Remember that file I mentioned on my computer of quotes that I have saved over the years?? I wish I could go back and remember exactly what was going thru my head when I put some of these in the file.
Here's the next one in line
Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength. I gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which I must stop and look fear in the face.... I say to myself, I've lived through this and can take the next thing that comes along
I've written four different sentences in response to this and deleted all of them..... I'm simply speechless.....
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
What about..... the hunt of the mighty deer
I woke up early this morning and did my usual routine but as I was frantically getting ready (I had a very special person coming to spend the day with me and I didn't want to be late for my sweet, sweet date) the tv was on and there it was on the screen. I stopped and looked and wonder why they would be showing pictures of a car/deer accident, this must have been really bad. I could see the deer draped over the hood of the car, all the while I'm thinking "that's a big one", "look for horns, Pam, look for the horns", wait, maybe it's a moose/car accident or maybe I should get a little closer and look at the tv. That's right it was a car accident but there was clearly no sign of deer or moose.
The deer hunting season is around the corner, so in our house that is the topic of many, many conversations. I have been living for many (okay 30 years) with the mighty hunter. You see, it starts around August with "Maybe I'll get my bow out and bow hunt this year" to which I give my standard answer "sure". Then we move into September " I don't think I have time to bow hunt this year" to which I answer, "why?", as I think to myself , just do it. Then rolls in October, the month when everything changes, there are no longer any maybes or thinks - there will be hunting. There's something about the rifle season that puts a spark in Fernando. I hear about what boots he will wear, the zipper needs fixing on my hunting coat (thanks Gram!), "I'm gonna need some more wool socks," "where are my long johns," "did you see any deer on the drive home tonight," and the ever famous , "is supper ready yet, it's getting dark and I want to go for a ride and look for deer before it gets to late."
When I was growing up my dad was hunter too and I remember his stylish orange hat and ever the fashion statement fluorescent orange jacket. So when Fernando starts getting out the fluorescent orange fashions it brings back the memories...... I can remember the smell of breakfast cooking before daybreak and the noise of all the men arriving. I may have been young but I still knew it was way too early for me to get up, so I would roll right back over and slumber away. I wonder if my kids have those memories, wait.... I know they don't cause there was no way I was getting up that early to cook breakfast for any reason! My response to that early, early, morning breakfast was "Isn't someone around here having a hunter's breakfast?" I'm not a morning person!
So, what about the woman and wives of deer hunters. Why is it that, here it is October and when I'm half way paying attention I see deer accident, when clearly there was no deer involved. Have I been living this for so long that my mind knows - October and deer and I've started blocking things out, or seeing things that
aren't really there. Has the hunt of the mighty deer taken over my fall season. I knew November would always revolve around the hunt but now it's started creeping into my October. I used to ride right home with the radio turned up and signing with the tunes and now I ride carefully looking in the fields and even knowing where to slow down cause the deer sometimes cross in the road. Where are the days when October meant Halloween and apple pie?
The deer hunting season is around the corner, so in our house that is the topic of many, many conversations. I have been living for many (okay 30 years) with the mighty hunter. You see, it starts around August with "Maybe I'll get my bow out and bow hunt this year" to which I give my standard answer "sure". Then we move into September " I don't think I have time to bow hunt this year" to which I answer, "why?", as I think to myself , just do it. Then rolls in October, the month when everything changes, there are no longer any maybes or thinks - there will be hunting. There's something about the rifle season that puts a spark in Fernando. I hear about what boots he will wear, the zipper needs fixing on my hunting coat (thanks Gram!), "I'm gonna need some more wool socks," "where are my long johns," "did you see any deer on the drive home tonight," and the ever famous , "is supper ready yet, it's getting dark and I want to go for a ride and look for deer before it gets to late."
When I was growing up my dad was hunter too and I remember his stylish orange hat and ever the fashion statement fluorescent orange jacket. So when Fernando starts getting out the fluorescent orange fashions it brings back the memories...... I can remember the smell of breakfast cooking before daybreak and the noise of all the men arriving. I may have been young but I still knew it was way too early for me to get up, so I would roll right back over and slumber away. I wonder if my kids have those memories, wait.... I know they don't cause there was no way I was getting up that early to cook breakfast for any reason! My response to that early, early, morning breakfast was "Isn't someone around here having a hunter's breakfast?" I'm not a morning person!
So, what about the woman and wives of deer hunters. Why is it that, here it is October and when I'm half way paying attention I see deer accident, when clearly there was no deer involved. Have I been living this for so long that my mind knows - October and deer and I've started blocking things out, or seeing things that
aren't really there. Has the hunt of the mighty deer taken over my fall season. I knew November would always revolve around the hunt but now it's started creeping into my October. I used to ride right home with the radio turned up and signing with the tunes and now I ride carefully looking in the fields and even knowing where to slow down cause the deer sometimes cross in the road. Where are the days when October meant Halloween and apple pie?
