Linda's Blog #6
Dear Barb and Arnie,
Well the dog jog lives; I could not kill it. I thought I had but the
very determined ladies plagued me with all manner of convincing. We had
fundraising committee meeting yesterday afternoon and they proceeded
like there was no minutes any agenda from the last meeting.
Pauline took over the chair, and wrote all the minutes then called me
the night before last as “she did not think there was an agenda” and she
“had to organize it” There is a meeting full board meeting tonight. I
think however, with the cold that I have and sore throat, I have the
perfect excuse, I may give it a miss.
I have young pretty guest here who thinks she is special, very special,
and dare I say used to getting her own way, fortunately her mother
probably thinks she is. Anyway the way I am feeling it will be tomorrow
morning that I clean the rooms, as they are not leaving until 5 pm.
So today’s agenda includes getting the oil changed on the car, and
walking the dog. Then oh bliss !! Hopefully a nap. (I did go to the
board meeting and now there is an another epic email from the dreaded
Pauline.)
I saw Stu McLean this past Sunday afternoon, he was good but two of the
stories he told were repeats, I am not sure why. It felt like he was
filling in time. Dan Hill was their and another Juno young girl singer,
so it made for an entertaining afternoon.
Weather is warming up lots of ice everywhere but will soldier on, as it
is the harbinger of spring here in the Maritimes. We are supposed to get
our annual St Paddy’s Day storm. I have officially unplugged the roof. I
have wires to keep ice dams from forming. The $250 electricity bill was
the impetuous.
I have been having the broken glass syndrome, very strange indeed. A
picture fell off the wall, in my living room and into one of my big
plants, breaking the glass. It took me a couple of days to notice
believe it or not. Then I had to find a box to put the glass pieces in,
and I thought that I could use a glasscutter to score it into smaller
pieces. I phoned a neighbor for a glasscutter, went to Canadian Tire for
one and finally just broke it with a hammer. Prior, I was moving
something and another picture fell and the glass broke in the watercolor
my sister gave me for my birthday. I have spoken with God(dess) and
asked that she stop the “burning bush “syndrome and just tell me what I
am supposed to do. Then after having taped the broken pieces into the
box, I found another giant piece, poop.
All is well here, with hopes of the same for you. Call when the coast is
clear,
Hi to your mom, Scott & Christine, Abby and Christopher.
Lg with hugs. xoxo
