Tales from the Bush in Quebec

“There is something happening here, what it is ain’t exactly clear” – the lyrics of the Buffalo Springfield tune are playing in my head over and over again. Umm – yes, and that’s where the ‘something’ is happening; in my head. I’m having a devil of a time to complete my accounting work. My brain... Sign in to see full entry.

Disaster after disaster, here, there, everywhere; be it Mother Nature or man-made, it has been keeping the journalists busy, and the general population shaking heads and asking ‘What next?’ Recently there certainly seems to be a lot going on at the same time. Is this unusual? My question is... Sign in to see full entry.

Dora, the cat living with my grandson, now has a nearly identical companion, the differences being that Pinch has a small black triangle on the chin (Pinch in French is a nickname for a Quixote type beard), and, more importantly, that Pinch is a male. He is still young, but kittens mature quickly,... Sign in to see full entry.

- My son, Jo, has finally had his operation. They removed the blocked piece of his big intestine Thursday with success. Sadly, while he was on the operating table, his lady’s much beloved grandmother slipped into a coma and passed over. My son was fond of her, as were we all, and I could tell by his... Sign in to see full entry.

On the lake in the mountains near Mount Fuji. The little white thing on the water is a lone fishing boat. If I sound ungrateful for my trip to Japan, I don’t mean to. It was a wonderful, and expensive, gift offered to me by my son and his Japanese wife – a once in a lifetime experience. It was so... Sign in to see full entry.

“You’ll be okay, Mom. The cable cars go up the mountain, but we stay close to the ground all the way.” This was the statement from my son, B., the night before our 5 th day of harried activity in Japan; a visit to Mount Fuji. He now tells me he really didn’t remember that on the 3 rd...or was it the... Sign in to see full entry.

It started on Thursday. My long-time friend, Dawna, invited me to supper at her home. I enjoy going there anyway, and she further enticed me by sending a message that dessert would be rhubarb and strawberry crisp. I have a great weakness for anything with rhubarb. Her hubby, Malcolm, put a gallon of... Sign in to see full entry.

So we have another cloudy, rainy day, and it’s sweater/jacket temperature out there too. It still is awfully pretty, with the blossoms on the apple trees, and the others so leafy, waving their various shades of green. The eye is caught by colorful dandelions and daisies and bluebells and baby’s... Sign in to see full entry.

I’ve always loved being crooned to sleep by the sound of rain falling on my tin roof. For some reason the bed feels more comfy, the blankets warmer, and the pillow softer; I’m wrapped up in a cocoon, protected from the elements, safe and sound. It has been happening nearly every night for the past... Sign in to see full entry.

I was waiting on a document that was to come by email. When it didn’t show up, I contacted the sender, and his secretary told me that yes, it had been sent as promised. Further conversation made me realize that I had neglected to advise the sender that my email address had been changed some time... Sign in to see full entry.