Thursday, October 21, 2010
What about......okay, I'm back to Jewettville North
I promised an update on Jewettville North - where or where do I begin?.?.?.?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so what are these worth?.?.?.?.
The gang - 12 people and 5 dogs! We had a barking good time, it was a dog of a weekend!
So, What about your adventures? Do you hike until you can't walk, do you renovate, hunt, shop... How much can you cram into a long weekend and still leave like the smiling group above and still asking... When do we do it again?.?.?.?.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so what are these worth?.?.?.?.
It's a bear Mom, I'm telling you...... It's a bear! Okay, so it really went more like, Yolanda it's a bear, quick take it's picture! Mom I don't think it's a bear. Yolanda, go see if those guys in that truck over there have binoculars, never mind, I will. Needless, to say....... stump bear!
I can't even take a good picture of complete chaos - I was having to much fun and couldn't take time to set up for the shot
Again, to much to do to stop for the clear picture - but I think you get the idea - extra chairs, not counter or table left without food on top of it ( funny how we never go hungry), someone eating, someone smiling and looks like Elvin telling a deer story
This was our trip up Sugarloaf - we went up on the chairlift but who had the bright idea to walk down?.?.? Oh wait, who had the fabulously smart idea to walk down?.?!!! Someone slap me next time.
"Hurry up! it's freakin cold, run I tell you, run!" That would be Yvette's training for her 5K kicking into action. Remind me to tell her how proud I am of her!
Meet my smiling Yolanda, beautiful,........ just beautiful. I love it when she smiles ear to ear.
Sometimes you just gotta stop and take in the view or relax in between songs! That's my friend, harmonious in life and song
You've got to be kidding!! Oh right, that must be for the skier's, not us.
This was the closet thing to wildlife ( we left the guys at home ) we saw - deer poop. You gotta look really, really, close
Pedro and.. wait where's Alaina (that means harmonious one, in french)
Elvin, replacing my bedroom window - for years we've had a window that doesn't open and with Fernando being our fire tender we really, really needed a window to open.
Whenever Elvin comes to camp to visit he listens to my whining and I think he got tired of me waking up cranking and complaining about not sleeping cause it's too hot. Wonder if I should complain about my doorstep? What would happen then.......
Ta Da!
Elvin, let's talk for minute....... I would really, really like to have a couple more bedrooms, larger dining room, another bath maybe one with a tub, bigger kitchen - a much bigger kitchen! Please tell me you aren't out of miracles yet.
Many window helpers!! What a team!
Did I mention for the past 13 years I have slept in the bedroom without a window that opens. Those who know me, know I slept with windows open 3/4 of the year, so finally having a window that opens is like winning the lottery. Okay, not quite like the lottery, but pretty darn close.
The ladies made a quick trip to the fabric store, Threads Galore - while there we might have gained another seamstress! See how a little bit of touching and smelling the fabric can make us smile! We didn't buy anything just touchy, feely time, honest.......
Whoops, someone caught a picture of us leaving Threads Galore, well, it was Threads Galore when we got there, but after we left not so sure what was left in the store. Note to self - next time don't take a truck, take the Ford Escort!
So, What about your adventures? Do you hike until you can't walk, do you renovate, hunt, shop... How much can you cram into a long weekend and still leave like the smiling group above and still asking... When do we do it again?.?.?.?.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
What About.... Jewettville North
Jewettville North - the place where you go when you need to "get away". Not sure what people are getting away from when they use this term. It used to be to "get away" from the telephones - how's that working out for everyone now with cell phones. Pretty good as long as you turn that power button to off? (don't tell Fernando I said that, he would never turn off his cell phone) So, Jewettville North - more intown location then sitting by the water at home. Store, a mile from camp. More restaurants within a ten mile radius (my guess would be there's 20 or more ) than the one restaurant we have at home. More and closer neighbors...
What is it about this place
Any everything in it's proper place....
What kind of fun is that, I ask you. Jewettville North is the place we go in the winter for outdoor activities. It is only 5 miles to the nearest ski slopes, cross country skiing, snowmobiling from the door, snowshoeing from the doorstep and the list goes on.
Then the night descends upon us - scaryoke (karaoke) anyone? How about snow tubing down the ski slope, music and dancing at any number of those restaurant I mentioned earlier or just a walk where the stars are so bright that you can see them through the steam pouring from your mouth and nostrils and air so cold and crisp you can actually hear your fingers and toes freezing. Oh, I don't want to forget the month of November when the "men in the tribe" go foraging for meat for the wintah, whoops, wintER. I really, really want to be a mouse in the corner, wait, maybe I don't. I've only been privileged to hear a few of the stories about "hunting camp", there are more stories that the "men in the tribe" won't share. From the stories I've already heard, I know I don't want to hear "the rest of the story." So scratch that need to be a mouse in the corner - home in my bed with my lavender scented sheets, propane fireplace flickering in the bedroom and sleeping until I feel like getting up is where I want to be. It's my understanding that at hunting camp the fireplace only flickers when you get up 3 times a night to put wood in it, getting up in the morning consists of finding your boots in the dark, before coffee, which means you never are sure whose boots you might be wearing until the 2nd cup of coffee kicks in, but by then you're to far from camp to get the right boots, and, I really don't think those sheets are lavender scented (I've heard that corned beef hash has been banned from hunting camp this year)- 'nough said about that!
