Weekly Photo Challenge: Ephemeral


“ephemeral – lasting for a very short time.
synonyms:       transitory, transient, fleeting, passing, short-lived, momentary, brief, short.”

Easter

Childhood is fleeting, and so was this intense, but tender, conversation.

“Real isn’t how you are made,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.’

‘Does it hurt?’ asked the Rabbit.

‘Sometimes,’ said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. ‘When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.’

‘Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,’ he asked, ‘or bit by bit?’

‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” -Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

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Confession #7: My First Car “Accident”


Last week, CoachDaddy posted a list of Things We’ve Done With Our Brains Switched Off. It spawned this terrible memory…Cue music please…

It was Fall – 1990-something. There was a chill in the air and the leaves were an array of golden hues that could take your breath away on a sunny day. My Mom decided I was ready to go solo! I had had my driver’s license only a short time. I had been studious in class, attentive during my driving lessons, and passed my driving exam with flying colours (as well as enduring the prolonged agony of an eternity in an empty parking lot with my Dad!) I was born to drive…and we needed milk!

First, I dropped Mom at the church so she could practice. Big Guy, who was around 9 months old, was safely strapped in the back seat and completely oblivious to this monumental moment in history. I took a deep breath, signalled my intent to merge into traffic, checked my blind spot, and headed out! I was going to our local convenience store to buy milk! I was driving “solo”!

The drive to the store was uneventful. I stopped at the wonky 5 street intersection, and breezed through the one stoplight on the way (it was green). I expertly snaked my way through the “s” curve under the railroad bridge, and I parked in front of the store. I proudly walked into the store with Big Guy on one hip and the keys swinging in my left hand.

I bought the milk…the usual 4L bag of 2%!

After I buckled Big Guy back in his seat in the back and had climbed into the driver’s seat, I took a few seconds to let the big stupid grin on my face subside before I headed home. My small town life was on the cusp of expanding.

I put the car in reverse, checked out my surroundings, and back out of the space. And then I heard it. A loud Bang! A single Pop! Something was horribly wrong! I slammed on the brakes and frantically looked around me to see if I could discern the source of this sound! And then I noticed him…

The snot-nosed face of a little kid in the back window of the car next to me, his hand splayed across the glass as he laughed hysterically and pointed at me with his other hand. I thought he was going to wet his pants, so exaggerated were his great guffaws. And then I looked at what he was pointing at next. A plastic milk bag in a heap, with a white stain spreading slowly across the pavement…

I had killed it! I had killed…the milk bag!

I had set the bag on the ground next to the back tire so I could hoist Big Guy into his car seat, and in the joy of the moment, I had forgotten it there.

I fled the scene of the accident!

I went home and sobbed my sad story to my Dad, who mercifully agreed to go to the store to buy more milk. I never asked him if he laughed all the way there, and I never checked to see if his seat was wet when he got home.

And I can’t remember if I was ever asked to go for milk again…

Thus ends my tragic tale.

In 6 Words – What We’ve Done With Our Brain Switched Off


The hamster in my brain isn’t running on it’s wheel so well these days. It seems the older I get, the slower the hamster gets. Or maybe it just gets distrac..

Photo courtesy of wikimedia.org-Syrian Hamster

Photo courtesy of wikimedia.org-Syrian Hamster

It’s Brain Awareness Month. My super-cool friend (and he is cool but not because he’s friends with me, just to be clear), put together another hilarious 6 Words post – What We’ve Done With Our Brain Switched Off! He asked friends & blogger friends to share their story in 6 words – a belief brought to us by Hemingway! CoachDaddy will explain it all. See if you can find me! I can relate to #36 (during a job interview where attention to detail was valued), and #38…and several a few others that have sparked blog post ideas for the future.

My imaginary friend and I agree that this is a post worth popping over to see (I’ve made it very clear for you in case your hamster is running slow today too), and if you have a 6-word story, please share it! Even if it’s more than 6 words, please share it. Happy Thursday!

CLICK HERE!!!

It’s Spring…


“When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin’ along along
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song” – Dean Martin

When Big Guy was in Junior Kindergarten, he learned the song “When the Red, Red Robin”. Walking home from school, we would hold hands and skip, singing it at the top of our lungs.

I watched a fat red-breasted robin skipping merrily across the yard today, until he reached the edge of the snow. And then he stopped and stared at it for a long time. A very long time. I was beginning to wonder if he was contemplating suicide. If he stayed there long enough, it could look like an accident. We have at least 2 cats that wander in our neighbourhood…

A few weeks ago, the geese started to return. And then they started to fly south. And then they flew north. The one day we had a mini snowstorm, they just hunkered down in the field next to work and grumbled under their breath. But the flocks are getting bigger – I saw hundreds in the sky last week in at least a dozen different “v” formations…and they were headed east…Bad move, geese! Some Eastern Canadian provinces are still digging out their cars…literally. They are buried in drifts that could easily bury me!

Photo courtesy of The Guardian, P.E.I. 2015

The snow has mostly melted where I live, but with temperatures dipping back in the minuses (celsius, that is), there are no mud puddles. My new red plaid rubber boots are poised by the door!  I’ve already inspected my flower beds but there’s nothing to report but frozen leaves and dirt.

“Wake up wake up you sleepy head get up, get up get out of bed
Cheer up cheer up the sun is red, live, love, laugh, and be happy!”

 And that’s what I’m planning to do…live, love, laugh and be happy! There are signs of spring (even if we can’t put away our snow shovels or pitch our mittens just yet). But if it truly starts to snow again, I am not making any promises!

Happy Tuesday!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh


Spring is coming…but with temperatures dipping into the lower minus double-digits overnight (-19C with wind chill), it just doesn’t feel like it yet. My mittens aren’t going anywhere just yet. The snow is mostly melted, but we still woke up to a light dusting Sunday morning. I adore the fresh scent of clothing dried on the line, especially crawling into be with clean bed sheets after a hot bath. Spring is coming…and when it does, I’ll be hanging all my laundry on the line.

Laundry on Clothesline

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