Thursday, November 5, 2009
So ignore the blue dots, but appreciate the happy face.
This lady had a wonderful day. I left Cayuga in decent time and thought about stopping at Mom's for a poppy and gloves (more about that later) but I didn't. I drove through some major rain, but the skies had cleared by the time I parked the car at the edge of the Fortino's lot on Dundurn St. I chose to leave my raincoat in the car, but brought my bag with disposable camera, umbrella, baggie with car keys, some cash and nutrition bars. I walked to the castle from there (about eight minutes) with a fella and his eleven year old son. He asked why I came alone and I told him I liked to be on my own to chose my best Royal spots without having to negotiate my choices with someone else. My first choice was front and centre near the press stand in front of the balcony. There were front row spots available at the temporary barricades by the right entrance lane to the castle, so I moved there. I received ribbons from the Dundurn servants who were handing them out from their baskets 0'ribbons. Soon I was joined by a lady of about the same age and stage and we had a good visit. I lamented my poppy-less jacket and she gave me one from a supply she'd brought for anyone who needed one. How kind. And she was a kind, sensitive, CBC loving, Dali Lama admirerer. She'd even lived in Townsend for a time, but found it too country for a girl from Toronto. Her husband still works at OPG Nanticoke, so their compromise was Hamilton. She said Rosie DiManno, Toronto Star columnist, had made her angry with her nasty work about the Royals and Hamilton, so she'd decided to come to show Hamilton hospitality...and for her late mother, with whom she had attended other such events. She'd even joined a Facebook page called "Lemons to Rosie DiManno" -people who were fed up with Rosie's negative views on life. A few minutes later, a loud woman reporter pushed her way in right at my new pal's elbow and yelled across the lane to a dog owner, asking for the dog's take on the event. As the reporter walked away, I told my friend to take a look - wasn't that Rosie DiManno? It was. That seemed like a pretty amazing coincidence.
A few minutes later Charles and Camilla drove by. I followed the crowd to the balcony spot and the tall fella in front of me gave me a description of what was happening. Former Hamilton Mayor Bob Morrow stood close by and laughed with us as an outspoken man in the crowd described Camilla as a "hot chick". The royals met with the "servants" on the front step and went inside. I had a glimpse of a bald head and fluffy blonde hair, but not much more. I did have a clear view of the balcony though and so enjoyed listening to the crowd as we waited. I happened to look behind me at one point and saw Jean McClung, self proclaimed Fair photographer, standing near the top of the steps to the media stage. We talked and later I heard her tell someone she took photos for the Caledonia Sachem - once more, a self proclaimed position! I looked up and saw Rosie DiManno coming toward me. Everything was so lovely and everyone so happy that I decided to ask her this question: "What do you think of Hamilton now?" She had a quick answer, "It still sucks." I called out to the folks around me, "Hey this is Rosie DiManno and she says Hamilton sucks." The person who was most interested in this was the fella in front of me and he wanted his picture taken with the famous Rosie, so his wife obliged. I took the same picture from my angle, so we'll see how that turns out. Then I was thrilled to see Authur Edwards, London Sun photographer of the Royals waiting for Charles and Camilla to appear (more about that later too!). Finally (we may have waited fifteen or twenty minutes. The Royals were touring inside the castle, which was built by Camilla's greatX3 grandfather.) there was some action at one of the long windows out to the balcony. Much to the amusement of the crowd, the security people couldn't get the windows opened. People were saying, "Oh, no. They painted the windows closed!" I couldn't believe that the Dundurn staff hadn't checked and double checked that the windows would open easily...and in a couple of moments, they were opened and then Camilla stepped out, followed by Charles. They spoke to each other, waved to the crowds (I took a picture that seemed to be a good one) and then went back inside.
I made my way to another vantage point. The area around the oak tree that was to be "planted"- really just some earth rearranged around an already planted tree, was crowded so I found a spot across from the parked motorcade, but where I could see C. and C. walking toward the oak. I spotted Arthur Edwards again and told the folks around me that you could tell a real Royal fan when they even recognized the English photographers. Then, in a moment of inspiration (I was very talkative today!) I called out , "Arthur, Arthur!". He looked our way, I waved and he smiled and waved back. Ahhh. Good moment! Charles and Camilla entered the area where the tree was to be "planted". Again, nothing could be seen, except when Charles raised the shovel high and swung it around a bit in celebration of the planting...and to give those of us who could see nothing else, a chance to "see" what was happening.
