My Mom. I love her. Taken Aug 28'16 by my Dad during a walk in Port Credit.
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Showing posts with label Mom. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 5, 2013
Two Life Changing Events In One Week!
On Tuesday April 23rd, 2013 at 5:00am my phone rang. I did not get to it. The message was from my Dad, "We're at the Hospital, your Mother has had a heart attack."
What was said after that, I am not sure because to be completely open and honest, I lost my shit. It felt like something in me broke. I have always been aware of just how fortunate I am to have both my parents alive and well. My Dad turned 81 in January and my Mom turns 80 in July. Neither look their age. My Dad had a heart issue a little more than 10 years ago, and since then, he's been fine.
My Mom is the healthiest senior/older person I know. Apart from a digestive issue that is no doubt related to the stress caused by her daughter, she is in great shape. My parents look after themselves, they eat well, and this was just completely unexpected and out of the blue.
Where my parents live and the Hospital my Mom was taken to all resulted in the best possible outcome. By the time I arrived at the Hospital, my Mom had already had her Angioplasty with 2 Stents, was doing well, and resting in her room in the C.C.U.
On Thursday April 25th, 2013 I went back to work. The plan was for me to go the Hospital directly from work Friday & spend the weekend there, which at that point, could have resulted in her discharge. She was released from Hospital on Tuesday April 30th, 2013 and is at home and starting her recovery and doing well. Blessed and so appreciative.
My Thursday (Apr 25th) however, did not go as planned. I'd had a headache since the day before. Chalked it up to stress. I noted to my Manager at noon that my headache had gone. I figured the work had eased my mind a bit by having to think of other things. At 2:00pm, all of a sudden, my eyes seemed to become independent of each other. I was incredibly dizzy and could not walk a straight line to the washroom without hitting walls. After about 5 minutes I called 911.
I was transported to a Hospital near my workplace. This is itself caused me MORE stress. It's not close to home and it's not the best Hospital or on the best part of town. The truth is, I was too scared, too dizzy, and too nauseous to put up much of a fight so I did what I do best, suffered in silence.
When the Ambulance Tech released me to the Hospital, I was alone. I had to go to the washroom so I asked the Tech if she could wheel me over to the washroom & just watch my bag before she left. I stumbled in, clinging to the walls, only to notice that BOTH stalls did not have any toilet paper. When all was finally said and done, I sat back in my chair in the ER waiting room and threw up in a bag in front of a bunch of strangers. Lovely.
For 2 hours I sat in the waiting room, clutching my bag with eyes closed trying not to move my head so the world would stop spinning. Around 5pm I was wheeled into a multiple bed section and asked to disrobe from the waist up. This in itself was an Olympic event. The bucket they gave me after they took away the bag was always within reach. Sometime later a Doctor came in, moved my head about, got me to follow her finger, gave me some Gravol and told me to rest for a bit, and that she'd be back to check in on my progress.
The Gravol eased the nausea but my eyes remained wonky and the world continued to spin. The ER doc diagnosed me with Acute Vestibular Neuritis. She gave me a prescription for Steroids, told me to go home & lay down and within 3 days it should straighten itself out.
When I got out of the cab, came inside and cleaned myself up after throwing up again, I stumbled out to the hallway. When Adam saw me and I opened my eyes to look at him he said, "Jesus Christ." Now he tells people I look like Marty Feldman. My left eye was looking off to the left. Scary.
I woke up Sunday morning Apr 28th, and my eyes were still wonky. By wonky, I mean still not straight. I had ( and still have) double vision. This was not good so at 10:20am I hopped in a cab & took myself to Sunnybrook ER.
At 5:00pm after laying on a stretcher pulled up next to the nurses station in the ER. not in a room, with a towel over my eyes due to the sensitivity to light and dizziness, and after a CT scan failed to show anything, I was admitted to Hospital.
