joined our family this month, the count now at three new babies since December 29th. I was at the airport at 1:00 AM this morning with my son and my Japanese DIL and sweet Miko to greet her maternal grandparents for the first time. They are enchanted by this beautiful little girl, as are we all, and will be able to spoil her for the next four weeks before returning to Japan. True to their culture, they had loads of huge suitcases crammed with gifts and special packages for their loved and rarely seen daughter and family, therefore the need for two vehicles to get passengers and cargo back to my son’s house safely. I finally drove home (they live 90 minutes away) and got to bed at 5:30 this morning. That was 25 straight hours without sleep, but I was still on the high from all that love being spread around, so it didn’t matter.
My daughter’s youngest son, Raph the sports fanatic, is working in the area for the summer and has moved into Helen’s room upstairs. He has his own car now, and works as a busboy from 4 to midnight, then hangs out with his friends, so he was here most of the week and we didn’t even see each other; just our shoes by the door told us who was home and who wasn’t. However, we leave little notes – like “Sorry Mémère, I got up late and didn’t have time to wash my dishes. Will do them when I get home”, and my answer “That’s ok, Raph. Neither did Mémère have time, as you can see! You can do mine too.” with a smiley face...and it’s great fun just knowing he’s part of my landscape again.
Now that I have started writing, I’ve turned into a windbag! Oops! I do have lots to tell you, but will leave it for another post. This one is ending with all those SMILES I’ve saved up and am sending out – they are skimming over the clouds...making their way to your doors. Some hugs went out with them, so if you feel a sudden warmth, that’ll be me!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Monday, April 6, 2015
I'VE CAUGHT A BUG...
It was early when I showed up to deliver their Easter Eggs, and of course the Rug Rats were up and bouncing around. I accepted the invitation for coffee, chatted with my son and DIL, reaching out to snare one grandson, then another, as they skipped past where we were sitting. The youngest, Tao, gave me a chocolate wrapped heart. After a proper thank you hug, I put it into my white vest pocket, then promptly forgot it. It was only when doing laundry later in the day that I found it...thankfully BEFORE throwing the vest in with the white load. That was luck, because I very rarely check my own pockets – there is never anything in them – but I just happened to pick the vest up by that exact spot and felt the candy. Oof!
My niece and her daughter dropped out with a friend for an hour or so, but had another supper invitation that they had already accepted. My call had been a spontaneous one; I hadn’t planned on buying that turkey, remember? So there was no let-down really. The turkey got cooked anyway, stuffing and all, but I was not feeling so well yesterday, so the biggest part of it will be sandwiches and soup this week. I ended up in bed before the hockey game was over (SICK!) and spent the night up and down, aching and lamenting.
My back is still sore today. It’s a bug going around. My friend had it last week, but he just goes and hides on the couch when he’s ill, very rarely complains at all. Fortunately he has been around long enough to know that I need to be babied when it’s my turn, LOL.
I sent condolences from the Blogit family to Sam this morning by text, so she’ll know that we’re thinking of her. I also used the internet to post a message to her on the board at the Funeral parlour where the service was being held.
I was supposed to tell you about my new office, but it’ll be for next time. I can only sit for short periods before my back makes it most uncomfortable. I’m going to crawl into the Jacuzzi now – that does help – then see if I can’t find Morpheus. It’s back to work tomorrow, and I want to be in shape.
Hope you all enjoyed your Easter holiday, and sending y’all a SMILE to wind it down.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
My niece and her daughter dropped out with a friend for an hour or so, but had another supper invitation that they had already accepted. My call had been a spontaneous one; I hadn’t planned on buying that turkey, remember? So there was no let-down really. The turkey got cooked anyway, stuffing and all, but I was not feeling so well yesterday, so the biggest part of it will be sandwiches and soup this week. I ended up in bed before the hockey game was over (SICK!) and spent the night up and down, aching and lamenting.
My back is still sore today. It’s a bug going around. My friend had it last week, but he just goes and hides on the couch when he’s ill, very rarely complains at all. Fortunately he has been around long enough to know that I need to be babied when it’s my turn, LOL.
