Monday, December 31, 2007

Day # 33 HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE


Wishing you all the most wonderful year ever.
Playful.
Healthful.
Delightful.
Loveful.
Bountiful.
Beautiful.

Karen

Photo by Lawrence Spencer from cover of calendar, Dalhousie Faculty of Science 2007.
I tried many times at fireworks events to get the perfect pic, but didn't/couldn't.
Lawrence must have been near the Dartmouth Bridge.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Day # 34 Time n Money


My friend, Wilma, dropped in today, and we discussed 'time'.
Time well spent...
Spending time with...
Time flies...
Give it time.

If you think of these sayings, consider this:
Like money, time can either be SPENT or SAVED.

It's something that can be SAVED,
as in rushing around and getting stressed out for,
or,
it can be SPENT - on having the fun of doing what you enjoy.

Either way,
YOU CAN'T TAKE IT WITH YOU!

YOUR time; YOUR money - use it!!!
(as long as there are no harmful foreseeable consequences)

Do that cycling tour or whatever it is you need to do!
JUST GO AHEAD and DO IT!!!

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Day # 35 Home-Leaving


Leaving home yet again.
First she comes home for the holidays.
Oh, Joy.
Then she has to leave again.
Oh, Woe.
What can be worse than standing in the raw cold wind
waiting for a train that is three-quarters of an hour late.
Here it comes now!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Day # 36 Lucking Out


This note of importance from
www.crazyguyonabike.com/msynder
in response to my asking him
why he chose Cannondale:

'Why Cannondale? In my reading, Cannondale had been consistantly shown to be a well made bike - so it had name recognition along with a few others.
I also wanted to get a bike that had a dealer in the near-by city of Calgary.
I went to 3 different LBSs there, tried out several bikes, and the Cannondale had the features I wanted and felt the best.
The Trek was a close 2nd - but the gear levers were bar ends (they're not now), and I did NOT want that.
But, I do admit to being more-than-a-little ignorant when I bought it - I think I lucked out.
Whatever bike you get, be sure you get a super-strength rear wheel.
And use a thread tightener (Loc Tite - blue) to avoid the mega-problems I faced with spokes loosening.
Have you read my "Tips for Clydesdale" page?
I wish I'd have known that stuff before I left. Murray Snyder'

Murray's site pages (22) about 'The Dempster Highway' are simply wonderful. K

Day # 37 Delicacy of Early Winter

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Day # 38 Boxing Day


A morning at the mall to return things,
and an afternoon and an evening at work
to pay for the things that weren't returned.
On the way over the bridge,
we saw a pretty little tug boat down below
breaking the ice in the Bay of Quinte
near the mouth of the Moira River.
By the time we got to Myer's Pier so I could get a photo,
the tug had disappeared.
Here's one pic I did get instead.

Day # 39 Merry Christmas



39
and
Holding.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.

May it be your best one ever.

KIS ses

Monday, December 24, 2007

Day # 40 Off My Rocker


On My Rocker.
On and Off.

Rocking.
Rocking.

All Day Long.
Practicing for Retirement.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Day # 41 Rain


Who would believe it!
Just two days before Christmas but pouring rain.
8 degrees Celcius.
Dismal. Grey.
Damp in and out.
My bike awaits, patiently (unlike me), in the sunroom beside the little fake Christmas tree and the angel.
Not very sunny today, as you see, in the sunroom or outside.
Oh, that the angel could change things for the better.
Don't mind going to work after all.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Blog #42 Home-Coming

T'is the Christmas season when wanderers return.
Today my 2nd youngest daughter comes home for Christmas.
Three daughters and one granddaughter cannot.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Day # 43 1943

43! more days.
Born in 1943.
It's almost Christmas.
So little time to blog.
Bought all our Christmas food yesterday.
Went to Toro Sushi for supper.
Came home and filled candy dishes.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Day # 44 The Police Car


Mr. T was playing with his little cars for quite a while on the livingroom coffee table while here on Monday.
I had meant the night before to take the blown glass bowl off the table b4 he came, but forgot...one of the hazards of impending retirement.
All of a sudden, I saw him straighten up
and raise his hand back with a car in his fist.
I started up from the chair, saying, 'Mr. T, don't throw that. Don't.'
Too late.
He couldn't co-ordinate enough to stop,
but I caught him by surprise mid-throw,
and maybe startled him a bit,
because he lost stride, his arm jerked,
and he bonked himself on the head with the police car
but then threw it anyway.
By then it had lost most of its momentum.
Still, it landed on the lip of the bowl,
and bounced off onto the coffee table and then hit the floor.
Then he started crying because of so many reasons.
my verbal order; my starting to get up; the bonk on the head; the crack of the dish; and the whacking onto the teak wood coffee table.
Opa came in from the kitchen and asked what was wrong.
I was laughing and Trent was crying.
Then he said 'You know you shouldn't throw things,'
and walked back to his cooking.
Mr. T couldn't cry long because I was laughing so much,
and, as we all know, laughter is infectious,
plus he didn't bonk himself that hard.
Image! The bowl wasn't even chipped.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Day # 45 What Comes Naturally


