Today’s the last day of grade school for many youngsters in my city. I’m curious…how many of you parents bought the teachers an end-of-the-year gift? Call me crazy but I always did and tried to find them something at Christmas, as well. The least I could do to show them appreciation for taking care of… Continue reading School’s Out for Summer!
Today’s a milestone day. Maybe, not so much for everyone, but I like to celebrate the milestones along the journey. To look at the Big Picture. Today is number 250. That sounds like a nice round number to be happy about, and so today, I’m going to celebrate. I haven’t given it much thought, but… Continue reading A Milestone Day!
Catholics can be funny creatures of habit. We like to sit in the same pew each week. I like “my” pew because it’s close to a fan. That makes for prime seating when the weather gets hot because the church lacks air conditioning. But, last Sunday I noticed two different people situated in the pew in front of me. As I’m short, this… Continue reading Liver, Anyone?
It starts innocently enough, the way many soft addictions do. I tell my Mom I’ll pop by the garden centre to buy her mulch. But, while I’m there…my heart quickens and endorphins are boosted as I take in all the plants and seed packages and flowers surrounding me. I forget all about the mulch until… Continue reading If You’re Married to a Gardener…
“What’s the difference between ice-cream and gelato?”, asked my sister. The waitress took a furtive look around, and whispered, “Do you want to know what the owner says?” My sister and I quickly nodded. The waitress continued, “The difference is gelato has less ice and is over-priced!” My 91-year-old mom, my sister and I had… Continue reading Birthday Gelato!
I consider myself a half-decent gardener but for some reason my forsythia bush stopped blooming about ten years ago. Maybe even longer. Actually, it only bloomed the year I bought it! The first time I saw no blossoms, I convinced myself it was just a late bloomer. But, yellow flowers never appeared. I chalked it… Continue reading Be a ‘Real’ Gardener!
My sister and I decided to check out a crowded antique store in Chatham. Not really an antique store, more a second-hand shop of what I call ‘treasures’ waiting to be found. A middle-aged woman, reeking of tobacco, brushed by us—it was too crowded to be concerned about personal space—and informed us that the owner… Continue reading Second-Hand Store Shopping!