I don’t discuss politics too quickly as it tends to divide even friends. However, you might be interested in our level of involvement in our Canadian federal elections.
In the previous election I had agreed to have a lawn sign, and act as a scrutineer at our local polling station, on behalf of our conservative candidate, Maurice Vellacott. (I used to go to the same country Sunday School years ago, as his wife, Mary).
So when their campaign office called and asked abou
Last year they disappointed us altogether, but when I called Aunt Margaret she advised to put them out in the cold for a few weeks to give them a shock; then they would bloom. We did, and we had fine, beautiful pink blossoms on all of them for Easter week.
I put them out in the cold sunroom again at the beginning of December, and noticed about a week before Christmas
We’re interrupting my business schedule again for a couple of days. This afternoon Dad and I are going to see the doctor.
Yesterday we were in Saskatoon for the afternoon and evening. I had a Board meeting at the mission to attend, which happens every other month. When it does, because Dad does NOT like to stay home alone, we go early enough to take a supper over to my brother Tom’s and enjoy a little visit with him.
Do certain kinds of weather bother you?
I generally don’t dwell on it much since it’s out of my control, but yesterday when Dad and I were in the city, he complained several times that the fog was making him feel depressed. I’d mentioned various times that we needed new windshield wipers and yesterday he wanted to know where we could buy them. Canadian Tire, of course.
Dad has never really got the hang of buying or giving gifts. Not that he doesn’t want to – he just doesn’t know how. Sometimes I’ve helped him out, but I hate to appear manipulative, so often I’ve just let it go.
However, this was the year that both his sons gave him more expensive electronic gadgets.
Whew! What a week! I got antibiotics from the doctor last Wednesday, but seemed sicker for a couple of days. Strength began to return towards the end of the week. Just that crazy cough to conquer. Then, Sunday the coughing cracked a rib on me! Dad noticed that the toilet in my bathroom downstairs had […]
Do you ever have trouble deciding whether to go see your doctor when you’re sick?
I’ve been wrestling with this for several days now. I came down with a flu bug on Saturday night.
Every year, the first or second Sunday of December, there is a Carol Festival in our local school gym, put on by four participating churches. I always look forward to this. Some years each church has a choir practiced up, or sometimes they have smaller singing groups, even the school prepares a children’s choir. This year they tried the mass choir idea again.
Anyway, I often end up sitting beside someone that I haven’t talked to for years, or have never met before. This time I was beside a nice retired lady
Last week one evening, after doing dishes, I came back in from tossing the compost on the garden (we let it freeze and disintegrate in the spring, and then Dad rotor tills it into the soil). and I said to Dad, who was sitting in his recliner, “You know, next summer I’m going to persist in bringing up and whining for a yard light at the back of the house to shine into the garden. Do you think it will help?”
That’s not all. I’m going to go order my new glasses! I’ve carried a prescription in my purse since June 30, and had been getting a bit concerned because I didn’t have enough saved up yet, and in six months that Rx would be no good. It would cost another $89 to have my eyes re-tested.