A blog full of memories
Otherwise called antiques. Today, there was a huge antique sale in our town square. What is an antique, really? It’s just dead people’s stuff. Not that I know anything about antiques–but I find it all kind of creepy. Dead people’s stuff. Stuff that didn’t belong to anyone you know, so you don’t require a fond …
I have been walking every Sunday with my friends and neighbours around Fitch Mountain (the bump in the landscape behind Healdsburg, where I live). It’s quite a climb, especially if we do it in the reverse direction. We call ourselves Fitch Mountain Fitness!! Carol asked me to walk with her and her team for the …
My friends Ian and Wendy attended a Chinese opera when they went to China this summer. Ian took a picture of the translated words from the opera. That is how I feel today. Weird how you can see some words from another language translated into your own (however rough) and they seem to say exactly …
Last night I bought some root vegetables to make soup–root vegetable soup with turkey. Wholesome. Nutritious. That was the plan anyway. I bought four red potatoes, a turnip (or I call it a turnip–people here in the States call it a rutabaga), a parsnip, and an onion. I already had celery and carrots. That’s it. …
One day my sister and her friend Alison were out for a horseback ride. Alison seemed a little more quiet than usual, so my sister asked her what was wrong. She said she had been preoccupied with what to do with her aging cat. Merlin was nearing 12 or 13 at the time. Alison had …
Today for lunch, we went to a little place 5 minutes drive from work. We sat outside and ate lunch and commented on the lamas, various cars, and license plates. When it was time to go, we cleared the dishes back into the cafe, and came back outside to get in the car to go …
My family never had a TV until 1982. Even then, it was a simple, small black and white TV that sat on the kitchen counter. Dad told us we should use our imaginations to entertain ourselves. Besides, the entire world was out there for us to experience. We didn’t need to breed mediocrity by watching …
My parent’s long-time friend and neighbour, Nancy, has a herniated disk and is getting surgery for it. In fact, I believe she’s had the surgery, but she’s still in Vancouver. The Friday before she was due to fly out (from Whitehorse to Vancouver for the surgery), she called my Mum to ask for some help. …
I’m not a great photographer and don’t normally take snapshots on holidays just to say later on: Been there. Done that—the I-was-here-but-now-I’m-gone thing. However, on my recent trip North, I used some plastic figurines (Homies™, I discovered later) that I had aquired to take the touristy photos. It ended up being a lot of fun. …
