Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Call me a wimp, but ...

"Now I know what it feels like to be flushed down a toilet."

So wrote a columnist in this morning's newspaper.  He goes on to describe his recent experience of a new water slide at a local theme park.  Apparently, one steps into an enclosed tube about the size of a small shower stall.  The door closes and locks.  Water streams down from above.  An ominous voice counts down, "Three, two, one."  A trap door opens dropping you 55 ft straight down, then you are shot around a roller coaster-like loop and sent blasting out the other end.

Now, doesn't that sound like fun???

People line up, and pay big $$ to actually do this!

Reminds me of last weekend when my two (supposedly sane) adult sons threw themselves off a ledge, positioned 200 ft over a canyon river - and trusted their lives to a long piece of elastic. 
This was how they celebrated my son's upcoming marriage!  Hmmmm, call me old-fashioned, but, a stag-night spent getting totally drunk in a local pub, and throwing up all the way home sounds quite tame in comparison!  But, wait, I forgot, the drinking and the puking came later at a cottage campfire  (I guess some things don't change.)

I knew the bungee jumping was planned - along with some thrilling go-carting - as a day of excitement and thrills for my son, before he takes the 'real' plunge in 10 days. I have worried about it for weeks.  "Don't worry mum!" Oldest son kept telling me (I wish I had a $ for every time one of my boys have said that to me in my life!)  He went on to ask, "How many bungee accidents have you read about in the paper?" I confessed I hadn't read many, so immediately googled 'bungee safety', and immediately wished I hadn't!

My husband was among those watching the jumpers, and he had strict instructions to phone me as soon as the whole thing was over, and they each still had four limbs.   He reported that it was a terrible experience seeing them fling themselves off that extremely high crane!

Afterwards, our oldest son told me it was the most terrifying thing he had ever done - and he is an adventure seeker!  Still confused, and trying to make sense of why this person I was in agony trying to give birth to would do such a thing, I continued: "But, as you were falling, did it feel thrilling, maybe even freeing?" Immediately he replied, "No! I was terrified the whole time!"

Then, why in the name of all that is sane, would you do it?????  He had no answer ... but added he was glad he did it.  What?????!

Our son getting married said he loved it!  Thought it the greatest thrill of his life.

Ain't life strange?

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Memories of Hungary ...

I spent four glorious weeks in Hungary the first summer of this millennium, as a volunteer English teacher.  I was part of a group of Americans (and 2 other Canadians) who ran a summer camp in Nyiregyhaza for teenage students from all over Eastern Europe.  It was a great experience, but the best part was meeting the very special Hungarian young man who helped to organize the camp.

Pal was very open in sharing his life with us, and I will always treasure the time we spent in his company, especially the evening he invited us to dinner at his parents home.  His fabulous mother, speaking no English, admirably taught us how she cooked traditional Hungarian cabbage rolls, and the dinner she prepared for us was a true feast! His father introduced us to Unicum, a traditional Hungarian herbal digestif liqueur, produced according to a secret formula of more than forty herbs.  (I still have the bottle of Unicum which I brought home with me.)

We met Pal's 2 adorable dalmatian dogs ... and it was obvious that these were more than just pets, they were his loving companions.

So, here's to Pal ... his parents ... to travel ... to unforgettable memories ... and to Coco.

Friday, 24 June 2011

Marriage thoughts ...

"To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage."
- Lao Tzu


 "A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person."
- Mignon McLaughlin


"If it weren't for marriage, men would spend their lives thinking they had no faults at all."





To be continued ...

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Weddings ...

Our son is marrying a wonderful young woman in 16 days, and we couldn't be happier.  Actually, yes we could - maybe if they had eloped????

Weddings!  What is it about them that brings out the worse in everyone involved?  I suppose the stress of organizing a gigantic event for 140 people??? It's not something one does every day, and I suppose it's bound to cause some angst ...

Yes, I love my son, I love the woman he's chosen, I love that they will spend their lives together ... it's the PROCESS that has me tied up in knots!

Our own wedding 40 years ago, was such a low-key affair.  Mostly planned by my sister-in-law, who was on site in Britain and could arrange things.  Catered by my mother-in-law, reception at the local scout hall across the field from the tiny church, decorated by my father-in-law with flowers from their garden.  It was simple, it was small, and it was lovely.  Honeymoon in Scotland, then flight back to Canada.  Done, married!