Scary. On Monday Apr 29th, I had an MRI. Terrifying. Thank goodness I got an Ativan to relax me before hand or I might not have made it through. Since they were doing my head, I had to have a cage placed over it to secure it to the board so I wouldn't move. To not freak myself out more than necessary, I kept my eyes closed from the moment I laid on the table to the moment I was being wheeled out of the room.
On Tuesday, my eyes were still wonky, I still had double vision, and the doctors from the Neurology department were stumped. My MRI did not show a stroke, a tumor, an aneurysm, or what they expected, and inflammation or lesion on the C3 nerve in my brain stem. Of course all great news, but then what the hell is wrong with me?
I have Sarcoidosis, so it was a possibility that I had/have some sarcoid inflammation. I had no headache, no pain, no numbness, no tingles, could it be MS? I was ordered to have a Lumbar Puncture (Spinal Tap). I thought the MRI was bad. Cripes, this was worse.
On Thursday, my eyes had improved very slightly in that I could see out of each eye, but both open together still produced double vision. My right eye is ok, my left eye seems to have a hard time focusing in and it feels like it wanders. With both eyes open, when looking to the right, the left eye stops at the center position whereas the right eye keeps going right. It is hard to explain and I'm trying to get better at it.
I was released from Hospital Thursday afternoon. I still have double vision but it seems to be getting better in very tiny increments. I've increased the font size on my computer, Adam bought me a funky cool pirate eye patch and I've been survivng by keeping my left eye closed.
I have to go to my family doctor this week to get the remaining Lumbar Puncture results. The initial results at the hospital didn't show anything but there are a few tests that take more time to garner results.
I have also been referred to a specialist - a Neurological Ophthalmologist, so I'm waiting for that phone call. I go back to work tomorrow and I'm terrified. Bus, Subway, Bus, crossing streets. It's tough because I feel, well I am, visually impaired, but no one can tell so I feel as if they think I'm drunk, mental, or just in the way. I'm thinking of trying those walking poles like ski poles to give me a bit of security. I see all the old dears walking around the neighborhood with them. We'll see.
So, how was your week?
What was said after that, I am not sure because to be completely open and honest, I lost my shit. It felt like something in me broke. I have always been aware of just how fortunate I am to have both my parents alive and well. My Dad turned 81 in January and my Mom turns 80 in July. Neither look their age. My Dad had a heart issue a little more than 10 years ago, and since then, he's been fine.
My Mom is the healthiest senior/older person I know. Apart from a digestive issue that is no doubt related to the stress caused by her daughter, she is in great shape. My parents look after themselves, they eat well, and this was just completely unexpected and out of the blue.
Where my parents live and the Hospital my Mom was taken to all resulted in the best possible outcome. By the time I arrived at the Hospital, my Mom had already had her Angioplasty with 2 Stents, was doing well, and resting in her room in the C.C.U.
On Thursday April 25th, 2013 I went back to work. The plan was for me to go the Hospital directly from work Friday & spend the weekend there, which at that point, could have resulted in her discharge. She was released from Hospital on Tuesday April 30th, 2013 and is at home and starting her recovery and doing well. Blessed and so appreciative.
My Thursday (Apr 25th) however, did not go as planned. I'd had a headache since the day before. Chalked it up to stress. I noted to my Manager at noon that my headache had gone. I figured the work had eased my mind a bit by having to think of other things. At 2:00pm, all of a sudden, my eyes seemed to become independent of each other. I was incredibly dizzy and could not walk a straight line to the washroom without hitting walls. After about 5 minutes I called 911.
I was transported to a Hospital near my workplace. This is itself caused me MORE stress. It's not close to home and it's not the best Hospital or on the best part of town. The truth is, I was too scared, too dizzy, and too nauseous to put up much of a fight so I did what I do best, suffered in silence.
