Tales from the Bush in Quebec

My son called this morning. He and his lady were taking the rug rats to the ‘Musée des Enfants’, a museum especially for children, then he wondered if he could stop by on the way back home to pick up Kiti, their cat; they have a mice problem. Our very short conversation was stilted, to say the... Sign in to see full entry.

I would really prefer not to have too many more weekends like this one...my weekend, at least. There was too darned much thinking, reminiscing, searching, and mentally kicking my own butt. How in hell, at my age, so you justify being so gullible? Within the past 18 months, three betrayals – a... Sign in to see full entry.

My son is coming home today...but to which home? I could tell his lady had changed her mind. She stays here only long enough for supper, baths and putting the boys to bed. They are not yet sleeping and she is out the door, heading back to the house that was supposed to be sold, but which she has... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m not sure I should mention this – the last time someone wrote about it, it became a sort of epidemic on Blogit. Ah – I’ll take the chance. Water problems...again. I had finished vacuuming all the rooms; the pail was beside the sink waiting to be filled, then my wounded foot gave me an excuse to... Sign in to see full entry.

I had a ham roasting slowly in the oven, had dug out my favorite recipe for scalloped potatoes, and there was butternut squash in the fridge waiting to be brushed, then baked, with a little garlic and delicious Quebec maple syrup. I knew there was enough ice cream for dessert and it’s a favorite for... Sign in to see full entry.

THE PEDESTAL Take this Damned halo Off my neck For my friend- I understand your frustration! Being perfect is a chore. Sign in to see full entry.

The wild Bali with Grump “Consequences. That’s what it’s about.” We were on the daily drive to school, and my Rug rats were listening to me attentively....I hoped. I glanced in the rear-view mirror at Bali, the wild five year old. He had been throwing temper tantrums everyday when his mommy would... Sign in to see full entry.

I stumbled through the trees, following the noise. Suddenly the noise stopped. I could hear the drunken neighbour still calling...then, closer by, a low growling. I waved my flashlight frantically in that direction. My light picked out shadows – four of them frozen in place, not moving. There was... Sign in to see full entry.

We went out into the night, the five of us; my two oldest rug rats, Grump and Smooch and me. I had the flashlight (the boys were looking forward to playing cops & robbers again), and Nalou had the squeaky balls for the doggies. Grump had already disappeared into the dark, headed for the side bush... Sign in to see full entry.

I’m limping. It’s painful. It could be worse; I could be fighting assault and battery charges. Or worse still, trying to rescue my loyal Grump from the terrible mess which follows when a dog, especially a pit-bull, attacks a person. I’m nearly over my rage now, so will be able to write about it... Sign in to see full entry.