WRINKLES is safe!!!!
Ca had major water damage to anything on the floor, but most of her belongings are still intact. Especially "Wrinkles". She is thrilled beyond words.
She is still homeless, per say, her building is inhabitable and set for demolition.
Still a tragedy, but no human life was taken, and no stuffed life either.
Phew.
.....a journey of 1000 miles.....
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Up in smoke.
Ca lost her home. In a fire. Its all gone. Everything.
Ca is the daughter of one of my very nearest and dearest friends, (more like a surrogate sister actually.)
My heart is broken for Ca.
Yes, we have all tried to soothe her with platitudes of hope and gratitude that she was safe and unharmed. And yes, Ca. understands all that.
But she lost her home. HER HOME.
Ca is like her mother who is like me. WE LOVE OUR HOMES. Nothing is happenstance. We have painstakingly decorated every nook and cranny to reflect exactly who we are. This young woman had just begun her journey into "adulthood", "independence" "freedom of expression" with the purchase of her very first home.
Ca has always prided herself with liking the "finer" things in life. It was a source of amusement for all who know and love her. We often chided Ca about being a little "princessy" and having filet mignon taste on a hamburger budget.
So when I spoke to her this morning, I was surprised to hear her mourn the loss of "Wrinkles" above all else. Wrinkles? Yup. WRINKLES. A stuffed doggie given to her from her maternal Nonno when she was 3 years old who has since passed. "Everything else, I can replace." Sob.
In that moment, Ca WAS 3 again. I wanted to put on my Superman cape and fly around the earth and turn back time, if only to save Wrinkles. I wanted to crawl through my telephone line and hug her with all my might and tell her everything would be OK.
Sometimes being a grown-up sucks.
Ca will survive. Dare I say she may even be better, stronger, wiser.
Still, all in all, the whole situation just sucks.
Ca is the daughter of one of my very nearest and dearest friends, (more like a surrogate sister actually.)
My heart is broken for Ca.
Yes, we have all tried to soothe her with platitudes of hope and gratitude that she was safe and unharmed. And yes, Ca. understands all that.
But she lost her home. HER HOME.
Ca is like her mother who is like me. WE LOVE OUR HOMES. Nothing is happenstance. We have painstakingly decorated every nook and cranny to reflect exactly who we are. This young woman had just begun her journey into "adulthood", "independence" "freedom of expression" with the purchase of her very first home.
Ca has always prided herself with liking the "finer" things in life. It was a source of amusement for all who know and love her. We often chided Ca about being a little "princessy" and having filet mignon taste on a hamburger budget.
So when I spoke to her this morning, I was surprised to hear her mourn the loss of "Wrinkles" above all else. Wrinkles? Yup. WRINKLES. A stuffed doggie given to her from her maternal Nonno when she was 3 years old who has since passed. "Everything else, I can replace." Sob.
In that moment, Ca WAS 3 again. I wanted to put on my Superman cape and fly around the earth and turn back time, if only to save Wrinkles. I wanted to crawl through my telephone line and hug her with all my might and tell her everything would be OK.
Sometimes being a grown-up sucks.
Ca will survive. Dare I say she may even be better, stronger, wiser.
Still, all in all, the whole situation just sucks.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime.
A Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide yo
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.
When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love th
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Author unknown
I like this saying.
I believe I have had many reasons and even more seasons in my life. I am thankful for them all.
I have also learned that I too have reasons and seasons to offer. Sometimes it's nice to don the baseball bat instead of always wearing the catchers mitt. Understand?
Maybe it's because of the work I do. I usually carry someone elses bat, or go to bat for them, but there I be, catchers mitt at my feet.
It's so much easier to catch than to bat.
My R just ended a season in her life......She was tired of batting and wants to catch for awhile. Some people go their entire lifetime and never figure out how to balance both. Good for R. Wants someone to see the glass half-full, like she does.....