The cars left the spot where they were parked and drove the short distance to the planting area to pick up the Royals. A group that included kids at the front of the crowd and a woman with a sign proclaiming "I'm Loyal" realized they might not get a chance to be close up and personal with the Royals, so they began to chant - first, "We want the Prince" and then, "We want the Duchess." It worked and C. spoke to C. and they moved down the line of people where I was standing in order to reach the chanters and the children. They were within a foot of where I was standing - pictures again. Charles teased some children about not being in school and stopped when the lady in front of me spoke to him. He didn't catch what she said, she repeated it and then he smiled and nodded, "Oh, you are Korean." After greeting and shaking hands with many, the Royals moved toward their cars and were off for the Haida - a Navy vessel moored in Hamilton harbour. I took a last picture or two and then walked with former mayor Morrow to the exit of the grounds. We chatted, both of us happy for Charles because it seems as if he has a lovely companion for his later years!
I walked back to Fortino's and suddenly the wind picked up and small hail began to fall. It was hard to believe that the sun had been shining on the Royals just moments before. I drove happily toward Caledonia, almost not believing that the morning had gone so well!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Poem #6
On the Road to Finding Peace
Picking away at an unhappy thought...
Change it all by asking for forgiveness and acceptance for all of us
Who have made a hasty discision, played a wrong note at an important time,
Said an angry word, done any of the millions of things that make life less than perfect.
By recognizing that the fault is a very human mistake, made by millions in a day.
It makes it easier to forgive and forget.
It clears the slate and allows us to appreciate the next lovely moment instead of dwelling
On the unchangeable ones in the past.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Poem #4
Dan at 27
Duncan at 10
Jamie at 29
Dad at 61
Katie at 30
Mom at 58
215 years
78,475 days
Hours, minutes, seconds
Together for this hour
At this table
On this day
And grateful for it.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Poem #3
When I took the picture
It was to celebrate what I saw when I turned around.
The sunset was glorious,
But this view was as glorious
Because I'm lucky enough for it to be ordinary.
Every night, if I stood on the deck
Duncan would wait for me by the door,
The light would warm the table,
My shadow would stand where we've gathered
For years and years and years.
I can almost see them all at the table,
Hear the storytelling and the laughter.
Then, now, tomorrow.
What a view.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Poem #2
We'll have Thanksgiving Dinner at five today,
So here's wishing these two were at the table.
We'll have Christmas Dinner at five in December,
And maybe they will be there.
Oh, I'd better check the pies,
And stuff the turkey.
Five isn't too far away...unless it's in December.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Poem a Day #1
Winning at the fair
Is enjoyable
But guessing if it might have won
Is much less stressful.
(The finger would have to have been edited
And that was against the rule,
But I'm sure the other Picasa fans
Ignored that one.)
There's always next year as
I hope to get old before I die.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
May 3, 2009. It's Mom and me - on the 59th anniversary of my birth day, though, of course, I'm turning 58. So, what was the day like? Let's see how much a 58 year-old can remember.
Awake, sort of, at 7:30ish. Katie came down to visit. She laid in Brian's bed, because Duncan, my POOGie dog (pissed off old guy) was laying next to me and he gets very growly if Katie gets too close. I thought maybe I'd go back to sleep, but as we talked (and Duncan went outside, and then came in and pointedly, left the room, climbed the stairs and headed for Dan's bed!) I realized that I was probably gettting up. A few minutes later Greg was up and he made scrambled eggs for Brian, me and himself while I was looking up my life on the computer. After breakfast, I read a little paper, and fiddled a bit in the kitchen, then Katie and I went to Foodland for the rest of the lunch necessities and to V and S "department store" for a wander. Greg was on his way to his parents' house when we arrived home. I fiddled a bit more and helped Katie make her dough into small buns. She set them in the cupboard above the fridge to rise again. Greg called and asked Katie to come to the Mills's to help him sort some of his books that were still there. Kate suggested I walk some of the way with her, so I found my running shoes (on the shelf where they are supposed to be, although they were only there because LuAnn puts them away most Wednesdays when she's here). We were on the road in a few minutes and strolled West. We talked about this and that, saw a crushed turtle, looked for deer tracks at the spot near Walton's house, where I've seen them crossing twice in the past couple of weeks, and after a very affectionate parting that would have done Jane Austin proud, I turned back and Katie kept walking toward the Mills's. I met Greg, driving his beloved purple Mini, who had just seen us and turned around, about a minute later. We waved and he drove on to pick up Katie. When I reached our property again, I walked along the hedgerow and started to pick flowers for the dining room table. I found dog tooth violets, scillas, jonquils and an interesting little daffodil in the hedgerow and picked an iris, hellebores, more daffodils, flowering currents and a sprig of crab apple blossom from the beds and the orchard. I brought them in and put them in one of the small blue flowered glasses that I've cabbaged from Mom. They used to be used often at my Harrison grandparents house in Caledonia. I can imagine the cupboard where they used to be kept. I may have had a birthday treat in one when I was a child...maybe Grandma's canned grape juice. Then I became very serious about getting lunch ready - by boiling the pasta for the tuna salad. Shower, dressing (the suit I wore to Katie's wedding, later worn all day, sans jacket, hat only occasionally -see above picture) welcoming Mom, who Brian had picked up in Caledonia, food prep. with Katie...whew...by 1:30 we six sat down to eat. Greg was at Dad's end and clockwise from there it was Dan, Mom, Brian at his end, moi and Katie. We ate well! Salad bar with lots of fixin's, followed by bean salad, tuna salad, cold meats and cheese, and Katie's lovely buns. Before cake, I opened cards and checked out Kate and Greg's great gift - an L.L. Bean bag with my name on it - a forever present, the John Candy movie, and two Royal books. My kids are thoughtful gift givers, bless them!! My Momma's card expressed her appreciation for the ways we help her, and included $50 - of course, she'd also given $60 toward dinner and left another $20 under a fridge magnet before she left. For Mom, there is no free lunch!