Is that why our marriage has lasted 40 years?  Right from the beginning we had realistic expectations, a down-to-earth life style, were easily pleased?  Do today's young couples place so much emphasis on the wrong things (material things?) that they set themselves up for failure?  Was our marriage happier because we were very satisfied with second-hand furniture in the early years?  When the babies crawled all over it with sticky fingers, spat up on it, diapers leaked on it, the dog chewed on it, the toddlers jumped on it - we didn't care for we hadn't paid a small ransom for it.  Were we more content having just one car, and having to learn the give-and-take of sharing it?

I don't know the answers.  But, my daughter's friend recently went to Italy for a vacation with her long-time boyfriend, and whilst there they got married!  Surprised everyone!  The families arranged a large celebration party upon their return, which was very much enjoyed, no-one's feelings were hurt, no stress ... and now the happy couple are getting on with their lives (bank account intact!)  Sounds good to me!

But, I recognize that's not everyone's style.  So, in just over 2 weeks, I will smile and sincerely wish my son and his lovely new wife a very long and happy married life together.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Happy Birthday Oscar!


3 Months Old Today!










You are so goofy ... we think we'll keep you!

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Oscar's Redemption

A certain small black 4-legged creature who shares our home is VERY lucky that his naughty behaviour only lasted the one day!  Who would have guessed that after only 2 weeks with us he would notice the absence of Ray so much as to totally forget all his house training?  But, that seems to be the only answer for his day of "sin" last Wednesday.  (Or, could it be, as doggy behaviourists say, he picked up on my growing frustration which in turn escalated his bad behaviour?)

Whatever, the next day he was back to his perfectly sane, adorable self.

So, his training continues ... He's learning to ride in the back of the car.  We've taken him on short rides, and whilst he tried to climb over onto the back seat once or twice, he soon settled down to gnaw his chewy.

Now that he seems comfortable with us we are starting to introduce him to the other dogs in the family and neighbourhood.  There's an elderly black lab called Fred who lives up the road, and we introduced them after Fred had just returned from a long hot walk, and he was not impressed at all with Oscar's antics!  Maybe, we'll try again when Oscar is calmer and Fred not so tired.

Chester, our oldest son's 5 month golden doodle, came to play and they had a wonderful time rolling over and over - I have a feeling Chester will become a favourite pal.

Then, last weekend we took him to meet Macy, our younger son's year old lab x.  Macy is energy plus ... a wonderfully good natured dog, and very happy so long as she gets 5 long walks a day!  I think Oscar met his match with Macy ...

A good strong fence and lots of room to tumble around was all those two needed ... we think they liked each other, but it was hard to tell!

Note who was on top most of the time ... he definitely likes to be top dog, and Ray and I are staying on top of making sure he knows that WE are the pack leader in our house!

But, oh, he is so darn cute!!


Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Losing it in Puppy Land!

My better-half had to travel to Toronto today for a business meeting.  He left at 8am and is not expected back until 10pm - I don't think I'll make it!  (How did I bring up 3 children???)

My sweet adorable 9 1/2 week old Oscar, (who has been doing SO well with his training) has wet on the kitchen floor 3 times today and even pooped on the living room carpet this evening, PLUS he escaped from his garden fenced-in area twice this afternoon!!

Now, I'm wondering whether it is us getting too relaxed with him, or him getting too comfortable with us! Whatever it is, we have to pull back and watch him like a hawk again.



Luckily for Oscar he is still darn cute!





Thursday, 26 May 2011

Oscar goes CRAZY!

Is there anything more wonderful than the crazy antics of a young pup???

Oscar is doing fabulous at night now ... goes quietly into his crate bed at 10pm, and is still quiet at 6:30am when Ray lets him out (Hurray Oscar!! We get good sleeps!) But, then he goes crazy! All that pent-up energy just explodes inside him, and he races from one end of the kitchen to another, pouncing on every toy he sees in his path.

Luckily, we have a huge grassed property, and Ray takes him on his leash at this time for a good romp around - fighting off the pesky mosquitoes as he goes. Brings Oscar in for breakfast, and after gulping down his food and a lovely long drink, the little guy is ready for another romp (gotta poop again now!)

