I’ve been reading a number of articles lately, written by grateful doctors about nurses who work in the Emergency Department. While I was reading them I pictured the busy ER where I work and I imagined my friends’ faces as they work hard, caring for patients and saving lives. Their collective knowledge and years of experience are vast and impressive and I admire and respect each of them.
After I finished reading these pieces, however, I started to wonder about something. The nurses are, quite rightly, heroes of any emergency department. They deserve all the kudos they receive. But what about the unsung folks toiling behind the scenes? What about the Unit Secretaries who keep it all happening? Continue reading “I’m a Small Cog On a Big Wheel”
We recently made the long drive from our home near Toronto, Ontario to visit our grandson in Virginia. We also went to see his parents.
Because we don’t get to spend a lot of time with almost-four-year-old Nolan, I try to make our short visits fun. One morning when he woke up he wasn’t ready for breakfast so I asked if he’d like to pack breakfast into his backpack and we’d go on an adventure. He thought that was a great idea, but only if he could bring his drill. Continue reading “A Breakfast Adventure”
Sometimes it’s fun to look at life through the eyes of small children, so whenever I hear the kids in my life say something memorable, I try to write it down. Here’s the collection so far. Continue reading “A FEW LITTLE SMILES”
This afternoon I was cutting corn off the cob so I could make a nice summer salad. We’re at the tail end of a very hot, very humid stretch of weather right now and the corn/humidity combo made me think of the food I grew up on. Back then, my mother either froze or canned every bite of food we ate. I have no idea how she, and most other women back then, managed to do this, but that’s how it was. Continue reading “Putting Up”
Today is Canada Day. It’s the day we mark our 1867 Confederation, and the day we celebrate Canada’s uniqueness. Because we share North America with the United States, it’s easy to think our countries are the same, but that’s not the case.
I have many friends and relatives living in the States and I love to visit, but it feels a bit different there, especially when I go blind trying to figure out exactly how much of that plain green money I have in my wallet!
When I return home — the moment I cross the bridge from New York into Ontario — I feel the different-ness more acutely. And in a good way. No, we’re not as big, or as bold as our neighbours, and we’re not as flashy, but we have a great country too. We have two official languages, our money is drop-dead gorgeous, and we can spell words with an extra “u” like nobody’s business. Did you notice, favourite neighbours?
In honour (<– see??) of Canada Day, I wrote the following list to celebrate things I love about my country. Continue reading “OH CANADA! OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAND.”
I wrote the title to this blog about a week and a half ago, but that’s as far as I got. Now that the pictures are uploaded, I can show you what a wonderful visit Noah (6) and I had when he was here for a sleepover. He loves to go into the forest that surrounds our house so we can discover things, so after we finished breakfast that’s what we did. Continue reading “A Super Awesome Day — and it’s only 10:30 a.m.”
“A young person’s death is like a shipwreck at sea. An old person’s death is a ship coming into port.”
I was at a funeral today. That fact alone is enough to make me feel introspective, but when the person being remembered is someone I’ve known my whole life, that introspection is pushed into high gear.
I’ve written before about growing old, and I would have to say that at my stage of life, I’m already not a big fan. Although I don’t feel half my actual age, here’s the thing.
Remember the days when little boys used to play with armies of toy soldiers, lining them up in rank and formation on the hearth rug while mother churned butter or kneaded bread? Neither do I, but you get the picture. Continue reading “Reaching the Front”