I am proud of my R. In so many ways, she is a better, new and improved version of the original. I like R, most of the time, anyways. She can bat one out of the park, as well as catch a mean curve-ball.
Hang in there R, you're at the bottom of the ninth, a new game is just around the corner kiddo.
M
xx
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or
a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you
will know what to do for each person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON . . . It is
usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have
come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide yo
with guidance and support, to aid you physically,
emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a
godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason
you need them to be.
When people come into your life for a SEASON . . .
Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount
of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things
you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional
foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love th
person, and put what you have learned to use in all
other relationships and areas of your life. It is said
that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Author unknown
I like this saying.
I believe I have had many reasons and even more seasons in my life. I am thankful for them all.
I have also learned that I too have reasons and seasons to offer. Sometimes it's nice to don the baseball bat instead of always wearing the catchers mitt. Understand?
Maybe it's because of the work I do. I usually carry someone elses bat, or go to bat for them, but there I be, catchers mitt at my feet.
It's so much easier to catch than to bat.
My R just ended a season in her life......She was tired of batting and wants to catch for awhile. Some people go their entire lifetime and never figure out how to balance both. Good for R. Wants someone to see the glass half-full, like she does.....
I am proud of my R. In so many ways, she is a better, new and improved version of the original. I like R, most of the time, anyways. She can bat one out of the park, as well as catch a mean curve-ball.
Hang in there R, you're at the bottom of the ninth, a new game is just around the corner kiddo.
M
xx
Thursday, March 11, 2010
He aint heavy.....
Sorry for bringing you down.
It's just good to vent sometimes, that's all.
Not 1 hour after my tale of woe hit the internet super-highway, I received a comment quickly followed by a phonecall from my beloved C. Then my oldest friend in the world (and I mean this in the NICEST way K.) read my blog and called.
Once again I am reminded of just how blessed I really am, baggage and all........
"Life is not about how well you have weathered the storm, It's about how well you danced in the rain"
I've got alot to dance about!
(Dancing IS exercise, right C?) ;)
It's just good to vent sometimes, that's all.
Not 1 hour after my tale of woe hit the internet super-highway, I received a comment quickly followed by a phonecall from my beloved C. Then my oldest friend in the world (and I mean this in the NICEST way K.) read my blog and called.
Once again I am reminded of just how blessed I really am, baggage and all........
"Life is not about how well you have weathered the storm, It's about how well you danced in the rain"
I've got alot to dance about!
(Dancing IS exercise, right C?) ;)
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Mister, can you lend a hand.
The December "folly" is over and finally paid for. (amen)
January "blues" done.
February "crazy-back-home-for Mom's-bday-mad rush" fini.
OK March. SO far, I must say you've been a bit of a roller-coaster. It feels like all I hold dear is testing me. There is discord in my world. Things I hold VERY near and dear are tangled, short-circuiting all around me.
I have decided to forge onward, trudging if I have to. I will happily carry my baggage and will even lend a helping hand to someone who needs to give their arms a break from their heavy load, but I cannot-must not-WILL not, pretend to be strong enough to carry it all. I know what weight I can bear and what's just too heavy. I am dropping the baggage I cannot carry as of today.
Feels mighty good..........lighter.
....AND not a craving in sight! NO, not even for chocolate cheesecake! HA!
January "blues" done.
February "crazy-back-home-for Mom's-bday-mad rush" fini.
OK March. SO far, I must say you've been a bit of a roller-coaster. It feels like all I hold dear is testing me. There is discord in my world. Things I hold VERY near and dear are tangled, short-circuiting all around me.
I have decided to forge onward, trudging if I have to. I will happily carry my baggage and will even lend a helping hand to someone who needs to give their arms a break from their heavy load, but I cannot-must not-WILL not, pretend to be strong enough to carry it all. I know what weight I can bear and what's just too heavy. I am dropping the baggage I cannot carry as of today.
Feels mighty good..........lighter.
