Saturday, August 30, 2008

and then it is all over

Am home again.

Had a shortish sleep before heading back to work, but now, with another holiday weekend upon us, can rest up until Tuesday.

The malevolent gods tried one last time, sending enough thunder and lightning and rain on Kennedy to cause a 5 hour - yes, FIVE HOURS - delay on my 7 1/2 hour flight. Three and a half of which was spent on the plane. The crew knew we must be starving, so eventually brought out the meals, but with a plea from the pilot (as it was against all regulations) that if we got the call to move forward we had to put our tables in the upright position in the seatback ahead and hold our trays in our laps!! (Un)fortunately, we were done eating (we were that hungry!) before we finally took off. But really, it only gave me one more good story to dine on for the entire two weeks. Every time I was entreated upon to tell it again for the next visitor, I got a lot of "oh dear, how awful" followed closely by a desire to give me a drink "after such an ordeal", even if it was days after the fact and I had totally gotten over the tiredness of the long wait. With each retelling, I was richly rewarded.

Last night, I opened up the computer to masses of emails. 199 to be exact. Deleted about 170 of them but of the rest which were not spam, I read all the lovely messages from you all.

I know, you just want the pictures now, don't you?

More will follow, but for now I need more sleep. And to vacuum the cat hair off of everywhere - I missed the darling, but oh how nice it was to be free of the hair!


Wedding the first




and



Wedding the second







and here we have the view of the reception hotel at Tylney Hall where the family (20 of us) stayed overnight with great pleasure!






the next morning, my cousin R and I.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Monday AMuse



yep, still on holiday
hope you're all enjoying the last bit of summer

Monday, August 18, 2008

Monday AMuse



predicting a wild time,
still on hols,
courtesy of blogger pre-posting.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

have faith, all ye who panic

A 32 minute drive to passport office.
A 1 minute wait for elevator.
A 45 second transaction of retrieving passport, and I'm off flying!

And because a tradition of several decades cannot be broken at this stage, I still have 43 things left on my to-do list from washing the kitchen floor and cleaning the aquarium, to laundry, tidying up, buying shoes ... packing.

Have a great 2 weeks everyone.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

findings

The laundry room in our building has become quite the depository for unwanted items. A very large bin for used clothes appeared about a year ago with all donations benefiting Breast Cancer research. Very handy it has become. It is almost always full. A bookshelf appeared to hold all the books and bits of china that were being left on the floor. Of course things are still left on the floor because people are such lazy slobs. Once you've schlepped your stuff all the way down to the basement and along the hall, well, is it really too much that you lift the flap of the clothing donation bin? Or take your books out of the box and line them up on the shelf? Apparently it is.

It is even worse at the donation boxes in the parking lots of shopping malls. Even though they clearly state it is for 'CLOTHING ONLY' and may even list all the items that must not be left there, you will see piles of garage sale rejects left on the ground. Common sense would tell you that a bin for a clothing drop off would not be able to use your children's toys, kitchen chairs, old computer parts, or fake flower arrangements. And you, who left that lazy boy rocker, or the old TV still in its original 1960's console, did you really expect it to survive the rain we have seen daily?? Could you not have just gone to a Goodwill, or Sally Ann or Value Village??

Our garage also gets its fair share of castoffs. And you will often see people wandering around the recycling bins to see if anything useful has been left. I have gotten quite a few things - and have left behind quite a few things. Anything in good condition will be gone almost immediately. Sometimes you will see a chair, or table, or plant stand reappear months or years later, soon to be claimed by another tenant. It is like a long term lending library of furniture.

The other day I took a box of books down to the shelves and by the time I came back to pick up my laundry 45 minutes later most of them had disappeared. The pickings of reading material is often interesting. Our building used to be adult only and there are still a fair number of 'older persons' who will move on to a smaller 'home' or whose belongings will be cleared out by their family. You can tell when such a collection has been cleared out. Suddenly dozens of old cookbooks will appear. Novels written of a certain era. Some people are seemingly still into collecting Silhouette or Harlequin Romance. Literally dozens of them will appear at a time. Someone had a real dieting issue with the collection of South Beach, Atkins, Fit4Life, WeightWatchers, No Carbs, Low Fat, Protein books that were dropped off. A half dozen books on horse training and dressage were once seen. Travelling Nova Scotia and the Cabot Trail had three versions all from the 1970's. Some of these will languish for weeks before being trucked off to ... a charity shop somewhere.

But today, I scored these:

The Red Queen by Margaret Drabble
Flying Finish by Dick Francis
The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler
Astrid & Veronika by Linda Olsson
The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
The In-Between World of Vikram Lall by MG Vassanji
Whiteshorn Woods by Maeve Binchey
Small Island by Andrea Levy
The Confessions of Max Tivoli by Andrew Sean Greer
Don't Go To The Cosmetics Counter Without Me by Paula Begum

Except for the last one, I believe I have my reading material for the airport and plane.

The train will provide its own entertainment that I won't want to miss.

Anyone read any of these?

Monday, August 11, 2008

Monday AMuse




getting ready to leave it all behind

Saturday, August 9, 2008

flirt not that ye shall be seen as ...

There is a night concierge at one of the condos I deliver to. He sees my car coming up to the front of the building on his monitor, and he rushes up from his desk to open the door for me. He is always friendly, smiling, joking, flirting. He pays me little empty compliments, commenting on my t-shirt with the deer on it, how I always have a smile, how my eyes sparkle in the moonlight, how lovely my hair looks, how he likes it long. But, when my mother died, he made a point of expressing his condolences (I gather my co-worker told him why he had to deal with her instead of me, the smiling one, for a few nights).
I look forward to this bright spot in a dark night of working alone. His routine is what makes me smile when I get to that part of my route.

On Friday, I had my hair done. It is much shorter, a little different shade.

He didn't notice!

A flirt should pay attention to their flirting comments, don't you think?

Thursday, August 7, 2008

car, meet pepe le pew

Last night it rained.

Last night I met a skunk.

Excuse me while I go shower.

And get my car detailed.

Pepe Le Pew

oops, you might want to turn down volume a bit!

a little perspective, please

I had a couple days of self indulgence in agonizing over what, for many, might seem a luxury. A trip overseas for a wedding. Then I read the most recent posting of an Iraqi girl who is desperate to simply go to school and live a normal life without the stresses and horrors of the life that is in her homeland.

Have a wander over and read Sunshine's blog called Days of My Life. I have been reading her posts for several months, sometimes with awe, sometimes anguish. While simply telling it like it is, as seen through the eyes of a teenager, she puts shame to some of our worries, our complacencies. This isn't her intent at all, but you cannot read of her experiences without feeling some of that.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

spiralling into a calm

So, I have this friend....

With a heart of gold. Who would offer to do anything for you. Expect nothing in return, except your happiness. Who is always blindsided when his generosity is not appreciated because sometimes what he wants you to have is not always what you want.

I fly out on Thursday with a 75 minute layover at JFK and arrive for my cousin to pick me up at 6:55 am. She will be so excited to see me she won't mind getting up at dawn...

I have no idea what this has cost my friend. He refuses to say. He is just happy that he thinks I am now happy. And that he was able to make it all better.

It's a complicated relationship.
I am biting my tongue. I am too exhausted to do anything else.
Thanks for putting up with my venting.