I had an epiphany today, and not a wonderful one. It was actually a bit disappointing.
I was outdoors this morning, working up a flowerbed. As I spaded, pulled out stray grass and weeds, and worked up the dirt, it dawned on me that I really don’t enjoy gardening. Continue reading ““Keep Your Knees Dirty””
A funny thing has happened to my daughter’s children. It would appear that they’ve fallen in love with their great-grandparents. The older I get, the more I realize how unique it is that these kids should even know their great-grandparents, let alone have more than a passing interest in them. At the same time, my heart breaks with those who have lost their own parents, and I feel a certain amount of guilt that I still have both of mine.
I was acquainted with two of my great-grandmothers. They were both nice women whom I saw occasionally, but that’s it. I only recall them as onlookers at the edge of family events, and I seldom spoke to them directly, unless prompted. It would never have occurred to me to snuggle up beside them on the sofa, nor would I have wanted to spend time with them on my own, without my parents around. That’s why I’m both surprised and delighted by the fact that my grandchildren love to see my parents — their great-grandparents — whom they call Grandpa and Grandma. (We’re Pop and Nan.) Continue reading “Holding Hands Across the King-size Bed.”
I was reminded yesterday of the unique link between our olfactory sense and memories. The smell that made me think of this is a relatively recent one; Green Curry from our local Thai Village restaurant. I’ll explain about that one in a minute, but here are some others first. Continue reading “Scents and memories.”
You’d be forgiven for thinking that these are the usual clear plastic peanut butter jars.I wonder if I’m the only person with their knickers in a knot over Kraft’s decision to stop making family size peanut butter jars out of clear plastic?
If you don’t buy this size or brand, you’d never notice the change. They blend right in with the myriad choices on the shelves, (See Help! TMI, posted several weeks ago) and unless you opened the lid and dipped in, you’d be none the wiser. Look at the picture. See what I mean? The two jars sitting here both appear to be full, right? Wrong. Continue reading “Peanut Butter Problems”
Phyllis and Linda with Granny.Before I start, I want to make something clear: I was spanked as a child.
Yes, I was.
I can see some of you gasping, eyebrows through your hairlines, at the horror. Those who know me may be noddng and thinking, “Ah, so that explains a few things.”
Every so often my mind takes nostalgic trips to my past, and I recently revisited memories of my grandparents who had a stand at the St. Lawrence Market in Toronto for many years. When I was young, The Market was a mysterious, far-away place where truckloads of produce, loaded up the evening before, magically disappeared each Saturday.
When I was seven or eight, granny said I was old enough to join them as a special treat from time to time. In those days, the north market was a vast building with soaring ceilings and drafts everywhere. In cooler weather, Granny kept a little kerosene stove behind their stand for warmth, and I’m happy to now have that little heater.
Continue reading “To market, to market …”When we have typical early spring weather — bright, beautiful sunshine with a sharp, clear breeze — it makes me think of the games we used to play at school when the snow was finally gone and the weather started to warm up. One sure sign of spring in our schoolyard was skipping ropes.
The school provided long, heavy, woven cotton ropes that were just right for skipping as a group. The rope would start turning and we’d begin chanting, “All .. all .. all ..” until everyone had “jumped in”, and then we began the rhyme.
All in together, girls, such fine weather, girls;
When we call your birthday, please run out!
January, February, March …
and each person would exit on their birthday. The game lasted until December — or until someone’s foot caught on the rope. Continue reading “All in together, girls; such fine weather girls …”