When the Ambulance Tech released me to the Hospital, I was alone. I had to go to the washroom so I asked the Tech if she could wheel me over to the washroom & just watch my bag before she left. I stumbled in, clinging to the walls, only to notice that BOTH stalls did not have any toilet paper. When all was finally said and done, I sat back in my chair in the ER waiting room and threw up in a bag in front of a bunch of strangers. Lovely.
For 2 hours I sat in the waiting room, clutching my bag with eyes closed trying not to move my head so the world would stop spinning. Around 5pm I was wheeled into a multiple bed section and asked to disrobe from the waist up. This in itself was an Olympic event. The bucket they gave me after they took away the bag was always within reach. Sometime later a Doctor came in, moved my head about, got me to follow her finger, gave me some Gravol and told me to rest for a bit, and that she'd be back to check in on my progress.
The Gravol eased the nausea but my eyes remained wonky and the world continued to spin. The ER doc diagnosed me with Acute Vestibular Neuritis. She gave me a prescription for Steroids, told me to go home & lay down and within 3 days it should straighten itself out.
When I got out of the cab, came inside and cleaned myself up after throwing up again, I stumbled out to the hallway. When Adam saw me and I opened my eyes to look at him he said, "Jesus Christ." Now he tells people I look like Marty Feldman. My left eye was looking off to the left. Scary.
I woke up Sunday morning Apr 28th, and my eyes were still wonky. By wonky, I mean still not straight. I had ( and still have) double vision. This was not good so at 10:20am I hopped in a cab & took myself to Sunnybrook ER.
At 5:00pm after laying on a stretcher pulled up next to the nurses station in the ER. not in a room, with a towel over my eyes due to the sensitivity to light and dizziness, and after a CT scan failed to show anything, I was admitted to Hospital.
Scary. On Monday Apr 29th, I had an MRI. Terrifying. Thank goodness I got an Ativan to relax me before hand or I might not have made it through. Since they were doing my head, I had to have a cage placed over it to secure it to the board so I wouldn't move. To not freak myself out more than necessary, I kept my eyes closed from the moment I laid on the table to the moment I was being wheeled out of the room.
On Tuesday, my eyes were still wonky, I still had double vision, and the doctors from the Neurology department were stumped. My MRI did not show a stroke, a tumor, an aneurysm, or what they expected, and inflammation or lesion on the C3 nerve in my brain stem. Of course all great news, but then what the hell is wrong with me?
I have Sarcoidosis, so it was a possibility that I had/have some sarcoid inflammation. I had no headache, no pain, no numbness, no tingles, could it be MS? I was ordered to have a Lumbar Puncture (Spinal Tap). I thought the MRI was bad. Cripes, this was worse.
On Thursday, my eyes had improved very slightly in that I could see out of each eye, but both open together still produced double vision. My right eye is ok, my left eye seems to have a hard time focusing in and it feels like it wanders. With both eyes open, when looking to the right, the left eye stops at the center position whereas the right eye keeps going right. It is hard to explain and I'm trying to get better at it.
I was released from Hospital Thursday afternoon. I still have double vision but it seems to be getting better in very tiny increments. I've increased the font size on my computer, Adam bought me a funky cool pirate eye patch and I've been survivng by keeping my left eye closed.
I have to go to my family doctor this week to get the remaining Lumbar Puncture results. The initial results at the hospital didn't show anything but there are a few tests that take more time to garner results.
I have also been referred to a specialist - a Neurological Ophthalmologist, so I'm waiting for that phone call. I go back to work tomorrow and I'm terrified. Bus, Subway, Bus, crossing streets. It's tough because I feel, well I am, visually impaired, but no one can tell so I feel as if they think I'm drunk, mental, or just in the way. I'm thinking of trying those walking poles like ski poles to give me a bit of security. I see all the old dears walking around the neighborhood with them. We'll see.
So, how was your week?
Sunday, March 24, 2013
A Lovely Afternoon with Mom
Mom & I had a lovely Sunday afternoon together.