It's that time of year to haul out the Christmas decorations.
Even though you tend to downsize as you near retirement,
and/or have less room to put these things out,
it's like ducks migrating...
it comes naturally.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Day # 46 Hobby Potential


This is the Gingerbread House that I got at work at the silent auction.
The figures are leftover Christmas decorations.
The policeman talking to the boy is one I bought for my companion,
who, in 1935, was brought home to his parents by a policeman in Zwolle, Holland.
Here is another idea for things to take up in retirement...baking.
It's something you could even sell at craft sales, or silent auctions.
However, the monies for these items went to charities.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Day # 47 Lows and Highs


Third day of Vacation.
A Mr. T day, but his Mommy had to bring him over here this morning because our driveway had not yet been plowed.
Mr. Tz neighbourhood 6 yr. old friend, Brady, was also snowbound, and dropped in. We put puzzles together as it is Bradyz fav. activity. We opened a new puzzle which is a map of Canada with huge pieces, completely covering the coffee table 3 x 4.
Grandpa Des arrived in the afternoon to bring a 4 x 5 piece of plywood plus a can of bright grass green paint, and we tried out Trentz new Brio train on it b4 the painting.
In the evening I went to the art film, 'Once', and it was well worth the cold trip.
Came home cold, sat in a chair, and was given a glass of Baileys.
It didn't last long, though I took tiny sips.
'Do you want another? I am one ahead of you,' asks my companion.
'Just 1/2 a glass as the bottle is getting low, and I am getting high.'
It didn't last long, either, and is was not 1/2 full, but full.
Donchajistluvthistymeofcheer?
Yep, still do.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Day # 48 Advent Calendars

Big storm in southern ON today.
The roads in Prince Edw. Cty. are barely useable.
Nice home-bound break, and good practice re: entertaining myself on days when I can't ride because of the weather during my cycling trip across the TransCanTrail.
I wrapped some gifts, drank some Baileys,
decorated the tree, drank some Baileys,
emailed relatives and friends, drank some Baileys,
and actually did two hand-written letters.


Every day since the 1st of Dec.,
I have done letters and cards
to my 11 yr. old granddaughter, Marlowe,
and to my 87 yr. old dearest Aunt Ida.
Every card/letter has
a photo in the envelope for my aunt,
and gifts in the envelope for Marlowe.
The gifts have to be flat, like a package of gummies/treats, stickers, photos, and a letter/note for each one.
A personal kind of advent calendar since I won't be seeing them this Christmas.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Day # 49 Work-Stopper!

First day of Vacation!
Hooray!
One week's vacation, and then one day at work.
Boo!
Two Mr. T days, T-sitting,
hip hip hooray!
and then working Boxing Day - over-time.
Don't mind working over-time!
Then 2 days off using up my last 2 requested-days-off for 2007.
Wonderful, wonderful.
Then the team's regular weekend off.
Super!
Then 2 more Mr. T days.
The best days of all. I'm so lucky.

First I slept in,
and then luxuriated in the bed for half an hour,
finally getting up at 10:30 am.
While I waited for the water to boil for tea, I vaccuumed up the dog hair.
Relaxed with hot green tea and a really good book, 'Run'.
I had to do 2 Sudokus before I going to work and putting plastic on two windows in the porch/sunroom, and decorating it for Christmas.
.
Later, I got out the boxes of Christmas decorations and put them out and about the rest of the rooms, constantly tripping over the dog warming himself by the little electric fireplace. Because of the flash, you can't see the 'flame'.
My partner put a stop to the work, though, when he showed up with a big, beautiful, brown bottle of WORK-STOPPER:
Baileys!!!

Warning: morish.
Donchajustluvthistymeofcheer.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Day #50 Beat by 5 Years


My team lead from work is retiring today.
She is 60 years old but looks much younger.
She loves to play golf, and is out there on the greens every possible day, including work days as we are an evening team.
Green Gables had a lovely little Scotty dog (stuffie) that I have purchased for her as a retirement gift.
The card is a little dog in a suitcase which asks with a plaintive look on its boxer puppy face 'Take me, too?'
That's exactly how I feel today. Take me, too, Di.
I have given the stuffie the name of Par-tou. (as in par 2)
I will try not to let jealously show in my eyes when I give it to her this afternoon.
In fact, I try to never allow jealousy to be a part of my life, so in some way, I will celebrate this event, too, happily, and from the heart.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Day # 51 Hit the Roof


At work, the finishing touch for our cafeteria
- the annual 15 foot Christmas tree, completely decorated by employees.
At home, I bought a Norfolk live tree for the livingroom, so it is even more important that I remember to water it than if I had purchased a cut one.
It won't survive outdoors in our climate, so I may have to adopt it out one day.
I had decided last year to keep plants no more so that I would have complete freedom, but they still seem to keep accumulating here,
and even more surprisingly, thriving, in spite of semi-neglect.