Then the candles were lit, and blown out, leaving Mom in a cloud of candle smoke and we all enjoyed a slice of Zehr's best. It wasn't long after that Kate and Greg left for Toronto and Mom went to bed in their room. Brian, Duncan and I went to sleep in our bedroom. Joy Rummerfield called a few minutes into my sleep and we talked and once more today, I knew I would be out of bed sooner than planned. I fiddled some more at the computer, read and then started supper. Mom was surprised to see that it was almost six-thirty when she came out. We were all around the table again before seven for some lovely leftovers. Pete Seeger was providing the musical background on and off today, because it's also his nintieth birthday. Thank you for the music Pete!
Before we left for Caledonia Cousin Nancy and Brother Bob called. We stopped at Seneca Park on the way to Mom's and used the binoculars to look at two bald eagles who are nesting again in a tree across the river from the park. We crossed the bridge (how many times have I done that on my birthday?? I bet at least forty times!), delivered Mom (her turn, mine was 59 years ago!) and were home just a little after nine. Karen Olson called with more birthday best wishes and then...I came here to add pictures to Facebook...and eventually to write this, with Duncan snoring beside me - though he did take a few minutes out of his chair to go up town with Dan, in my car, of course (the only vehicle not deemed a dog hair free zone.)
There, I'm 58. Cousin Nancy said, "I'm wishing you many happy returns of the day." I'm wishing for that too.
XOXO Me
Awake, sort of, at 7:30ish. Katie came down to visit. She laid in Brian's bed, because Duncan, my POOGie dog (pissed off old guy) was laying next to me and he gets very growly if Katie gets too close. I thought maybe I'd go back to sleep, but as we talked (and Duncan went outside, and then came in and pointedly, left the room, climbed the stairs and headed for Dan's bed!) I realized that I was probably gettting up. A few minutes later Greg was up and he made scrambled eggs for Brian, me and himself while I was looking up my life on the computer. After breakfast, I read a little paper, and fiddled a bit in the kitchen, then Katie and I went to Foodland for the rest of the lunch necessities and to V and S "department store" for a wander. Greg was on his way to his parents' house when we arrived home. I fiddled a bit more and helped Katie make her dough into small buns. She set them in the cupboard above the fridge to rise again. Greg called and asked Katie to come to the Mills's to help him sort some of his books that were still there. Kate suggested I walk some of the way with her, so I found my running shoes (on the shelf where they are supposed to be, although they were only there because LuAnn puts them away most Wednesdays when she's here). We were on the road in a few minutes and strolled West. We talked about this and that, saw a crushed turtle, looked for deer tracks at the spot near Walton's house, where I've seen them crossing twice in the past couple of weeks, and after a very affectionate parting that would have done Jane Austin proud, I turned back and Katie kept walking toward the Mills's. I met Greg, driving his beloved purple Mini, who had just seen us and turned around, about a minute later. We waved and he drove on to pick up Katie. When I reached our property again, I walked along the hedgerow and started to pick flowers for the dining room table. I found dog tooth violets, scillas, jonquils and an interesting little daffodil in the hedgerow and picked an iris, hellebores, more daffodils, flowering currents and a sprig of crab apple blossom from the beds and the orchard. I brought them in and put them in one of the small blue flowered glasses that I've cabbaged from Mom. They used to be used often at my Harrison grandparents house in Caledonia. I can imagine the cupboard where they used to be kept. I may have had a birthday treat in one when I was a child...maybe Grandma's canned grape juice. Then I became very serious about getting lunch ready - by boiling the pasta for the tuna salad. Shower, dressing (the suit I wore to Katie's wedding, later worn all day, sans jacket, hat only occasionally -see above picture) welcoming Mom, who Brian had picked up in Caledonia, food prep. with Katie...whew...by 1:30 we six sat down to eat. Greg was at Dad's end and clockwise from there it was Dan, Mom, Brian at his end, moi and Katie. We ate well! Salad bar with lots of fixin's, followed by bean salad, tuna salad, cold meats and cheese, and Katie's lovely buns. Before cake, I opened cards and checked out Kate and Greg's great gift - an L.L. Bean bag with my name on it - a forever present, the John Candy movie, and two Royal books. My kids are thoughtful gift givers, bless them!! My Momma's card expressed her appreciation for the ways we help her, and included $50 - of course, she'd also given $60 toward dinner and left another $20 under a fridge magnet before she left. For Mom, there is no free lunch!