We started with lunch (with Dad) at the Mövenpick Marché. We shared Caesar Salad, Seafood Noodle Soup, and a Turkey fancy bun/bread. I didn't take a photo of the crèpe we had for dessert. It was so tasty.
Then we went to Roy Thomson Hall to see the Toronto Symphony Orchestra.
The conductor was a young French Canadian named Mélanie Léonard and she was absolutely wonderful. I am so glad it was her. The music was moving and it is a memory I am happy to have made.
On the way back to Union Station, we came upon some more odd statues. Whales and cows. Always interesting.
I must apologize for the blurry photos. Needing new glasses and having a blurry spot n my lens makes for frustration and a whole whack of unusable photos.
We started with lunch (with Dad) at the Mövenpick Marché. We shared Caesar Salad, Seafood Noodle Soup, and a Turkey fancy bun/bread. I didn't take a photo of the crèpe we had for dessert. It was so tasty.
Then we went to Roy Thomson Hall to see the Toronto Symphony Orchestra.
The conductor was a young French Canadian named Mélanie Léonard and she was absolutely wonderful. I am so glad it was her. The music was moving and it is a memory I am happy to have made.
On the way back to Union Station, we came upon some more odd statues. Whales and cows. Always interesting.
I must apologize for the blurry photos. Needing new glasses and having a blurry spot n my lens makes for frustration and a whole whack of unusable photos.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Monster Headache a Good Dream and a Nightmare
When my alarm went off this morning, I knew it wasn't going to be a good day. I had a headache. The kind where I feel as though I've been smacked in the face with a shovel and hot pins have been poking my eyes. I was dizzy, nauseous and over sensitive to both light and noise. I took 2 pills and went back to bed.
My mind was on apparent overload today because if I was asleep I was dreaming and when awake, various random memories from my life were playing out like a movie. They were all over the place and non-stop.
I had a good dream. I was best friends with Anderson Cooper and we were out spending the day together. We went and had tea and Anne Hathaway was there. It's hard to remember all the details, but it was good.
I had a nightmare. I was in the house where I grew up and I was waiting for my parents to arrive home from a trip they'd taken to England. I was expecting them in the morning but it was now early evening. The Queen (??) had called me to asked if they'd arrived home as she'd not received a call from my Mother. I told her they'd not arrived home yet nor had they called me.Then I said that had I not called by now, I'd have been in trouble. I received a phone call from a woman with an Indian accent who called to say that a man named John (my Dad) was in and out of consciousness, had asked her to call me, and that he was heading into surgery. He'd been in a plane crash. When I asked about my Mom, the lady said she knew nothing about my Mom and that my Dad was in a religious hospital in Toronto. I asked where the crash occurred and she said Toronto Pearson. I started to yell and the lady hung up. That is when I started to wail and cry. It was an awful dream, it felt real and I felt helpless and hopeless. A few other odd foggy details from the dream are lingering in my mind. Needless to say I woke up and immediately called my Mom, bawling and crying as I told her about my dream.
My parents are going on a trip together to England this summer. I will have to keep myself very busy and preoccupied on the days they're flying as to not go absolutely mental!
My headache has dissipated enough to watch some TV, check my e-mail and write this post. What I'm going to do now is drink a tall cold glass of water, take some more drugs, have something to eat, get comfy on the couch and hopefully fall asleep and have a peaceful non-dream night.
My mind was on apparent overload today because if I was asleep I was dreaming and when awake, various random memories from my life were playing out like a movie. They were all over the place and non-stop.
I had a good dream. I was best friends with Anderson Cooper and we were out spending the day together. We went and had tea and Anne Hathaway was there. It's hard to remember all the details, but it was good.
