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“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” - Henry Miller
It's a long weekend and I think we all love those.
What are you doing? Spending the last weekend at the cottage before the kids go back to school? Some urban hiking in your home town or someone else's home town? A fall fair? Hanging by the pool? It seems the possibilities are endless.
If you can find a ribfest near you, you should go. We went to a tiny one, I'm sure some of our friends south of the border who really know how to do barbecue would point and laugh and tell us silly Canadians that we have no idea how to do it right.
There was a dancing, hotdogging, bbq man who was cooking ribs not hotdogs.
best friend love the best love
i was cleaning out my youngest son's room, he leaves for university tomorrow, and i found this little foam heart. stacey is his best friend. they have been friends for as long as i can remember, never boyfriend and girlfriend, just best friends. i slipped this heart into my pocket fully intending to use it here.
a few hours later he asked to borrow some money, to take stacey out for their last lunch together before they go their separate ways
i couldn't resist mentioning that i had found the heart. alex remembered right away that it had been inside a birthday card stacey had given him years ago. i was happy that he remembered when he had received it, it meant something, as it should have.
I want to go back in time a little bit, you might have noticed that this blog's URL starts with "3yrplan". I had been writing in a blog that was really, for my sister and me. For Margie, since she was the only person reading it and for me, because last September I realized that I was three years away from turning 50. I thought it might be a good thing to get a wee jump on it and watch my life happening while I approached the half century. That blog has morphed into our joint venture here, the souers du jour.
When I started 3yrplan part of the plan was to get fit, slim, have great hair and learn new things. Things have motored along and, no, I'm no fitter or slimmer, I always had great hair - that one was easy - I'm learning photography, which as it turns out is harder than I thought, but I'm loving it. My life is unfolding as it should.
But! I am a year older. 3 years have turned to 2 years.
One of the things BB & I talked about last year was a trip. A big vacation to celebrate. I chose Paris. I wanted to go to Paris to celebrate the Big Birthday.
Today, I was talking to a colleague who had spent his honeymoon in Paris. I spoke of my desire to travel there for my birthday. He said, knowingly, "I hope you specified Paris, France." I laughed, because we have a delightful little town here in Ontario also called Paris. It would have been a great afternoon outing, but I would have been sorely disappointed.
Tonight I made the specifics clear. "Hey, you know I meant France, right?"
So we've been talking all evening, about where would we go and more specifically what "this" would we sacrifice to get "that". We are going to have to plan hard. BB's schedule means a trip in November. Two weeks. We have to budget and save so that we can have a trip that would make us feel rich, even if just for the short time. A holiday, not a vacation.
We decided that we're not completely married to the idea of France, we're flexible, but, yes, again with the buts, BUT ...
we don't want to go somewhere and end up in a place like this,
this one sounds romantic, I don't know about you, but the first thing I think of when I pull into my vacation destination is a used car
wait, this might be better! after all it is a three star motel,
I think, though, I really might prefer
In all seriousness, where would you go? What would you do?
I've been from one end of Canada to the other. I've been to the Caribbean
and through some of the States, but I've never been anywhere else.
Give me some ideas!
Kath
I guess I should also specify that although I would love to go to Texas,
I'm not thinking Paris, Texas either - BB I'm pointing at you!
saturday night a. and i went to a reggae concert. we love jamaica we love the people that live there and we love the music. i've been there many times, with the kids and without, with friends and alone with just a. this week, over at written inc. the theme is colour and while sitting outside listening to reggae, i looked around and saw those famous colours of jamaica, everywhere. to me, the sound of the reggae is a sound of hope and redemption, reggae music digs deep into your heart.
In the past few months BB has lost his keys and his stopwatch. He lost the stopwatch back in May at the theatre and his keys a few weeks ago, but we didn't know where (or we would have found them, I suppose). Both turned up this past week, first the stopwatch and the keys the following day. I joked and asked him to find the money we had lost. No money in particular, but we all like to find money, don't we?
BB and I hate the carpet that runs throughout most of our home. It's beige and it's not really our style. We have been talking about putting in hardwood floors since before we moved in. But as often happens in life, other expenses arise, we decide to take a holiday or put on a new garage roof and the hardwood plan lies dormant.
Last night we went to a great party in a beautiful home. Our host had just done his floors with wood that had been dredged from the bottom of the Ottawa river. The floor is stunning. As you can imagine, talk turned to home renovations and decorating. A colleague of BB's was relating that she had purchased a home, similar vintage to ours, that she was renovating. She was very excited because she had discovered hardwood under the carpeting.
We got home from the party happy and relaxed, poured ourselves a night cap and BB said, "You don't think we have hardwood, do you?" We tripped over each other running to the guest bedroom, threw open the cupboard, pulled back the carpet and thought we saw something good.
I live in a very small town, in the middle of vineyards and orchards. I work in a medium sized city about a 25 minute drive from home.
I travel like this, first on a concession, then a two lane highway, onto a divided highway, up onto a freeway, down a ramp, onto city streets and arrive downtown. That's my drive to work.
The drive home from work is the better drive because although I travel the same roads, I go from downtown to the country and by the time I hit that two lane highway, my work day has faded completely from my consciousness.
I often hit red lights though.
As I sat at the red light this morning at the bottom of the ramp, I looked up at the freeway. This what I saw.
Last night, I was coming home later than usual and a very different kind of red light stopped me. I pulled over, used the car as a tripod and took this so you could see it too.
Morning and Night
I much prefer coming home, don't you?
Happy weekend.
Kath
yesterday over at pioneer woman there was talk of photo actions, the good, the bad and the ugly. i don't know about the rest of you but sometimes i feel guilty using photo actions. does it mean i can't take a good photo all by myself? am i a lazy photographer? are you?
