Each week is a mystery nowadays. No, actually each day is a surprise with the weather. Last week she surrendered to her warm down filled coat and even wore her ski mask walking home! And this week the rain washed all the snow away and little bits of ice hang on for dear life (or to scare the life out of some poor clumsy person like her!)
The first days of warmer weather were welcomed for sure but now, it is with mixed feelings. She looks out the window with total apathy. “What again! more grey skies?!” She shuffles back to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. “Not enough coffee” she sighs like a martyr and takes out the espresso beans and grinds enough for her pot and a little bit more so she does not come up empty handed if she wants a cuppa later in the day.
Her cats are sitting on the carpet looking at her expectantly. The black kitten, Kali, wants to play but would be just as content to cuddle. She will soon be a year old in two weeks. Bette, on the other hand, looks up at her with her dreamy emerald eyes and barely utters a”meow”. When she gets her mistress’ attention, she forces out a few more sounds pleading for food. Not a surprise to see that from this voluptuous Siberian cat who loves to eat.
While the coffee is brewing, Emma decides to make her bff’s (best feline friends) work a little for their food like true feline hunters. She takes out her fishing-pole wand with long feathers attached. Bette is really into the game and shows off to her competitor by jumping up and falling on her back ready to eat that silly bird like prey. Kali runs back and forth, so innocent and clueless but succeeds to catch her prey a few times too.
Treats are out and food for the beasts and now the mistress sits by the window sipping her cup of java with a sense of dread. It is her day off and she had plans to get things done and purchase those Nordic Walking Poles today. Looking at the jam packed parking lot of the mall across the street discourages her to even step out of her comfy chair.
Her head is heavy with a million tiny hammers knocking simultaneously and she hopes the caffeine may help a little. It is challenging to be cheerful looking out at so much grey today.
lingering grey mockingly hover deserted grounds
lingering grey mud, clay, sand turn to dust
mockingly hover abandoned gravesides mourning our loss
deserted grounds footsteps on rich soil whispering adieu
How I have missed writing to you, dearest Emma! Ah and to spend a day of searching for prompts on different blogs, teasing my muse here and there, are rewards after a long week. This morning I started writing and it seemed to match the weather, unfortunately. Well, I should not say it is a misfortune since any kind of writing is a way to remove clutter in my mind and allow my muse to cleanse my soul. My oh my, doesn’t that sound a bit dramatic?!
I do believe that pent up emotions, processing a difficult work week or just getting the angst of the holiday season or personal affairs, out of your system is a good way to start fresh.
We are nearing December 2nd and I have noticed that my moods darken a few weeks leading up to that date. I am not usually conscious of it but this year I want to be a little more aware on how I express it, especially at work. It is already a heavy and dark time for any kind of crisis/ helpline with broken hearts, abusive relationships and sadly the urge to end it all and leave this f&%$ng world. Many speak with words of despair and others with such anger, I can see them raise their fist up to the sky.
This year I have tried to compartmentalise my thoughts and feelings so I could address the needs of our service and not allow one to drown the other when I come home. However writing was my way of shedding all negativity and helplessness. Despite lack of writing, I think I have succeeded for the most part but three intensive weekends of school have tested the boundaries of sanity somewhat.
Firstly, I am NOT a morning person and to get up at the ungodly hour of six and see the sun rise…well, alright, it is bittersweet. So radiant a sky even though I am dreadfully exhausted.
Secondly, I have just been accommodated to work three days a week hence two-day intensive weekends for three weeks brought me back to a five-day week. Yeah, that was certainly more than I had bargained for.
But it has been a wonderful experience and I was blessed with an amazing group of students…each and every one is so interesting, kind and helpful. Each one added to the richness and uniqueness of our class experiences. Our teacher (for my type of learning anyway) was perfect! She allowed us to learn from each other and not spoon feed us all the time which, I know, would not have helped me and by the afternoon, I would have fallen asleep. She motivated us, encouraged us and inspired us with her past experiences, giving us a taste of what to expect.
She reminded me of my university professor and Dean of the department teaching our practicum in Family Life Education. She would share odd, scary and funny situations to prepare us for teaching children and adults. The most intimidating stories were from her high school experience in Sex Ed. And they helped me during my five years where the students labelled me the Sex & Drug Teacher. [I suppose that sounds better than the druggy sex teacher.]
I still have online grammar assignments to complete under 40 hours [crossing my fingers that will be cut in half] to get my official TEFL certification (Teaching English as a Foreign Language). I am planning to enjoy a 2-day weekend (Friday and Saturday for me) and hit the books on Tuesday.
I think I really need this time off. Perhaps I will rent a car tomorrow so I can pick up some poinsettias to place at my mother’s graveside. I know it has been already four years and I am certainly not a young person. I am fortunate to have had my mother in my life so long. I know I am blessed to have had so many wonderful years growing up, as a young married adult and mother of two children. We have been tied to each other so closely for forty-five years until I moved to Toronto and even then, we spoke regularly and she would end her calls always with, “Don’t forget to say your three Hail Mary’s and Act of Contrition before you go to sleep tonight.” My visits to Quebec were spending time with her and my children. How my children had a great relationship with their Nanny. I remember coming down from Toronto for 24 hours to reassure and calm her a the hospital in Montreal for tests. I often wish I could have had my transfer much sooner so I could have spent more time with her.