At 7:30am it's my turn, and off we go again - he sure is getting used to the leash this way. Suddenly we hit the magic time of 8:30am, and Oscar plops down exhausted - and so do we! (Once we are able to take him for a nice long early walk this should help expend his energy, but right now the short walk/runs around our property have to suffice.)

He saw the vet yesterday and has a clean bill of health, except for a slight under bite on his lower jaw.  (Vet says it's not uncommon in poodles - that's funny, because I have the same thing.)  Next week he gets his first booster shot.  We thought he seemed to have grown since we got him 6 days ago, and he sure has - he now weighs 14lbs, and his huge paws tell us he has a long way to go yet.

It's 10am ... his crazy time is over (for now), and as I write he is curled up sleeping quietly under my chair.  Reminds me of when I used to peek into my children's rooms at night, and think how angelic they looked - forgetting all their crazy antics of the day.

Sunday, 22 May 2011

Life with Oscar ...


We are into Day Three of having Oscar in our home.

How to describe him ... he's extremely cuddly, very people oriented.  Learns very quickly - has not had any 'accidents' inside yet, and starts to whine by the door when he needs to go.  Loves to be wherever we are, will lie under our chair at the kitchen table.  Adores playing with his toys, especially if they squeak, and only cried for 10 minutes each night before sleeping peacefully until 6am ...!

How do I continue this?  It is such a boring blog ... it's one reason I've put off posting until Day 3 with Oscar.  Reading nothing but good reports is not the stuff of best sellers!

I'm under no misapprehension that Life with Oscar will continue this smoothly, I've had too many dogs to know that it won't.  But, right now, he's just so incredibly sweet, has bonded with us so quickly, and we are really enjoying his innocent young puppy days whilst they last!

However ... watch this space, for it can't possibly last! :-)

Oscar saying goodbye to mum

A very tired Oscar on his first day home



Monday, 16 May 2011

4 more sleeps ...

A very strange occurrence is taking place in our home. Ray and I are experiencing the same delight as we did over 30 years ago when we gave birth to our three children. It's true! The excitement is building daily, with the same stirring feeling that a huge life-change is about to happen (but thank goodness I don't have to go through childbirth again.)
Yes, Oscar arrives at the Field Home on Friday.

We've bought a new dog crate, a new little bed, assorted toys, new dog dishes (can't use Darcy's - it wouldn't be right) an assortment of things for him to chew on, treats, puppy leash and collar and balls.  Ray has created a small fenced grass area just off the back deck, and I am devouring Cesar Millan's book "How To Raise the Perfect Dog",  with Patricia McConnell's "The Other End of the Leash - Why we Do what we Do around Dogs" sitting beside my bed awaiting it's turn.

I think we're ready.

One would never believe that we have had dogs in our home continuously since 1984 ... but, this time it's different!  We have the time now to get excited, to savour the experience.  No half-grown children demanding our time (and money).  No full-time job to take us away from the home.

This little fellow will have our undivided attention ... hmmm, I wonder if that is a good thing?

The breeder is getting the pups gently used to a leash.


Oscar snoozing with his mighty dad.


Exploring with one of his brothers.





Monday, 2 May 2011

Oscar at 5 1/2 weeks



Here's the little bundle of energy which will be sharing our home for (we hope) the next 15 years. We bring him home on May 20th, and I don't know how I will wait until then!

I probably should be blogging about how excited I am to see the NDP do so well in our national election tonight ... but, somehow I can't focus on anything else at present. Here are a few other pics taken this morning of Oscar and his litter mates.

Oscar is the one on the bottom of this ...



Oscar (red collar) naps whilst the other two play ...



I didn't want to leave him ... we'll be back to get you in 2 1/2 weeks little guy!

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Three and a half weeks old ...



How on earth will we choose just one??

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

So ... who can resist?






NOT ME!!

We'll get 3rd pick of the litter, and I've already seen a gorgeous little fellow with very wavy fur whom I've fallen for!


A Quiet House ...

It's been over a month since our dear Darcy died, and the house is soooo quiet I can hardly stand it!  Ray and I agreed to wait a while before getting another dog, and that seemed a smart idea.  But, when in our lives together did we ever choose smart??

So ... I've been looking at puppies online.  Worse mistake!  They are ALL so adorable, of course.  Nature makes baby animals this way so they will be nurtured by the adults in their lives ... maybe, I need something to nurture?