I had a nightmare. I was in the house where I grew up and I was waiting for my parents to arrive home from a trip they'd taken to England. I was expecting them in the morning but it was now early evening. The Queen (??) had called me to asked if they'd arrived home as she'd not received a call from my Mother. I told her they'd not arrived home yet nor had they called me.Then I said that had I not called by now, I'd have been in trouble. I received a phone call from a woman with an Indian accent who called to say that a man named John (my Dad) was in and out of consciousness, had asked her to call me, and that he was heading into surgery. He'd been in a plane crash. When I asked about my Mom, the lady said she knew nothing about my Mom and that my Dad was in a religious hospital in Toronto. I asked where the crash occurred and she said Toronto Pearson. I started to yell and the lady hung up. That is when I started to wail and cry. It was an awful dream, it felt real and I felt helpless and hopeless. A few other odd foggy details from the dream are lingering in my mind. Needless to say I woke up and immediately called my Mom, bawling and crying as I told her about my dream.
My parents are going on a trip together to England this summer. I will have to keep myself very busy and preoccupied on the days they're flying as to not go absolutely mental!
My headache has dissipated enough to watch some TV, check my e-mail and write this post. What I'm going to do now is drink a tall cold glass of water, take some more drugs, have something to eat, get comfy on the couch and hopefully fall asleep and have a peaceful non-dream night.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Big Drink and Small Gandalf
Yesterday I met Mom for lunch and a movie. We were going to go see Les Misérables during the Christmas break but I was not into being around people or taking the bus more than necessary, so we waited until this past weekend.
I disagree with some of the harsh criticism some people have tweeted, I think the singing by all 3 primary actors, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, and Anne Hathaway was just as it needed to be; raw and real. They acted and sang with emotion that gave me goosebumps and filled my eyes and heart with tears.
I have not seen Les Mis on stage live. I didn't know the story at all. I actually don't really dig musical theater. But this felt more like an Opera. I enjoy the Opera and I thoroughly enjoyed the film.
I also scored an awesome bit of geek treasure at the concession stand; a big drink with a small Gandalf!
I disagree with some of the harsh criticism some people have tweeted, I think the singing by all 3 primary actors, Hugh Jackman, Russell Crowe, and Anne Hathaway was just as it needed to be; raw and real. They acted and sang with emotion that gave me goosebumps and filled my eyes and heart with tears.
I have not seen Les Mis on stage live. I didn't know the story at all. I actually don't really dig musical theater. But this felt more like an Opera. I enjoy the Opera and I thoroughly enjoyed the film.
I also scored an awesome bit of geek treasure at the concession stand; a big drink with a small Gandalf!
Awesome.
Monday, September 3, 2012
When Crockett Is Happy, I Am Happy.
Crockett had a great day yesterday. He came home happy and tired. We spent the day with my Mom & Dad. Sitting in the yard, chatting, reading, and napping.
Crockett gets walks but he's never been one to just sit outside as we don't have a balcony or a backyard. The occasional sit in the park is the most he gets of just sitting in the outdoors. Yesterday was a treat being in a fenced in backyard with grass, shade, and plenty of water.
This is the 2nd time this summer we were able to do this. The 1st time, it was all new and exciting and he didn't sleep the entire day. Yesterday he succumbed. He fought it. Fought it hard, but sleep took over. He was even snoring at one point which really makes me happy.
Today I am enjoying being at home on a Monday with the knowledge that tomorrow, my commute will take a little longer and be a little louder. Students on the TTC do not make me happy. Oh well, such is my life.
Crockett gets walks but he's never been one to just sit outside as we don't have a balcony or a backyard. The occasional sit in the park is the most he gets of just sitting in the outdoors. Yesterday was a treat being in a fenced in backyard with grass, shade, and plenty of water.
This is the 2nd time this summer we were able to do this. The 1st time, it was all new and exciting and he didn't sleep the entire day. Yesterday he succumbed. He fought it. Fought it hard, but sleep took over. He was even snoring at one point which really makes me happy.