For some odd reason, my mind is remembering when I took her skinny dipping for the first time in our pool in Saint Mathias. She was giggling like an nervous teenager. We went into the water with our bikinis and slowly removed one piece and then the other. I think about that now and I wonder if Mom was just pretending to be new to this just to make this experience our special mother-daughter thing.
How I miss her laugh, the scent of her cologne (Clinique Aromatics Elexir for one) and her soft voice singing along with Englebert Humperdinck and missing most of the words (like me). Fred, who was her second husband, love of her life and the dad I adored so much, shared her love for Englebert. They met at his military retirement party. She was his blind date and it was love at first dance. I think I loved him even more because he loved my mother and treated her with such respect and affection. Their relationship was what the movie, Love Story was all about. He died thirteen years later but was there for my two children and he paced the floors during my labour and loved us all as his own. My mother is buried next to Fred, so I can chat to both of them when I visit now.
Oh, Emma, did I tell you that I found love letters between my mother and Fred when they were dating? Ah, such a treasure this is. At first, I felt guilty as if I was eavesdropping but then again Mom knew how much I loved Fred, so reading them brought me back to my teen years when they met. It was such a great time in her life and mine as well. I was engaged during the same time. Yes, at sixteen secretly and at seventeen on Christmas Eve we told our family who were in shock!
Oh my, Emma, my mind is all over the place but that is what a diary is for, isn’t it?
Thanks for listening as usual, you never interrupt me.
tu me manques tu sais chaque jour
tu me manques quand le soleil se couche je te dis bonne nuit
tu sais je pris encore tous les jours comme tu m’as appris
chaque jour ton sourire rayonnant nourrit mon coeur
you are missed you know each day
you are missed when the sun sets I say goodnight to you
you know I still pray every day like you taught me
The other day there was a cute joke on Facebook saying that maybe it would be best to NOT worry about dusting so much because it is possible the dust on your furniture is actually “someone” who has turned to dust.
It was a cute post and many got a lot of laughs about it including reflections on worrying too much about dusting our homes. It will always come back!! Oh, and that we know, right? Unless you are allergic to dust, why must your furniture be dust free every day? Hmmm?
This morning as I sit in my comfy chair with a bench on my left for Bette, my siberian friend and a bedding placed on my right on a shelf of my bookcase, I sip my coffee and look around at my living room. The table near the patio is dusty. Oh my, I had not noticed the bottom shelf there too! It sure does not show at night. Thank goodness I work late and when I come home at midnight, my home is dust free everywhere…well, I cannot see it, so I’m fine with that.
But coming back to the dust on the table…particularly the black shelf, I wonder if there is a possibility that someone could be there. What if Mom was sprinkled a bit there? What if my father sprinkled a bit of dust around the pipe rack. It was his, after all! Wouldn’t that be comforting that your loved ones left a part of themselves here and there? And yet…no need to have physical proof of their presence because I have always felt my departed family since I was a child. I am so glad my mother told me that my loved ones turned to angels and were with us always. I am glad that I modified that story over time and sometimes they are angels watching out for me when I cross the street, making sure the bus waits for me and help me write down the correct answers on tests…oh boy, did GrandPapa ever help me with those tests!
I have since thought about Karma. I used to wonder how can there be enough room in heaven if all the souls went to heaven, purgatory or hell? I mean, let get real here!! That is a lot of people for all those years. So then I thought that it made more sense that the souls were recycled and came back into new babies’ and started all over again. That made sense because, well, have you ever met someone and within a few moments you felt like you knew them all your life? That must have been a recycled soul, right? And then I thought about Karma and it all makes sense!
My new black cat that looks like a Bombay cat, I named, Kali, after the Hindu goddess, she seems to have connected with me from day one! She jumps onto my chest and then spreads her body lenghwise on me, purring like a humming machine and surrendering herself to me like she trusts me with her life. Gosh, I love this one as much as my Bette…two different personalities and two beautiful souls that warm my heart.
I have better time to spend today than dust that table. I want to buy 4 birthday cards for my colleagues who are born in December. I do enjoy being the birthday card lady at work. We all have some task to contribute but this one is like choosing a special Happy Birthday for each person I work with during the day, evening and for those working night that I may not see often, well then, all the more importance to that card, right?
Making choices is so important. Will you go for a healthy walk during daylight since our days are so short now or will you dust that dresser or table? Will you go play with your young child in the snow or must you really finish washing that floor? Ah go for it, go for that cuppa with a friend…you will not realize how much this makes your friend happy and how it uplifts your spirit too.
