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"Too Up in the Air" Every summer I go home to Port aux Basques with my family for a visit. Usually my brother Mike, who also lives in Nova Scotia, goes the same time. During one of these visits we, along with my parents, decided to take a trip to St. John's. My brother thought he might fly out of St. John's to Nova Scotia instead of taking the alternative of driving back to Port aux Basques and then the ... click to read moreEvery summer I go home to Port aux Basques with my family for a visit. Usually my brother Mike, who also lives in Nova Scotia, goes the same time. During one of these visits we, along with my parents, decided to take a trip to St. John's. My brother thought he might fly out of St. John's to Nova Scotia instead of taking the alternative of driving back to Port aux Basques and then the boat. Our trip to St. John's wasn't on a schedule, we planned it as we went and wasn't sure when we'd reach our destination. On the way my brother made inquiries at the airport about schedules, etc. Because of our "lack of a schedule" and the need to be at the airport on a schedule, when I asked my brother if he was flying he said "Probably not, everything was too up in the air." ... Hide full submission
Doctor's Visit
My six-year-old grandson went to visit the doctor in Goose Bay, and when they were about to leave, the doctor said to his mom "I want him back here tomorrow, for blood work and a cbc." All of a sudden, my grandson started to get very upset and started to cry. His mom said, "Philip, why are you crying?" He said, "Mommy, I don't want to be on the news!" His mom said, "What makes you think you are going to be on the news?" He replied, "Well, the doctor said he's going to do CBC on me."
Party Like It's 1988! When you live away in anonymous cities and towns, you hardly ever run into people you know from your past. I was born and grew up, for the most part, in St. John's, Newfoundland. First there was junior high and high school and then I did six years of university plus one year of college, which are big social years of anyone's life.
Then, like many Newfoundlanders, I headed to the mainland ... click to read moreWhen you live away in anonymous cities and towns, you hardly ever run into people you know from your past. I was born and grew up, for the most part, in St. John's, Newfoundland. First there was junior high and high school and then I did six years of university plus one year of college, which are big social years of anyone's life.
Then, like many Newfoundlanders, I headed to the mainland to see what else there was to this big country in which I lived. Had a great start in Toronto in my 20's, then off for martinis in Vancouver in my later 20's and across the country to Halifax for my early 30's, then to Ottawa for a brief stay and then to the Georgian Bay area for seven fantastic years...and then I moved home to Newfoundland again for my 40's.
For 16+ years I was footloose and fancy-free roaming coast to coast. Coming back to my hometown, with all its history - all my early history - was an adjustment. Ninety-eight per cent of it is so wonderful - all I could have ever dreamed. I get to watch my nephews grow up, I have the every day friendship of my sisters, my mom and I are great buds and she is now involved in my business, I get to see some of my 47 first cousins and endless relatives. My husband and I are loving it here, business is great, we have a whole pod of new friends, and the outdoor activity and scenery is mindblowing - just to name the highlights.
And then there's the silly two per cent that lurks in the back of my mind. It only rears its head when I, say, run out to the grocery store in my sweats and bedhead or attend an event which pulls in the high school or university crowd. You never know who you're going to run into, even if you do a pre-think on who might be there.
Although it's been 23 years since high school graduation, when you run into someone you haven't seen since then, it's like you're back in time. This, of course, includes the loves of my life from yesteryear that pop up at the most unexpected opportunities. It's almost like getting a punch in the face. There they are. Right in front of you. "Holy crap" is what I hope I only say in my head and don't blurt out. And in a flash of a second I blow the dust off that old folder in the archives of my memory and pull up the information about this person and our former relationship. What a wild ride.
I am happy to say 97 per cent of my romantic relationships ended positively and I remained friends with many. Once again, it's the three per cent that keep me on my toes at social events now that I live home.
Moving home has been a major self development phase for me. I am who I am today because of the experiences I have had. So what if I run into my ex-boyfriend from Grade 9 in aisle 13 on a Tuesday morning when I look like I just got out of bed? So what if I run into an old love with his wife and she detests the sight of me? So what? That's what life is all about. That's why Buddha laughs...and so do I. :)
Depends On How You Look At It
Christine and George were friends of mine when we lived in Stephenville. As was her custom, Christine was the first one up in the morning to get the two kids ready for school and her husband off to work.
On this particular winter morning, when she pulled open the drapes, she was greeted with a blinding, howling blizzard outside.
"George," she shouted to her husband, "get up and have a look; you can't see a thing!"
"Well," came the muffled reply from underneath the sheets, "if I can't see a thing, what good is it to get up and have a look?"
...and pulling the covers more tightly around himself, he drifted back to sleep.
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Cats + Wool = Angry owner
The other day I was knitting a headband for myself. Seeing as I am just beginning to knit and having a little trouble I thought that I would start off with a simple pattern. Anyway I left the room to ask my mother a quick question. I was gone for about two minutes. When I came back my two cats, Lilly and Sprite, had my room turned inside out. The wool was everywhere. That is why Cats+Wool=Angry owner.
Heaven is Far Away! My daughter-in-law's grandfather passed away recently. My husband and I attended the funeral, which was out of town. My little four-year-old granddaughter, Ellie, was crying throughout the funeral service. With tears rolling down her cheeks she would say "Poppy is gone, I'm not going to see him anymore." She was pitiful. After the funeral service, we took our granddaughter in our car while her parents and family members went to the graveyard. She continued to ... click to read moreMy daughter-in-law's grandfather passed away recently. My husband and I attended the funeral, which was out of town. My little four-year-old granddaughter, Ellie, was crying throughout the funeral service. With tears rolling down her cheeks she would say "Poppy is gone, I'm not going to see him anymore." She was pitiful. After the funeral service, we took our granddaughter in our car while her parents and family members went to the graveyard. She continued to cry as we drove to get her an ice-cream, hoping to get her mind off her great grandfather. To try to stop her from crying, I said "Your poppy loved to see you smiling, he would be sad to see you cry." That only worked for a short time, I was almost crying with her each time she'd wail about missing her Poppy. Then I said, "Your Poppy is up in Heaven, looking down at you." She stopped crying, looked at me very seriously with her tear-filled eyes and said "Nanny, my poppy is not in heaven yet!" "Yes he is," I said, "Your poppy is up in Heaven with Holy God." She said, "No Nanny, we just left him and you know heaven is far away from Harbour Grace, he wouldn't be there yet!" And with that, while I smiled, she continued to cry about missing her great grandfather.
A Four-Year-Old's Dream
My four-year-old granddaughter Ava awoke in the morning telling her mom she dreamt there was a pink phone out in the porch. As Ava was jumping off the bed, her mom asked where she was going? "To get the phone," Ava replied. Her mom tried to explain that there was no pink phone in the porch, that it was just a dream. "What do you mean?" said Ava. Her mom again tried to explain that a dream is just what you think of while you are sleeping. Ava said, "but if it's not true why was I thinking it?"