Today I am enjoying being at home on a Monday with the knowledge that tomorrow, my commute will take a little longer and be a little louder. Students on the TTC do not make me happy. Oh well, such is my life.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
A Lovely July Afternoon
Crockett & I spent the afternoon visiting with Mom & Dad. We did something that Crockett, being a Pug and being very heat sensitive, hasn't ever done before. We spent the afternoon outside. We did everything to keep him cool. He was well hydrated and had plenty of shade. He was in a fenced in yard and was leash free and completely independent. He didn't sleep too much so tonight he will no doubt, sleep like a baby. I know I will. My Mom & I sat & watered the yard for quite a while as it has been hot & dry. Every once in a while Crockett got a spray of water and he loved it.
I took 89 photos this afternoon. Here are a few.
I took 89 photos this afternoon. Here are a few.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Lunch With Jean
Met my Mom today for lunch. We shared a Canadian Breakfast and for dessert, a Butter Tart, a
Crème Brulée, and fruit with Yogurt.
Really, it wouldn't matter what we ate, it was the company I loved :)
Crème Brulée, and fruit with Yogurt.
Really, it wouldn't matter what we ate, it was the company I loved :)
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Sunday Matinée
Mom & I went to a Sunday Matinée and saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel. We both enjoyed it very much.
Judy Dench and Maggie Smith are amongst my favorites. Add in Bill Nighy and Tom Wilkinson and well, you just can't go wrong.
This may sound odd, but it was lovely to see so many wrinkles on screen. These ladies have aged gracefully and it is so lovely to see natural faces full of experience and emotion.
I laughed, I cried, I laughed and cried some more. I will watch it again when it comes out on DVD. This film is in my Top 10.
Judy Dench and Maggie Smith are amongst my favorites. Add in Bill Nighy and Tom Wilkinson and well, you just can't go wrong.
This may sound odd, but it was lovely to see so many wrinkles on screen. These ladies have aged gracefully and it is so lovely to see natural faces full of experience and emotion.
I laughed, I cried, I laughed and cried some more. I will watch it again when it comes out on DVD. This film is in my Top 10.
My Mom and some of her balcony garden.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
The Last 24 Hours Or So
I took a vacation day yesterday in hopes that the weather would still be above seasonal. I'd planned for Adam & I to take a nice long walk along the trail to Sunnybrook. When I woke up, it was raining.
As my plans were not able to be put into action, I hopped on the train & went to Mississauga to hang with my parents and do a bit of grocery shopping. It is CRAZY the difference in food prices from my neighborhood here in Toronto & Port Credit. Crockett's food alone is a $0.40 difference per can for the exact same item!
Why are my Dad's hands in his pockets? Don't know. Pretty intense glare. I don't think I'd done or said anything wrong!
This is taken from my parents balcony. I used to live in the circled building on the Lakeshore in Port Credit, on the 17th floor facing North. My parents & I could exchange light signals if need be. I moved to Toronto when I met my beloved. I miss Port Credit. It is as close to home as I've felt since I left Dorval. Plus, the lake and parks and shopping are great. You can walk to everything and it still has that village feel. There's a library, arena, everything you need. Port Credit is a little piece of heaven within Mississauga. I want to move back there. We had the opportunity to get an apartment in my old bldg on the 17th floor again, facing South...the lake! Perfection! The sunlight alone is worth it. My beloved does not want to move. He wants to stay in Toronto. He dislikes high rises. He doesn't like cookie cutter square apartments with parquet floors. Crap. This is truly the biggest compromise I've had to make in my married life. He has said that he would move to Port Credit if we can find an apartment similar to what we have here. The search is on.
Lady sitting comfortably in chair talking on the phone. Man in the kitchen doing dishes. What is this magic?
My brother came out to my parents place this morning. He bought them some goodies from Costco and a big plant. Score for me, I got a lift home. My brother looks like he belongs in The Matrix.
When I got home I grabbed Crockett to go for a walk. My 1st stop was to get a cup of coffee. When I came out of the store, Crockett had company.
