It’s a double gravity sort of day for me and I’ve been dragging my ass. The weather is cold and damp with a blustery, biting wind, and the sky is dreary and heavy with clouds. It’s not the sort of day that invites you to come out and play. Nonetheless, I did manage to walk Jack around the neighbourhood and by the time we arrived back home, I was feeling a bit better. We took our walk slowly, and it gave Jack a chance to smell lots of fallen leaves. He tells me that it’s important to smell the leaves because that’s how the trees talk to him. I asked him what the trees were saying, and Jack told me that some of them are thirsty and some of them are looking forward to winter, and this one beside us wants him to pee somewhere else. Oh. Alright, then Bubba, I guess we’d better go. Silly mummy, he said and lifted his leg to pee
And boredom leads to cake.
For the Pokémon Go Community Day last Saturday I made a black forest style cake. See if you can guess the theme of the decoration:
And then I decided to try Petit Fours for the first time, practising the flavours for Halloween (but not the design):
Thin sponge with strawberry jam and pumpkin pie lemon curd (though it could use some additional lemon juice and a tad less cloves). Home made fondant glaze and teeny tiny fondant horn and ears.
“Wake up. You have to get up now,” I heard my husband call out sharply from the hallway.
“Why,” I call back, already getting up. Mr. doesn’t use that tone often, so I know there’s a problem.
“There’s been an accident out front.”
Oh. Just that. Again. We live near a high school and at certain times of day a few cars speed through the corner near our house. I looked at the clock. Yup, 8:15, the busiest time of day.
I was having trouble shaking myself awake as I grabbed my robe and stiffly hurried to the door hoping no-one was hurt. Mr. was already at the door and when we looked out, the first thing we saw was a shiny black car resting on the sidewalk about a foot from our front lawn and very near the spot that Jack likes to sit and greet the kids who walk to school. The front end was bent and twisted and looked beyond repair. In the other direction, we saw another shiny black car with its passenger door smashed in, and between the vehicles, there was a field of debris littering the road and two men standing talking under a single blue striped golf umbrella. Great – no-one hurt. I made my way to the kitchen, put on the coffee and was heading to the bathroom when I heard a knock on my door. Standing there was a strapping, young fireman wearing all his gear who smiled at me pleasantly and told me that the car would be removed soon and not to worry. Mam. He called me mam. I thanked him and smiled back, wishing him a good day. When I finally made it to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. One side of my hair was wild and sticking out at all angles and the other side was plastered to my head. My fluffy pink bathrobe was sporting a big stain of some sort, and my face was full of pillow wrinkles. Best of all, I wasn’t wearing my dentures and suddenly realized that I’d given the guy a great big, Granny Clampett, toothless grin.
And how was your morning?
I had a bit of time this morning, so I thought I’d give Bubba a treat and home took him for a walk in the woods. It’s a blustery day here, and I thought we’d be somewhat protected from the wind in the forest, and this turned out to be true. I forgot to factor in that those giant trees towering above me, protecting us from the wind, were being buffeted by it and were blowing around – a lot. We’ve been to the forest before on windy days and you can hear the trees squeak and creak as they rock to and fro. It’s a bit eerie, but Jack was so excited that we sang a few songs to drown out the noise and carried on bravely. I say bravely, but stupidly is probably more accurate. We were just about halfway around when we heard a sharp crack just above us, followed by a sudden earth-shaking, crackling thud about 20 feet behind us. A large branch had fallen onto the path and lay there still quivering. Holy Shit! That was way too close. If Jack had been lingering behind me as usual instead of trying to share my croissant, he would have been toast. If I’d been just a bit more leisurely, I could have been toast. We sped up a bit then (there’s only so fast a Jack and a voyager can go) and made it back to our car without further incident.
Note to self: Update the don’t do list one more time.
We’re having a small family feast at casa voyager today in honour of Canadian Thanksgiving. There will only be 3 of us humans, myself, Mr. V and his brother, but there will be 2 big, slobbery dogs on hand to round out the table and help with the dishes. On the menu is roast chicken with homemade stuffing and gravy, roasted potatoes, green bean casserole, red cabbage (a tradition from my family), local fresh-picked peas and carrots, and raspberry pie with whipped cream for dessert. The pie is in honour of the Thanksgiving when Mr. V’s very dignified father accidentally sprayed whipped cream all over himself and the surrounding area. It’s now a tradition to tell the story and have a few laughs over dessert. Of course, we have to use the whipped cream that comes in a can.
I try to take the time on Thanksgiving to think about all my blessings and not just those of any particular day. It’s a long, full list, and today the exercise has left me feeling a bit nostalgic and overwhelmingly grateful to be such a lucky voyager. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.