It's a 15 year commitment, I realize that.  But, the house is so quiet since Darcy left us.  Not that she was even noisy, she wasn't!  But, but ... somehow something is missing.

However, I have to admit I DO like the lack of dog hair in the house, and the lack of doggy smell (saving me a fortune on perfumed candles to cover up doggy smells!)  But, doodle dogs don't shed, or at least, not much.  Plus, they are not supposed to smell as much.  So, I've been looking at Labradoodles.  Big scruffy looking beasts, with hair sticking out all over the place, (like me when I first get up  in the morning, only cuter!)

I'll tell you a secret ... we're going to look at a 2 week old litter later today!!!!  Shhhhh!

Monday, 11 April 2011

An Attitude of Gratitude


A while ago, I was extremely lucky to find myself for a few years within the orbit of an extraordinary man named Glenn Copeland.  Glenn is a multi-talented singer, composer and performer who has recorded over 7 albums.  His latest is called "Primal Prayer" http://www.songcycles.com/index.html

Glenn has been a practising Buddhist for over 35 years, and he truly lives his
faith.  His compassion towards others knows no bounds, and I feel blessed to know him.

During our time together, our little group had to illustrate one of the Buddhist principles at a large group meeting.  We chose the subject of 'attitude'.  Our mentor, Daisaku Ikeda, said:

"Change begins from the moment you muster the courage to act. When you change, the environment will change. The power to change the world is found nowhere but within our own life. Everything is determined by our attitude, by our resolve. Our heart is what matters most."

So, to illustrate this thought, Glenn wrote a little rap for us to perform - and believe me, we are NOT rappers!!  But, it was a hoot ... we had fun performing it, and I think it got the message across in a lighthearted way.

Next weekend I am participating in a women's retreat, and our group of 5 from Ottawa must "perform" something on the Saturday night.  At our pre-retreat briefing last week, we all racked our brains for an idea, when I suddenly remembered the rap.  But, could I remember the words?  Of course not!  (I am surprised I even remembered we did it!)  So, I fired off emails to Glenn and the others who performed it with me, in the hope they had it tucked away in the bowels of their computer documents file.

No-one had it, and I thought my very untalented brain would have to try to write something, when dear Lela (our most-wondrously organized leader!) emailed me with a copy.  Yeah Lela!

I present Glenn's little rap here ... but, you really had to see we 6 senior people "rapping" to get the full effect!!!  (Poor Glenn did his best with us!)

The Attitude of Gratitude
 
If the chunky wunky funky
Leaves you feeling blue
Then the Attitude of Gratitude
Is right for you

If the chunky wunky funky
Takes you ‘round the bend
With the Attitude of Gratitude
You’re home again

If the chunky wunky funky
Gives your life a kick
With the Attitude of Gratitude
It won’t stick

If the chunky wunky funky
Leaves you in the soup
With the Attitude of Gratitude
You break the loop

It’s all in the Attitude
It’s all in the Attitude
Yes, It’s all in the Attitude

YEAH!



Sunday, 27 March 2011

Another Ho-Hum Election ...

Hands up if you feel bored already with the newest federal election?

A definite sign of the times is this email joke I just received. At least it provides more entertainment than the myriad of horrible election attack ads on the TV ... the gloves are off!

A pretty little girl named Suzy was standing on the sidewalk in front of her home. Next to her was a basket containing a number of tiny creatures; in her hand was a sign announcing FREE KITTENS.

Suddenly a line of big black cars pulled up beside her. Out of the lead car stepped a tall, grinning man.

"Hi there little girl, I'm Mr. Harper. What do you have in the basket?" he asked.

"Kittens," little Suzy said.

"How old are they?" asked Harper
Suzy replied, "They're so young, their eyes aren't even open yet."

"And what kind of kittens are they?"

"Conservatives," answered Suzy with a smile.

Harper was delighted. As soon as he returned to his car, he called his PR chief and told him about the little girl and the kittens.

Recognizing the perfect photo op, the two men agreed that Mr Harper should return the next day; and in front of the assembled media, have the girl talk about her discerning kittens.

So the next day, Suzy was again standing on the sidewalk with her basket of "FREE KITTENS," when another motorcade pulled up, this time followed by vans from CBC, CTV, and Global TV.