Day # 52 Promise of Things to Come


Cattle Pen (formerly) for the to-be-shipped Cty Rd #8.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Day # 53 Trapped!


Snowday
and a
Mr. T Day.
Feeling trapped?
When you absolutely can't get out on your bicycle,
there's always the watching of snow falling
in the relative warmth and safety of home -
whatever 'home' represents at the time...
a house, an apt., a tent, a trailer, a barn, a cave, or a snowfort.

Day # 54 Abstract



Like my life:

abstract,

interesting in large part,

and a little cracked,

but strong enough to take it.

Day # 55 Another Word for Freedom

Hitch-hiking!
This from Jo re: © 2007 The Chronicle-Herald - Halifax. All rights reserved.

She's a streetwise lady; 86-year-old Tina Muller relies on her thumb to get around, and local drivers love her for it.
Muller is a frail-looking, 86-year-old woman, often burdened with 2, 3, or 4 bags of groceries, she stands at the edge of the road, looking for all the world like a strong gust of wind could send her flying...so it doesn't take long to catch a ride.
Drivers slow down, aghast to see what looks suspiciously like their grandmother hitchhiking.
Doors open, a lift is offered and Muller settles into a car, often hearing from the driver comments such as, "Are you crazy?" or "Are you for real?"
Once the Burford, Ont., hitchhiker gets out of the car, though, it turns out she's done the favour.
She leaves drivers feeling like a little blessing has passed through their car.
Her good nature, ready laugh and simple philosophy of life is evident, even within the space of a 10-minute ride.
"Many people give me a ride and end up saying, 'I'm so grateful I picked you up. You made my day!'" says Muller. "I guess I make them laugh."
Once the proud owner of a real muscle car, Muller preaches some basic reasoning.
"I used to have a 396 Chevelle Supersport, but did I appreciate it when I had a car? No, but now I would. You have to lose things before you appreciate them.
"Two friends of mine are on dialysis twice a week for three hours, but how often do we appreciate the job our kidneys are doing? I say it's a good thing we can't see any further than our nose is long because we might be petrified if we saw what's coming."
Fiercely independent, Muller has been hitting the roads for the past 24 years after separating from her husband. Buses to Burford, about eight kilometres west of Brantford in central southwestern Ontario, have always been sporadic and money is too tight to be taking cabs very often.
She hated to ask people for rides and so she began hitchhiking.
It frustrates her family, who have tried to prevent the senior from using her version of public transportation, and it makes drivers feel protective toward her.
One guy gave her a lift to Brantford and insisted she take the $20 bill he forced into her hand so she could take a taxi home.
Usually it's the other way around.
Muller always has a toonie at hand and presses it on her newfound friends at the end of a ride.
"Some take it and some won't. I always say, 'Get yourself a coffee, put it in the gas tank or buy a (lottery) ticket and maybe it will be a winner.'"
Muller rides buses or gets lifts from her two sons and brother, but when she needs to go somewhere and there's no ride, she doesn't like to ask for help.
"People will think that's strange considering I stand on the road begging for a ride, but if I ask someone to take me to the pharmacy, they have to say yes or no. If I put my thumb out, they can stop or not.
"This is my freedom."
While most of us have grown up amid all sorts of cautions involving hitchhiking, Muller isn't afraid to cast her fate to the wind and see who will stop for her each day. She's not afraid to turn down a ride if her warning bell goes off.
Muller says she only learned recently that hitching rides is illegal in Ontario. That knowledge is not likely to stop her, although she would probably urge young people to avoid following her path.
As if an 86-year-old hitchhiker isn't enough to take in, many of Muller's drivers are rocked by the news that she has to be home in time to get ready for work at 4 p.m. The senior has gone back to janitorial work to help her daughter-in-law who had a heart attack. She cleans offices at factories for 30 hours a week.
Neighbour Roger Davis of Davis Fuels has been watching Muller's antics for years.
"She runs her own show. I pick her up sometimes and she's always got a good joke for you and something interesting to say. She's a streetwise lady."
Some people look at the frequency of Muller's trips to Brantford and wonder why she doesn't move to the city, but she likes her rural home.
When people who have driven Muller see her on the roadside, they often turn around to get her. Sometimes they update her on their lives.
"It's been two years since I've seen you," one man told her recently. "We had another baby."
Muller says sometimes the first car will stop and other times it could take as many as 20 vehicles before she gets a ride. But she's sure a ride will come.
"Somebody's taking care of me, I always say. And I'm always so grateful for the ride."