I sent condolences from the Blogit family to Sam this morning by text, so she’ll know that we’re thinking of her. I also used the internet to post a message to her on the board at the Funeral parlour where the service was being held.
I was supposed to tell you about my new office, but it’ll be for next time. I can only sit for short periods before my back makes it most uncomfortable. I’m going to crawl into the Jacuzzi now – that does help – then see if I can’t find Morpheus. It’s back to work tomorrow, and I want to be in shape.
Hope you all enjoyed your Easter holiday, and sending y’all a SMILE to wind it down.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
ON THIS EASTER.
It was a quiet day; some housework, some office work, a little grocery shopping; all good, except that groceries cost an arm and a leg now. I had my list and was determined to buy ONLY what was on that list, but...April 1st was the 10th anniversary of my Mom’s moving on, and it is Easter, her second favourite holiday (Thanksgiving was the number one), and there were turkeys in the middle of the aisle...so I didn’t hesitate long. I bought one and it will grace the table tomorrow for supper. Here’s to you, Mom.
Those in my Blogit community will remember Sam. With her we went through the torment of her youngest, Christopher, being away at war, the struggle to get her house, her crazy videos and absorbing poetry, her love of the Detroit Red Wings...
She hasn’t posted for a long time, but she and I have kept in touch through texting, usually during hockey games. This season not so much, so today it was a pleasant surprise to hear my cellular whistle; it is the special signal that tells me Sam is sending a message. It wasn’t good news though. Her sister, the one who was her rock, who helped her out so much, died suddenly of an aneurism last Thursday. She is hurting. Sudden loss like that can be devastating.
Mik, her oldest son, and her daughter, Jes, are flying with her to the funeral for Monday. Christopher will meet her there and she will then spend a week with him and her grandchild – the best thing that could happen in these circumstances.
The second signal beeping from my cell was my son, little Miko’s daddy, who was sending me pictures of our brave girl. Every morning the first thing I do is check my phone for a wake-up photo ‘for Mémère’. It is a wonderful way to start the day. It’s even better when I get a second batch.
Early tomorrow I’ll be dropping off Easter eggs for my Rug rats, and collecting hugs, of course. My niece and her daughter will be coming back to the bush to share the turkey and to spend some time with us – it has been so long since their last visit too. I’m looking forward to the gabfest.
I’ll try to come back in by Monday and give you some news about my new office location, but until then I want to wish you all a HAPPY EASTER!! The bunny is already on his way to your door delivering my SMILES – he won’t be hard to recognize. Coming from Quebec at this time of year, he will be wearing a fur coat.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Those in my Blogit community will remember Sam. With her we went through the torment of her youngest, Christopher, being away at war, the struggle to get her house, her crazy videos and absorbing poetry, her love of the Detroit Red Wings...
She hasn’t posted for a long time, but she and I have kept in touch through texting, usually during hockey games. This season not so much, so today it was a pleasant surprise to hear my cellular whistle; it is the special signal that tells me Sam is sending a message. It wasn’t good news though. Her sister, the one who was her rock, who helped her out so much, died suddenly of an aneurism last Thursday. She is hurting. Sudden loss like that can be devastating.
Mik, her oldest son, and her daughter, Jes, are flying with her to the funeral for Monday. Christopher will meet her there and she will then spend a week with him and her grandchild – the best thing that could happen in these circumstances.
The second signal beeping from my cell was my son, little Miko’s daddy, who was sending me pictures of our brave girl. Every morning the first thing I do is check my phone for a wake-up photo ‘for Mémère’. It is a wonderful way to start the day. It’s even better when I get a second batch.
Early tomorrow I’ll be dropping off Easter eggs for my Rug rats, and collecting hugs, of course. My niece and her daughter will be coming back to the bush to share the turkey and to spend some time with us – it has been so long since their last visit too. I’m looking forward to the gabfest.
I’ll try to come back in by Monday and give you some news about my new office location, but until then I want to wish you all a HAPPY EASTER!! The bunny is already on his way to your door delivering my SMILES – he won’t be hard to recognize. Coming from Quebec at this time of year, he will be wearing a fur coat.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
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