Remembering

Although today seems like a Sunday due to having the day off and the Remembrance Day service I attended it is still Tuesday. The service was lovely and the church so crowded that I sat in the balcony with the Scouts and Beavers. It reminded me of the days when our children attended in their various groups participating or even (gasp) back to when I attended as a Girl Guide in the 60s. Well I sure didn't need the glasses to see the action then though and the veterans were a lot younger and spryer. There's been a large resurgence of interest in Nov 11th, some of it due to the present conflict in Afghanistan.

I had the best of intentions to connect with the travel mate and sort out our photos together but....all the peace and quiet came to an end this afternoon and since it's almost 9 p.m. and I've just sat down, guess it's not going to happen today. First the prodigal son arrived from fishing with several armloads of filthy laundry, took a shower as he smelled worse than the clothes and headed off again after catching me up on the news. I had a elementary school neighbour selling candles and of course how could I refuse with four of our urchins having canvassed the neighbourhood mercilessly in years past? Then the shore captain arrived shedding mud and twigs, again bearing laundry and smelling worse while waiting for supper. So, a loaf of brown bread, large pot of chili and batch of biscuits later, here I am.

Good thing that I packed before the kerfuffle struck and so am ready to head out for a conference in the city. I will stop along the way to pick up the bike I'm buying from a colleague and then head into the city for daughter # 2s. We've planned pizza for supper so that will leave time to scrapbook some cards in the evening. I'll have Thursday morning to run some errands before the conference starts (working on my small pleasures found along the way theory) and am hoping for less congestion than on Saturday. I may get to poke around the scrapbooking or book stores, missed in my rural paradise.

It was as I thought, daughter # 1 says that she can't believe I didn't know about Craftsters and was sure she'd mentioned it to me. This is what happens when you get old and forget things.

To torture myself when I'm heading back to work I sometimes look on the bridge cam of the Sea or Grand Princess to see where they are and just to keep you up to date as armchair travelers the Sea Princess is enroute to Bonaire and the Grand Princess is underway to Piraeus, Greece. Oh to be retired and cruising in the Southern Caribbean or the Mediterreanean.

And now I leave you with a bit of funny but bad female humor that only women appreciate:

Jake was dying.
His wife sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly:
'I have something I must confess.'
'There's no need to, 'his wife replied.
'No,' he insisted, 'I want to die in peace.
I slept with your sister, your best friend,
her best friend, and your mother!'
'I know,' she replied.
'Now just rest and let the poison work.'

Allow me my small pleasures as NO I haven't found a new cleaning lady yet and I'm trying not to think about it as the animal fur tumbleweeds roll across the floor.