Thursday, July 31, 2014
I was rushing off to my evening fitness class when I saw the free weekly Bridges local newspaper had been delivered. I thought to pick one up, but there seemed to be lots there and surely there would be some left by the time I got back.
Lo and behold, the stand was empty except for some flyers someone had left behind. On a whim, I went to check to make sure. Then I spotted one of the papers, badly crumpled in the recycle bin beside the stand. I snatched it up and saw that all the pages were intact.
The reject. Discarded because it wasn't perfect and no one wanted it. I wanted it. I didn't mind. I had to hold the pages firmly to pull out the wrinkles to read it. It was useable. The stories of local people and events came to life all the same!
I know what its like to be the reject. Bullied and tormented from an early age because I wasn't perfect. Wasn't normal. The Gimp. The Gibble. Teacher's Pet from being excused from gym. I never let it define me. I had an artistic talent no one could criticize. I was put in a special class to develop my talent. That was the only time the torment was silenced. I had requests for my pictures, which ranged from realistic drawings to psychedelic. It was the one place I could escape to be normal, exceptional even. It was my rock throughout the school years. I was alone and friendless, the one friend I had in the early grade having moved away.
I spent my adult life also alone. I actually came to love it that way. Doing my own thing on my own terms. It made me stand up on my own and to not let the critics get to me. The many health issues and surgeries I had all through my life from an early age only made me that much tougher mentally.
It is said everyone has something that they are good at. I was fortunate to find two, art and bridge. I can no longer do art as my disabled hands and fingers have taken away my dexterity and fine motor control. But bridge can be enjoyed by anyone, even handicapped people with no arms!
So the lesson is simple. Life is too short to be bemoaning all the bad things life throws at you. Its up to you to find something you can enjoy. Something that makes you come alive. Who knows, you may even get good at it!
There is never any good reason to feel like the reject.
Find your inner warrior and meet your challenges head on.
Achieve what ever you set your mind to!
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
The back yard is huge. They have a 150 foot by 75 foot lot. Lots of ground to cover!
Mom enjoyed creating arrangements:
Its simply impossible to get an overview of the yard, but here is the best shoe:
Grandma's Parking on the end:
We haven't lit this on fire yet, sure would like to:
Displays include trapper Jack's shack (lean to, real traps as Mom grew up on a trapline)
The view up the hill:
More flower arranging:
overview of the back:
There were two barrels on each end of the massive tree. That tree was planted in the middle of that area by my Stepdad to mark the property line:
Leading up to the shade garden:
Loved this barrel:
A display of antiques and soapstone carvings, the heads of my Grandmother and her sister.
The shade garden, Mom's bedroom overlooks this:
The rockery that Mom dug into the side of the hill. She moved the rocks herself and hauled dirt in by the wheelbarrow load to create her garden. As she has clay soil, she must replenish it each year just to save the perennials:
Loved the pot choices and the complementary plants that went in them:
View from the other end of the walk way:
My background page is of one of my favorite flowers, the snapdragons. Mom is always required to put those in as well as a Begonia pot, just for me and lets me pay for them at least. The only thing she will let me do with her garden is deadhead and weed :-P
I went to a chair assisted yoga class and really enjoyed it. Was challenging in parts -the pressure on my bad toes without the protection of shoes, discovered my balance is even worse without the support of shoes :-P The instructor explained the use of blocks and proper breathing techniques. I was wishing I had the use of both arms for some of the poses.
I have decided not to use the wristband for the Fitbit and just keep the little tracker in my pocket. Discovered I had to put it back in the band to activate the sleep mode. My sleep is horrible. I show as usually five hours, but with 8 or more wakeups. Can't even make it to an hour before waking up!!
Again Mom extended an invite and its so hard to resist. But I need to hit the grindstone, get my club work done as much as possible in advance of my surgery, in particular the date book and making sure everyone is squared away using the security system so they don't keep setting it off. Still trying to track down stray keys, a difficult process with people on vacation or away at the lake.. If I can't find any spares, I will have to order new ones of the very expensive keys :-(
I need to stay on track with my food and exercise. Unfortunately, that means remaining in my dark, smoke filled apartment :-( Somehow being at Mom's, enjoying that fabulous garden, the warm south sun seems to lure in a state of semi sleep, not wanting to do anything but sit there and let the heat of the sun soothe my aches. It is a paradise and a wonderful place to veg.
Have a great day!
Monday, July 28, 2014
Mom really wanted a pot of thistles for a display, the morning of the tour, so off we went:
The front yard had things newly put in so was not yet established, as this whole area had been overgrown by a massive fitzer so that you could not see the original sidewalk only two short years ago:
This rocky area has been here for a while but she added new plants and connected it with the other area:
This area had been a stone pathway leading to a stone bench, but Mom wanted to build things up so she totally changed it:
She built up this circular area:
Bird in a basket! She can't use hanging baskets in her big open space as the wind would knock them down:
To get around the back, you have to go over this badly buckled and cracked cement pathway. Mom thought she would brighten it up to make sure everyone could see the uneven cement:
She made this the children's play area, putting old toys there and hidden beneath the vine was an old mustang bike she rescued from the river bank:
These glass windchimes were brought back from Germany when my brother and sister got to go meet our relatives on my Father's side, this being some 40 years ago:
Mom showcased some aboriginal art on the wall. My grandmother was Cree and very skilled at beadwork and making birch bark baskets. Even though they are 40 plus years old or more, fortunately they are still in great shape:
Basket with moss:
Freddie was unimpressed with the wet weather which is why she is a housecat:
Loved this basket on a wicker chair:
That is all for now.
I worked out for an hour before my work, then after the game, I pulled weeds and did some trimming in my little garden patch and around the general area, it was long overdue.
I am off for the rest of the week, only needing to do month end on Friday. Of course Mom extended an invite, but the problem is we both have too much food as she always goes over supplying our relatives when they come over, so there wouldn't be any room for all my stuff and the leftovers. The weather is supposed to be sunny and hot for the week, so very tempting!!!
I ate too much on the weekend and got no exercise so the weight found me again :-P My sister brought some fabulous treats including lemon, date and fig squares, kettle corn and chai pecan pumpkin pie! We just sat around enjoying each other's company or shopped and of course on the big day of the garden tour, it was prep and host.
Thanks for stopping by, have a great evening!
Friday, July 25, 2014
Mom decided to take Daisy out for a quick run and swim and to beat the weather coming in, had Angus drop us off at the start of the trail in the grasslands:
Out of the explosion of blue, violet, purple, yellow and white, only saw this one small amount of two tone orange yellow flowers:
Then saw only a few plants sporting these very unusual yellow flowers:
On one of the main trails, we were surprised to see somone had hauled down a nice sturdy picnic table! Those bush partiers are dedicated!
A stream that was dried up is now running again:
The lower trail was wet and muddy consisting of puddle after puddle:
Storm moving in:
Storm over the house, Daisy standing by the orange chair at the top of the hill:
The only photo of Mom's Delphiniums, the tall white flowers at the top, they were her centerpiece there and the bushiest they had ever been:
My sister's power was knocked out all night and most of the morning on her farm. She is coming into the city early today for a long weekend here, bringing munchies she had baked. We are hoping my brother and his family can make it for supper after the garden show on Sunday..
My fitbit shows I managed 5 hours of sleep with 8 wake ups, and lots of restlessness.
Have a fabulous Friday all!
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