Happy Pug sniffing trees. Happy Mommy sipping coffee. The blue nail polish is a Capitol color. I got it in anticipation of seeing The Hunger Games this weekend!
The tops of these trees are alive with song. The birds are happy as can be today and they're doing what they need to do before the rain starts.
Walking with purpose and joy.
This made me think of The Beatles. They should have written a song about a Pug surrounded by flowers.
I truly feel that Crockett is happiest when out for walks. I swear he is smiling!
Now, it is time for me to go poke the bear and have a cuddle. I want my husband to get out of bed and take me out on a date to see a movie.
As my plans were not able to be put into action, I hopped on the train & went to Mississauga to hang with my parents and do a bit of grocery shopping. It is CRAZY the difference in food prices from my neighborhood here in Toronto & Port Credit. Crockett's food alone is a $0.40 difference per can for the exact same item!
Why are my Dad's hands in his pockets? Don't know. Pretty intense glare. I don't think I'd done or said anything wrong!
This is taken from my parents balcony. I used to live in the circled building on the Lakeshore in Port Credit, on the 17th floor facing North. My parents & I could exchange light signals if need be. I moved to Toronto when I met my beloved. I miss Port Credit. It is as close to home as I've felt since I left Dorval. Plus, the lake and parks and shopping are great. You can walk to everything and it still has that village feel. There's a library, arena, everything you need. Port Credit is a little piece of heaven within Mississauga. I want to move back there. We had the opportunity to get an apartment in my old bldg on the 17th floor again, facing South...the lake! Perfection! The sunlight alone is worth it. My beloved does not want to move. He wants to stay in Toronto. He dislikes high rises. He doesn't like cookie cutter square apartments with parquet floors. Crap. This is truly the biggest compromise I've had to make in my married life. He has said that he would move to Port Credit if we can find an apartment similar to what we have here. The search is on.
Lady sitting comfortably in chair talking on the phone. Man in the kitchen doing dishes. What is this magic?
My brother came out to my parents place this morning. He bought them some goodies from Costco and a big plant. Score for me, I got a lift home. My brother looks like he belongs in The Matrix.
When I got home I grabbed Crockett to go for a walk. My 1st stop was to get a cup of coffee. When I came out of the store, Crockett had company.
Happy Pug sniffing trees. Happy Mommy sipping coffee. The blue nail polish is a Capitol color. I got it in anticipation of seeing The Hunger Games this weekend!
The tops of these trees are alive with song. The birds are happy as can be today and they're doing what they need to do before the rain starts.
Walking with purpose and joy.
This made me think of The Beatles. They should have written a song about a Pug surrounded by flowers.
I truly feel that Crockett is happiest when out for walks. I swear he is smiling!
Now, it is time for me to go poke the bear and have a cuddle. I want my husband to get out of bed and take me out on a date to see a movie.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
My Dad Is 80 & My Mom Is Little.
HAPPY 80th BIRTHDAY DAD!
- - - - - -
I was going through a box in my cupboard
this evening looking for a specific piece of paper
when I came upon an envelope full of photos.
I must have had them pulled out of my regular
box where I keep everything to scan them.
I'm glad I found them because I'd hate it if I
lost them.
My favorite from the lot;
My Mom when she was a little girl in England.
I took a photo of the photo and
have put it in a safe place until I get around
to scanning it.
I love her dress & hat.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
58 Years Ago Today
My parents have been married for 58 years!
Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad.
They're still stylin'!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Relaxing But With Alot Of Walking
Today I went with my parents over to the Ward Island side of Toronto Island.
It is the only section the Ferry goes to now that it's on its winter schedule.
The little cottages made it feel like I was a million miles away from the city.
The waterfront/beaches made me feel like I was in Port Credit.
The airplanes taking off from the Island Airport brought
me back to reality that the city was right there.
Here are my photos.
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