Lesson for the Week

What did I learn this week?

Amongst other things, I learned that if you are going to patch up a hole in the drywall, and you need to cut it square, therefore making it bigger and closer to ground level, make sure you know where your cat is BEFORE you seal up the hole with new drywall.

Come to think of it, it doesn't really matter where the hole is, even if it's near the ceiling.

That night, we are just getting into bed

and hear the cat scratching

Had heard it earlier but thought she was scratching at the bathroom door while hubby was having a shower

So we call "Kezia...Kezia... here kitty, where are you?

Silence

Kezia....

Silence

Get into bed and the scratching starts again.

Sounds like its from under the floors

Oh oh....when's the last time you saw her?

A few hours ago.

Before or after you patched up that hole?

Ummmm.......

Out of bed, with the flashlight, crawl under the mobile, first one side, then the other

am just a wee bit concerned about mice and spiders and other things that go bump in the night

as I call her again.

Kezia....Kezia...are you there??

I hear calling from up above

"She's in here...in Trevor's room"

Seems that when I shut his door on the mess inside,

Kezia was in there, sleeping on the bed, or in the closet, or wherever cats go when they disappear for a few hours.

Probably chuckling to her little cat self as she hears us looking for her

 and figures, with that cattitude that all cats share,

which is why we love them so,

 "Let them come to me, I'm not getting up from this comfy cozy spot!"

 

Thankfully, the drywall did not need to be opened up again!

What's in a name?

gorgeous

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my protector

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handsome

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boefje

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my special boy

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yo-yo

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silly dog

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beautiful

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my dog

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my lad

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big boy

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MONTY

my best friend

"The average dog has one request to all humankind. Love me."

Helen Exley

on 1st cars and Jean Chretien

Some of us have a facial anomoly that only appears in photos caught at the right moment.

With me, there are some pictures where I look like I have a lazy eye,

Ever since I was fairly small

Even though in reality I don't

This used to be our prime minister, Jean Chretien.

Just for background history

He had a stroke that affected half his face.

Why am I telling you this?

This is my son when he was maybe 10 or so

It's the first time we noticed it,

but it has come up again in various images

His "Jean Chretien Grin"

Even one of his grad pictures shows it

I have posted pictures of him on here before,

and normally his face is balanced the way it should be

This post was originally supposed to be about a difficult teenager

and how in even this sullen, usually miserable kid

Sometimes that joyous, face-lighting smile that we know is in there somewhere

comes out like a flash of sun from behind the thunderclouds

There, and gone again.

He finally got his first car...

A 2002 Dodge Neon

Nice-looking car.

Well, when he came driving home

The light was shining in his face

He left again right away

Practicing learning how to drive a standard

(Oh the memories of that!!!

I still remember stopped at a stop sign on a steep hill

with a car behind me...I bet there's still rubber on that road!)

So I grabbed my camera and hoped for an instant replay.

I thought I got it.

But when I opened up the picture on my computer

There was Jean Chretien looking back at me, through Trevor's eyes.

Summer Senses

smelling freshly cut grass

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hearing hammers pounding in the neighbours' yards

and crickets clicking their wings

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tasting the coolness of strawberry bananas smoothies, cherries and watermelon

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feeling the cool ground under my barefeet

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seeing the vividness of the blue sky above the green trees

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what do your senses sense?

Luxury on top of the world

Contrary to what seems to be popular belief

accoording to the comment converstaion on my last post

I have not been on a two-week holiday

Neither from my computer nor from my home

Just from the blog

However, we did just have a three-day holiday

In a luxury suite

Up on SilverStar Mountain

This is the fourth year in a row we've been there

The guys do their biking

and I play tourist

This picture is from last year

This is as good as it got this year

When you go every year, you tend to not want to take the same pictures over and over

I, however, conquered my fear and managed to ride the bike lift to the top of the mountain

Absolutely stunning!!!

Just a thought for the day

This was sent to me once by my grandmother in Holland.

Flowers of love to everybody for the coming week.



Miss me but let me go

An elderly friend of mine died last week.

Yet another casualty of the nasty cancer.

Two months ago she said that she was going to the oncologist

I said I hope it's not going to be bad news

She said "At my age, what's bad news?"

She was 84.

She considered it good news that she was going to go fast

And was not afraid, but almost, as the minister said,

Looking at it with anticipation of the glory beyond.

To have such faith must be so comforting.

He shared a story

A few weeks ago, her husband had trapped a squirrel that was threatening to be a nuisance

Together they brought it to the woods in the park behind our town

The squirrel was running around in frantic circles in his cage

And when they opened the door,

He bounded off across the woods and away, free again, as he was meant to be.

She said to her husband,

That's what I'll be doing in a few weeks,

bounding along free as that squirrel.

When you see squirrels, think of me.

Love me, miss me, but let me be free.

She was and is an inspiration to us all and the world is a better place because of her.