And if it is just to get out, well now, bring your tablet or lapttop to a coffee shop and people watch a few moments. You will be surprised how your muse will tickle your fancy and you will be writing again.
dust to dust is that you, Mama? always present
dust to dust living in the here even now
is that you, Mama? Have I told you how much I love you?
This time of year it is such a chore walking into a mall. Living across the street from a fairly popular one, I dread going to exchange a coat I purchased. I know I will be told to go to this counter, then that counter and then finally to wait in a long line of Christmas shoppers with an awkward sized box making it more and more tempting to wrap the damn box and mail it back to The Bay. And THAT is why I prefer on-line shopping.
But I want my credit right away so I am hoping it will all work out in a timely manner, so I can return home to the calmness of life with two cats looking comfortably at the snow from my comfy couch.
The weather changed dramatically last week.My goodness, it’s still autumn!!Temperatures dipped into a frigid minus 15C with wind chills making it feel more like -30C.Really! Many people disagree with this “wind chill factor”.Usuallythey are persons who usually drive to work and do not have to walk where pockets of nothingness give rise to violent gusts` of bitter cold in your face.
I have seen snow in October and November many times before,but I am not sure if I ever had the need to wear a ski mask to protect my face from the cold whipping against my forehead and cheeks…ouch!It literally felt like an ice cream headache (brain freeze).
By the weekend, temperatures rose and patches of ice appeared on the sidewalks requiring cleats on your boots [for the old and clumsy like myself]. However, when I was younger I could keep my balance fairly wellon icy patches, shuffling along those tricky areas.Ah, but with age comes difficulty to keep one’s balance sometimes.In my case, too many times where I fall flat on my cushion [thank goodness I have a good protective cushion!].I carry my cleats in my backpack in case temperatures change when I finish my shift between ten and eleven at night as well.It is a good habit to have for those who want to get to destination safely.
By Sunday morning it was pouring like cats and dogs but the temperatures had not risen enough to make it safe to walk or ride one’s bike anywhere.Some ice patches were soft and your weight could crush it but others were still holding on to hard icy spots that could make a person slip, slide and crash.
So I shuffled tentatively along the sidewalks to the bus terminal jabbing my cane on steady ground for stability; I was wearing my long hooded raincoat, and rubber boots and gritted my teeth and swore in “bon Québécois” along the way.
By the end of the day, rain turned into a swirling mist that may help to maintain the elasticity of one’s complexion but only made my mascara streak my cheeks that turned me into a Pierrot. [Well, I have been called worse!]
Shuffling warily at a snail’s pace
in rubber slippers
footprints on ice
under moonless skies
At a snail’s pace safe journey perspicacious paths
(C) Tournesol ‘18/11/25
Daily moments November 25th – slippery slopes (troibun)
Something to think about. Wise words written from the heart, speaking the voice of so many in the world. After, yet another tragedy, hitting the lives of so many families and friends, we offer so little but prayers to them. I wish we could do more as neighbours.
when it matters
A worldwide shortage of thoughts and prayers may leave us with no choice but to actually do something by as early as January 2019, researchers are warning, after a recent study revealed the popular refrain is now fueling 93% of governmental inaction globally. And we are running out.
Dr. Tim Freely, a leading expert in thinking and praying, and author of the book Act Now Or Forever Wring Your Hands, explains:
“The trouble is that back in the 50’s, when they first started using this phrase as a catch-all for ‘I’m not motivated to actually do something here but feel obligated to open and close my mouth in some fashion or other,’ politicians and community leaders had no idea how much they’d be relying on this platitude by the time the 21st century rolled around. And now we’re just plain running out. Of thoughts. Of prayers. And of patience.”
She remembers how gauche she felt that night. Her childhood friend kept her company while her husband was out playing hockey. Every fifteen minutes the pain started. They giggled wondering IF THIS WAS IT finally. She was due today, November 6th and now it was well passed twilight.
Her friend had not had a child yet and so they chatted and giggled a lot. At midnight when her husband returned she did not want to worry him and needed him to have a good night’s sleep in case they left early in the morning to go to hospital.
She remembers her grandmother, a midwife, had said many times that if you go to sleep and the pain wakes you up, then the labour has really started. She went to bed after her husband fell asleep and tried to sleep. She woke up every fifteen minutes, then every ten …then every five. She woke up at 6 having made her way to the end of the bed somehow. “How the heck did I get here?”she thought.
Still worried to be sent home from hospital, she phoned a friend who had two children. She KNEW! And gently, she advised her to wake up her husband to get to hospital.
Her colleagues at the office had two bets going on (1) for the gender and (2) for the weight. Lots of commotion for her first newborn.
pushed them to destination
…so they hoped
rain clouds hovered
threatening to some
exciting to them
too many potholes
man nervously sang
I Can’t Get No
laughing hurt her
oh the silliness of nerves
what awaited them
Morning brought them to noon and a beautiful boy with the biggest blues eyes was born at 8 pounds. On this seventh day of November, the seventh grandson in the Gagnon family and second grandchild in the Roberts family was born.
He was long awaited to mother and father and so worth the wait.