Today has been a really great day. One of the main reasons I’m enjoying it so much is because days like this seldom happen. For starters, I’m off work and it’s perfect fall weather. The sun is golden and warm breezes blow through the open doors and windows of the house. It’s also a good day because I realized something important about plain old me.
I’m not extraordinarily well-educated, nor am I a world traveler, unless you count the many vacations I’ve enjoyed via friends’ Facebook photos. I’ve never done anything great or accomplished a monumental feat. Instead, what I am is a fairly down-to-earth collection of small abilities and random bits of knowledge and that’s okay. More than okay, actually, because these small, random, practical things come to my rescue on many occasions. Today was one such day. Continue reading “A BAG OF RANDOM SKILLS”
There are many products made of leather and I think I can honestly say I love each one of them. Why? I’m not a shopaholic, hoarder, or collector, I’m just seriously into time travel and if you get me anywhere near fine leather, the scent transports me back to my Grandad’s harness-making shop.
Isaac Baker lived his whole life on a farm north of Toronto, bounded by Dufferin and Bathurst Streets on each side, and Hwy. 407 to the south. Now, the only part of the farm not under house-filled subdivisions is the eighty acre sugar bush, still standing tall and proud at the corner of the 407 and Bathurst.
Although the sugar bush, with its many maple trees and hundreds and hundreds of gallons of sap collected each spring, figured large in my mother’s childhood it never did in mine. Instead, I remember the leather-smelling shop and the tall west windows casting light over the main workbench. It was here that he’d let us play. Continue reading “I Love Leather”