It’s that time of year when I have “downtime” for philosophical thoughts. That’s what three hours of hauling water and watering trees allows for. Lots of alone time for thinking and Siri for dictation. Or maybe it’s that I’m a trauma nurse, I have a friend in a war zone right now and even locally, bad shit happens to good people. I try to make sense of it all; really to no avail because it seems that so much of life boils down to choices and chances. The road more travelled, the road less travelled. By the book or off the beaten track. Learning from our mistakes or being tied to them?
Take even our trees for example. If we had gone with the standard poplars we probably have a few more visual trees around the yard . They have that fluff which Ron is allergic to and they tend to die off in about 25 years. So we’ve gone with trees that are a lot more slow growing like green ash and Manitoba maple. Trees that incidentally seemed need a lot of water and the climate really has changed. Where did those rainy years go?
But extrapolate this to the bigger view of life about choices and chances. The crazy thing is that some of those chances and some of those choices aren’t even ours. Government policies, insurance companies, freak weather or strange events can all wreck incredible havoc with lives. Indeed even with life it self. One quick decision can have such far reaching consequences.
While the picture shows a cute black and white calf life isn’t that clear cut. One side one choice, opposite side opposite choice. Life is full of so many shades of grey. So many chances not taken or taken. You can’t erase the past and one hopes we can all learn from the it. Letting go and moving on is often very difficult.
Meanwhile the sun has set and its time to move along with other tasks. As usual though, I will choice to focus on the gratitude for my bounties.
You can’t make this kind of shit up and it was crap. All over the window sill and even in the dining room.
The morning dawned like usual and while upstairs I had no concept my day was about to unravel somewhere Continue reading
I’ve been so busy writing for my volunteer life that I’ve had no time to write for pleasure. It’s way more fun when no one edits what you write!
Today I’d like to write about what a fabulous job the Continue reading
I remember once, when I was about 13 or 14, flying to Vancouver Island with my mom. We saw people she knew in Calgary and Vancouver. I was like “what the heck?”; we lived in a small farming community so how could my mom know so many people?
Fast forward to my kids going anywhere with me when they were teenagers. It kind of drove them a bit crazy that I would find people whom I knew to stop and visit with.
Flying thousand of miles away should probably have prevented that. Or so you Continue reading
I may have jinxed myself with yesterday’s post about first time out and things turning out exceptionally well.
Today I’m also trying something for the first time and feeding the results to friends! Hence the fingers crossed! I don’t have a plan B for supper so let’s hope.
The story begins a couple of years ago when my friend’s dad gave us some beans. He grows them and then dries them and shells them out. So this year I planted some of his and after we ate them fresh and green I let the plants continue. I pulled, dried and finally shelled them in a post called Side tracked
They’ve been patiently waiting for me to remember to soak them on a weekend night and have the day for them to simmer. First I checked with my mom for a recipe but it turns out that’s doctored up canned beans was the norm although she did hand write out a receipe for her granddaughter’s shower gift. I then turned to my two favourite on line sites only to find out they both used canned beans to create their baked beans.
So I just picked the first three hits, read the reviews, picked one (Genius kitchen which I’ve used before) and set about making it. They have to soak overnight in cold water; the next morning they are boiled in clean water for 10 minutes. While they were simmering on the stove I made the sauce for them; a modification here and there like less sugar and a jalapeno. Then I put them in the oven and walked away for several hours. We did have to adjust fluid levels a few times but I am happy to report they were cooked after 6 hours and the sauce was absolutely spot on!
So first time lucky but it sure won’t be the last time we have them. It takes pre planning but it is neither hard nor complex just time consuming for the cooking part. It was a casual meal for sure but paired with good friends and lively conversation and a brew it went down well.
The upside, if there is one, to insomnia is how much time one has to think. I try, repeatedly, to return my thoughts to Continue reading
Today’s planned post was preempted, not by selfish bastards (insider blog joke), but rather by sheer delight.
I couldn’t stop myself, I just couldn’t. The Continue reading
It all started with an old picture and an ice pack. Which indeed seems kind of random even for me as I write this. The ice packs have been getting a serious work out at our house in the Continue reading
If you think I’ve lost my marbles with the title I can tell you I’m not making this up. It’s a real word and a growing industry. Seriously. Zoomer.
A boomer is a zoomer if they want to be. Well why wouldn’t you? Who wants to be an old boring boomer worn out with no zip from too many years of work.
Look at the cover of the Zoomer magazine, which I borrowed from the outpatient clinic lab waiting area (still with my long work story maybe later tale) and tell me this isn’t an industry waiting to explode.
There is a carful of boomers around every corner. We are the biggest demographic and apparently we are going to bankrupt the country when we all want our pensions. We’ve worked hard and don’t want to be old yet. We embraced technology, for the most part says the woman trying to master the three remotes in the basement, and don’t want to go out to pasture yet. So we created a new category and have zipped ourselves into it.
Now I borrowed the magazine because I wanted to read the article about anaesthetics and elderly patient. Purely from a professional interest to see if the main stream media is saying what the docs I work with are reading and what I see in the real world in the “theatre” ( fancy word for operating room).
And then today, somewhere in one of my feeds, I saw this article below. I couldn’t find the actual link for it but it does quote the WHO. And in essence it’s saying that boomers are now zoomers.
So there you go except for one thing.
And with ageing does come wear and tear on the “vessel” that we use to zoom around in. And today I feel older than the above mentioned chart classification of young. Mostly because I had my arthritic thumb joint injected because the pain is interfering with work and life. Of course the long-term issue is that I have less strength in it which is probably more significance than the pain but that’s not what this blog post is about.
This post is about staying fit and active. Being the kind of grandparent that gets down on the floor and plays. It’s about keeping up with technology but not being ruled by it. It’s about pacing ourselves while still challenging our own status quo.
Now excuse me while I stop pecking away with one hand and go ice my hand. Stop in with your comments and opinions about your “demographics” and mantras!
Now I usually start the year out with a blog post about the word for the year. I’ve even picked out the word/phrase but somehow I feel a bit uninspired. Not by the phrase but by Continue reading