Day #56 1 Option More


Santa Claus Parade at Quinte Mall.
What a great hobby this would/could/should be!

Day # 57 One More Option

Apparently, there are a lot of people who work from their homes now but are connected by internet to their former employers, or to others.
Big retail catalogue chains hire people this way; so do large pizza companies.
I'm only just learning about this, and it seems viable.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Day # 58 Payroll

A friend of mine from school days back in the 50's on PEI wrote this to me:

"Like you, I can't wait to get on the government 'payroll'.
Of course, we'll be doing just about as much work as most civil servants."

Maybe more, if you look back a couple of blogs to see the options.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Day # 59 St. Nicholas Day

A Dutch Holiday.
One of my workmates,
a Dutchman whose last name happens to be Holland,
strangely enough,
gave all of his/my team members a chocolate deHeer letter
- made in Rotterdam, Holland.
I was doubly lucky because Kelly gave me hers.
I told her I would have been happy no matter what the letter - W, X, Y, or Z.
St. Nicholas was actually a Turkish priest who was such a good person that he was accorded the same role in Holland as 'Santa Claus' was here.
On Christmas, though, the day is celebrated just as the birth of Jesus - no Santa.
St. Nicholas day is Dec. 6.
May St. Nicholas be good to all of you.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Day # 60 Winter


Winter - in Arizona, that is.
What am I doing here?
There's good cycling there, too,
as long as
you watch out for the sidewinders,
reptilian AND human,
as well as the other vipers.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Day # 61 Grey Ice




The day after

the day after

the ice storm.

Grey and icy.

Who wants to go out?

Not I.

But I did.

Monday, December 3, 2007

Day # 62 Freezing Rain


The car
is covered
with frosted ice

You can barely
make out its colour

The thought
of going out
is not nice

This is only
the beginning of winter,
as such.
It's not yet
winter solstice.

They say there's not much snow and ice down south.
Cuba, here I come!

Oops, sorry, there's still a customer waiting for service,
and,
since our company was listed as #1 in customer service by CBC,
I'd better get back to work.

Wait for me, Cuba.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Day # 63 Slow Time

An old codger said to me tonight,
"It's going to be an exceptionally cold winter this year,
so they say.
And to make matters even worse,
they have put us on slow time,
so it will go really slowly.

Then they put us on fast time for summer,
and summer goes so fast,
it's gone before you know it,
and you just didn't have enough time to enjoy it all."

Well, old codger,
I hope to slow down time, anyway, when I retire.
Does this mean winter will soon become my favourite time then?
Fat chance!

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Day #64 Retirement Options

Cycling - across Canada, across the prov, or in the neighbourhood.
Swimming - Sandbanks, North Beach, Smith Bay or all 3,
every day or every other summer day.
Hiking - conservation areas, provincial parks, and national parks.
Camping and cycling trails.
Working - part-time or just continuing on for a spell.
Traveling, and incorporating all of the above in the trip,
and/or visiting relatives.
Taking courses at a college.
Playing games on the computer,
or board games with friends and family.
Free Cell - Sudoku - Scrabble - Euchre.
Learning how to download music from the internet.
Learning how to use an ipod and other electronics.
Reading more Canadiana - Women authors first.
Watching the news.
Watching all the movies I've missed.
Writing - letters, articles for newspapers, storybooks for children, and/or a novel.
Lying in the sun.
Having tea with friends and neighbours.
Joining organizations - photo club, gym, Women's institute, poetry meetings etc.
Vegging at the cabin, moving stones, having bonfires, BBQ's, sitting on the deck.
Play with the dog. Train the dog. Walk the dog. Shave the dog.
Play with the grandson. Train the grandson. Walk the grandson...
Walking in the woods and fields, alone and with my grandson.
Boating - canoe, kayak, sailboat, motor boat, cruise boat.
Photographing, and reporting interesting things to the naturalists
like Terry Sprague.
Berry picking. Apple picking.
Canning.
Going to the arts films, like Cinefest and QFA.
Going to film festivals.
Visiting fairs, art galleries, museums, studios.
Hobbies - sewing, needlepoint, gardening.
Dining out - Lake on the Mountain, outside in the sun at a patio table.
Dining in - Chinese, Japanese, Grecian, Canadian, Ukranian, Italian, any-ian.
Shopping, craft sales, lawn sales, garage sales.
Coffee shops, hot chocolate shoppes.
Phoning friends.
Cleaning out old cupboards, closets, drawers, junk.
Renovating, redecorating.
Celebrate everything - retirement, birthdays, unbirthdays, holidays, the day.
Bird watching. Animal watching. Cloud watching.
Meditating.
Vegetating.