Then the candles were lit, and blown out, leaving Mom in a cloud of candle smoke and we all enjoyed a slice of Zehr's best. It wasn't long after that Kate and Greg left for Toronto and Mom went to bed in their room. Brian, Duncan and I went to sleep in our bedroom. Joy Rummerfield called a few minutes into my sleep and we talked and once more today, I knew I would be out of bed sooner than planned. I fiddled some more at the computer, read and then started supper. Mom was surprised to see that it was almost six-thirty when she came out. We were all around the table again before seven for some lovely leftovers. Pete Seeger was providing the musical background on and off today, because it's also his nintieth birthday. Thank you for the music Pete!
Before we left for Caledonia Cousin Nancy and Brother Bob called. We stopped at Seneca Park on the way to Mom's and used the binoculars to look at two bald eagles who are nesting again in a tree across the river from the park. We crossed the bridge (how many times have I done that on my birthday?? I bet at least forty times!), delivered Mom (her turn, mine was 59 years ago!) and were home just a little after nine. Karen Olson called with more birthday best wishes and then...I came here to add pictures to Facebook...and eventually to write this, with Duncan snoring beside me - though he did take a few minutes out of his chair to go up town with Dan, in my car, of course (the only vehicle not deemed a dog hair free zone.)
There, I'm 58. Cousin Nancy said, "I'm wishing you many happy returns of the day." I'm wishing for that too.
XOXO Me
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A Good Time
All three kids, husband, dog, mother and moi are relatively angst-free and healthy. I don't even have a strong hint of any awful thing I should worry about. What a relatively good place to be at 6 weeks from 58. How damned lucky I am.
This week will be busy... the first few days, anyway.
Monday....8-10 retired teachers here for an executive meeting and lunch.
Tuesday... help Dan get ready to go, leave him with Duncan while we go to Niagara Falls with Ann and Reg to the Casino to hear the Twelve Irish Tenors.
Wednesday... up by 4 a.m. for final prep. and to take Dan to the airport for his third trip to Japan.
Museum meeting at night.
Thursday...Mom day - physio, hair
Friday... my day of rest...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....well, maybe!
Notice that no school is included. It's March Break week. In the past, except for 2004, when Dad was 80 and I was working full time, we've been South during part of March, but $$$ and my lack of interest mean we are home this year. We cleaned out part of the front flower bed today and there is lots coming up. It's been a good March to be home.
Lucky me. Right now. Relatively speaking. Always must qualify!
This week will be busy... the first few days, anyway.
Monday....8-10 retired teachers here for an executive meeting and lunch.
Tuesday... help Dan get ready to go, leave him with Duncan while we go to Niagara Falls with Ann and Reg to the Casino to hear the Twelve Irish Tenors.
Wednesday... up by 4 a.m. for final prep. and to take Dan to the airport for his third trip to Japan.
Museum meeting at night.
Thursday...Mom day - physio, hair
Friday... my day of rest...ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....well, maybe!
Notice that no school is included. It's March Break week. In the past, except for 2004, when Dad was 80 and I was working full time, we've been South during part of March, but $$$ and my lack of interest mean we are home this year. We cleaned out part of the front flower bed today and there is lots coming up. It's been a good March to be home.
Lucky me. Right now. Relatively speaking. Always must qualify!
Monday, March 9, 2009
Where to begin....(how many people who haven't posted for awhile begin with this well-worn phrase. Make it that many plus one more. Thank you.)
Jamie is less one girlfriend, but has found a new and much improved model.
Dan is going to Japan in nine days.
I'm teaching fairly often these days.
Duncan had an odd evening with moments of laying down in strange places. I just finished reading Marley and Me, so every suspicious move he makes becomes the next to last move I ever expect him to make. I know, he's only nine...and eleven months, but that's old in Bulldog years.
He may live forever.
The end for tonight!
Jamie is less one girlfriend, but has found a new and much improved model.
Dan is going to Japan in nine days.
I'm teaching fairly often these days.
Duncan had an odd evening with moments of laying down in strange places. I just finished reading Marley and Me, so every suspicious move he makes becomes the next to last move I ever expect him to make. I know, he's only nine...and eleven months, but that's old in Bulldog years.
He may live forever.
The end for tonight!
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