Cameras and audio equipment were quickly set up, then Harper got out of his limo and walked over to little Suzy.

"Hello, again," he said, "I'd love it if you would tell all my friends out there what kind of kittens you're giving away."

"Yes sir," Suzy said. "They're LIBERALS."

Taken by surprise, Mr. Harper stammered, "But... but... yesterday, you told me they were CONSERVATIVES."

Little Suzy smiled and said, "I know. But today, they have their eyes open"


Bye for now ...

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Saying goodbye ...

Saying goodbye to the very best of friends whom you've shared your life with for almost 15 years gives new meaning to the word 'distressing'. Seeing them suffer silently, watching them stoically trying to carry on is nothing short of heartbreaking.

Such is our situation right now.  Our dearest Darcy is coming to the end of her long doggy life, and each day we see her deteriorate more, right before our eyes.  Questions.  Do we take her to the vet now, to put her out of further suffering? Or, do we let nature take it's course?

Sweet Darcy has been with us through so many life-style changes. Our youngest, Suzanne, was still in high school when we brought her home as a small pup. Darcy consoled me during the empty-nest stage, when Suzanne joined her brothers and left home for University, and a life of her own. She shared the little one-room cabin in the woods with me for 12 isolated months whilst we waited for our new lake home to be built. She loved trying to catch frogs at the lake's edge (she never did, of course) She adored romping through the woods, following delicious smells and scaring the ruffled grouse. (She'd take off sometimes to visit the neighbour's cottage to see if they had left any tasty morsel of food around. Darcy was always looking for food!) She made the move to Ottawa with us, and didn't complain at the loss of her lake, but made friends with the local dogs, Fred, Xena, and  Robbie, and learned to walk along the country roads.

We got Darcy from the local SPCA, a small puppy of unknown parentage. But, she wasn't in our home for 3 days before she fell extremely ill, and after rushing her to the vet (where she was put on very expensive intravenous) the vet declared she had parvo, and told us he would do his best but she probably wouldn't live through the night. However, we have since learned never to underestimate Darcy's constitution. After one week, the vet gave us back a healthy pup (along with an extremely hefty bill - our 'pound-puppy' cost us a near fortune before she was even with us a week!)

Darcy has the constitution of a horse, and I've lost count of all the non-food items which have passed through her intestinal track. She has eaten all the things which are supposed to kill dogs - plain chocolate being one of them! Assorted garbage, chicken bones, cotton hankies, rat poisoning, deer and rabbit poop, six cans of beer (which she punctured and drank every drop of, and seemed to have a bit of a headache after, but no other consequences!) ... the list goes on.

Yes, she has been very little trouble, has asked little from us and given us nothing but joy. But, the time is coming to say goodbye to her, and it's so very hard.



Friday, 18 February 2011

Glorious Goa

Goa was totally unlike any other part of India which we had seen - no wonder the hippies came and never left in the 60's and 70's. (Actually, some fellow travellers told us that they saw many aging hippies at a small beach further down the coast ... so, some REALLY didn't leave!)

Anyway, I couldn't blame them ... under Portuguese rule until 1961, Goa was the first part of India that was colonized by Europeans and the last to be liberated; the Christian influence and European architecture was plainly evident ... and those wonderful beaches! The people seemed very relaxed and laid-back, (we stayed in a part that has not been overtaken yet by vacationing Brits, Germans and French) and the State was cleaner with better roads and drivers than any we had experienced.

It was a perfect way to end a perfect holiday ...



























That's all from India ... time to move on!
Bye, hope you enjoyed the journey with me.
P.



Chittaugarh Fort

Tired of Indian photographs yet? Just a few more towns to cover ...

Chittaugarh has a most interesting fort, beautifully situated and 5km long, the castle walls enclosed temples, celebration towers, and a very old atmospheric palace ... plus lots of the wonderful black-face monkeys.

A grand view of the city



This tower was built to commemorate a war victory



The intricate carvings covered it



The 3 faces of god Shiva



We came across this enormous herd of camels being moved along a highway



A happy group of picnicking opium farmers - they shared their delicious dal with us



His red turban says he is a farmer



I adored these bright painted marionette puppets - finally choosing two to bring home with me


Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Bountiful Bundi

Here are some of the reasons we loved the small town of Bundi so much ...