....AND not a craving in sight! NO, not even for chocolate cheesecake! HA!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Olympics withdrawal.............almost as bad as tobacco withdrawal.
It's over.
Who am I going to live vicariously through now? What's going to tug at my heartstrings on a daily basis and make me weep, real tears, of both joy and sorrow? Who will I holler and cheer for on my TV screen, now that the Canadian athletes have all gone back home?
Canadian pride? Never knew I had so much in me, eh? I always guffawed at the "heart-holding" patriotism of my American neighbours-but now that my heart has been in MY THROAT for the last 2 weeks, I understand the sentiment. I have never ever watched the Olympics with much enthusiasm, somehow always remained "detached" from all the hoopla. But when I saw the Northern Lights and then the Orcas and the Prairies homage on my screen-I felt like a proud parent, showing my baby off to the world.
Maybe it's because I have lived in the True North, and in Prairie-like small towns and big cities in Alberta as well as the West Coast, those images are part of MY fabric now, I felt overcome. I have seen the splendour of the Northern Lights, I have felt the beauty northern isolation. I have revelled in the warmth of a Chinook and have experienced both the sheer vastness of the canola fields and have felt the embrace of the Rocky Mountains. I wonder at the beauty and everlasting foliage of my new beloved West Coast.
And I never forget that I was born in a truly "distinctive" province. I am proud to be part french-candian.
So you see, I was doomed before it even started. Who knew that the "human" spirit would be so challenged, so compelling? I have never ever felt the struggle, perseverance, panic, joy and the pain of a stranger as I have in these past 2 weeks. I was privvy to glimpses of sorrow the likes of which I have not yet experienced, thankfully. I was along for the hurrays! and the celebratory hugs, the trepidation and then the relief, the excruciating wait for times and judges votes. It was a great ride.
I don't know Tessa, or Joannie, I will never be able to tell Sidney Crosby how happy I was that he scored the winning goal, but I will carry a little bit of that "torch", that feeling of renewed pride for all things Canadian for my lifetime.
....And it doesn't get any better than that!
Who am I going to live vicariously through now? What's going to tug at my heartstrings on a daily basis and make me weep, real tears, of both joy and sorrow? Who will I holler and cheer for on my TV screen, now that the Canadian athletes have all gone back home?
Canadian pride? Never knew I had so much in me, eh? I always guffawed at the "heart-holding" patriotism of my American neighbours-but now that my heart has been in MY THROAT for the last 2 weeks, I understand the sentiment. I have never ever watched the Olympics with much enthusiasm, somehow always remained "detached" from all the hoopla. But when I saw the Northern Lights and then the Orcas and the Prairies homage on my screen-I felt like a proud parent, showing my baby off to the world.
Maybe it's because I have lived in the True North, and in Prairie-like small towns and big cities in Alberta as well as the West Coast, those images are part of MY fabric now, I felt overcome. I have seen the splendour of the Northern Lights, I have felt the beauty northern isolation. I have revelled in the warmth of a Chinook and have experienced both the sheer vastness of the canola fields and have felt the embrace of the Rocky Mountains. I wonder at the beauty and everlasting foliage of my new beloved West Coast.
And I never forget that I was born in a truly "distinctive" province. I am proud to be part french-candian.
So you see, I was doomed before it even started. Who knew that the "human" spirit would be so challenged, so compelling? I have never ever felt the struggle, perseverance, panic, joy and the pain of a stranger as I have in these past 2 weeks. I was privvy to glimpses of sorrow the likes of which I have not yet experienced, thankfully. I was along for the hurrays! and the celebratory hugs, the trepidation and then the relief, the excruciating wait for times and judges votes. It was a great ride.
I don't know Tessa, or Joannie, I will never be able to tell Sidney Crosby how happy I was that he scored the winning goal, but I will carry a little bit of that "torch", that feeling of renewed pride for all things Canadian for my lifetime.
....And it doesn't get any better than that!
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