The weekend before the men in the tribe forage for meat the women in the tribe visit - not sure why 'cause the men aren't around (they must scout em deer while sun high in sky) - wait now it make sense, ...... the men aren't around......... this leads the female warriors to attend to there tribal rituals...... massage, hot tub, swimming in the heated indoor pool, shopping and after getting that relaxed we have to explain to the men that we don't possibly have the energy to cook so we'll need to go out to dinner. This my friends is Jewettville North - Humting Camp version.
Jewettville North has many versions- Hunting Camp, Snowmobiling - Trails and Back Country, I'm Not Getting off This Couch All Weekend, Octoberfest, Pub Tour, and the ever popular Critter and Skidder Tour.
I like to carry my camera with me to help express what really goes on at Jewettville North ........ maybe I'll have some new pictures to share after my next visit..... Oh, I forgot, what happens at Jewettville North, stays at Jewettville North, bummer...
So, what about you're weekend "getting away"? Do you ride around the woods counting the numbers of moose and wood skidders you can see? Do you pour at glass of wine, plunk your butt down on the couch and annouce that you will not be moving - someone bring food to me and put the tv on Lifetime ( or as the men would say the outdoor channel), or do you snowmobile or snowshoe all day only to find it impossible to get out of bed the next morning because you're so out of shape even the pinky toe muscle hurts.
Really now, why is it a "weekend get away" - what are we getting away from? Shouldn't it be a "weekend go to"?
What is it about this place
Isn't this the picture of peace and quiet - serenity and relaxation?
Organized and clean.....
Any everything in it's proper place....
What kind of fun is that, I ask you. Jewettville North is the place we go in the winter for outdoor activities. It is only 5 miles to the nearest ski slopes, cross country skiing, snowmobiling from the door, snowshoeing from the doorstep and the list goes on.
Then the night descends upon us - scaryoke (karaoke) anyone? How about snow tubing down the ski slope, music and dancing at any number of those restaurant I mentioned earlier or just a walk where the stars are so bright that you can see them through the steam pouring from your mouth and nostrils and air so cold and crisp you can actually hear your fingers and toes freezing. Oh, I don't want to forget the month of November when the "men in the tribe" go foraging for meat for the wintah, whoops, wintER. I really, really want to be a mouse in the corner, wait, maybe I don't. I've only been privileged to hear a few of the stories about "hunting camp", there are more stories that the "men in the tribe" won't share. From the stories I've already heard, I know I don't want to hear "the rest of the story." So scratch that need to be a mouse in the corner - home in my bed with my lavender scented sheets, propane fireplace flickering in the bedroom and sleeping until I feel like getting up is where I want to be. It's my understanding that at hunting camp the fireplace only flickers when you get up 3 times a night to put wood in it, getting up in the morning consists of finding your boots in the dark, before coffee, which means you never are sure whose boots you might be wearing until the 2nd cup of coffee kicks in, but by then you're to far from camp to get the right boots, and, I really don't think those sheets are lavender scented (I've heard that corned beef hash has been banned from hunting camp this year)- 'nough said about that!
The weekend before the men in the tribe forage for meat the women in the tribe visit - not sure why 'cause the men aren't around (they must scout em deer while sun high in sky) - wait now it make sense, ...... the men aren't around......... this leads the female warriors to attend to there tribal rituals...... massage, hot tub, swimming in the heated indoor pool, shopping and after getting that relaxed we have to explain to the men that we don't possibly have the energy to cook so we'll need to go out to dinner. This my friends is Jewettville North - Humting Camp version.
Jewettville North has many versions- Hunting Camp, Snowmobiling - Trails and Back Country, I'm Not Getting off This Couch All Weekend, Octoberfest, Pub Tour, and the ever popular Critter and Skidder Tour.
I like to carry my camera with me to help express what really goes on at Jewettville North ........ maybe I'll have some new pictures to share after my next visit..... Oh, I forgot, what happens at Jewettville North, stays at Jewettville North, bummer...
So, what about you're weekend "getting away"? Do you ride around the woods counting the numbers of moose and wood skidders you can see? Do you pour at glass of wine, plunk your butt down on the couch and annouce that you will not be moving - someone bring food to me and put the tv on Lifetime ( or as the men would say the outdoor channel), or do you snowmobile or snowshoe all day only to find it impossible to get out of bed the next morning because you're so out of shape even the pinky toe muscle hurts.
Really now, why is it a "weekend get away" - what are we getting away from? Shouldn't it be a "weekend go to"?
Monday, October 4, 2010
What About ....??
From the archives....
The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it.
The truth of the matter is that you always know the right thing to do. The hard part is doing it.
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