It's just a little past 1 o'clock in the morning. I'm sitting here listening for the sweet sweet sound of canning jars going 'pop!' as the lids seal. That's 5 so far, and each one gives me a little thrill. They're just 7 small jars of spiced crab apples, music to my ears. … Continue reading Tasty Things That Go ‘Pop!’ in the Night
You know the old adage "what's got you so bent out of shape?" The answer is undoubtedly "two weeks on the road, living in a Westfalia!" I am not only bent, I feel downright tangled. I might have to admit that I'm getting a little long-in-the-tooth for this. We put on a lot of miles … Continue reading Channeling My Inner Hippie
Earlier this week I drove to Fraser Lake. It was a beautiful hot and sunny day, so I got a lovely sunburn on my left arm and the left side of my face; only the left side, you know how that is. I had exited the house in such a hurry that I failed to … Continue reading the eighth plague
It's somewhere past 10 o'clock on July 2nd and I'm excited to hear the putt-putt of SweetEsther pulling into the driveway at last. The day before, I had put my husband on a plane, headed to Vancouver to bring our 1982 Westfalia home from the Volkswagon mechanic where she had spent the past month getting … Continue reading A Very Merry Un-birthday to Me!
When I was five, I drowned. I didn't die, of course. I was standing chin deep in the cool, gently undulating water of Fraser Lake and I could feel my feet lifting from the sandy bed beneath me. My arms begin grabbing for something, anything to keep me from moving with the water, but I … Continue reading Drowning
Trying to make peace with an experience that disrupted my equilibrium recently. This is what came to me, this is what brought me peace, if not resolution. May we always follow the way of love, no matter what... Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on … Continue reading No Matter What …
The doorbell rings. My husband leaves the hole he is repairing in the floor (where the chimney used to be) and goes to answer it. I can hear him talking to someone and I assume it is a neighbour. Elise, he calls, can you come out here? It's a sales rep from a home security company - … Continue reading The Sales Call