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Procrastination! I’ve learned to enjoy the full meaning of procrastination, it even sounds better when it is said slow; pro·cras·ti·na·tion, don’t you think?  I think I hit the nail on the head when I said slow, after all I’m not getting any faster.  I suppose you know by now from the time between my last post that I’ve been away again?  If not, and you didn’t notice, I’ll tell you anyway….I’ve been away.  Yes, I know, we just returned from being gone 4 months on our last road trip, “no, it didn’t seem long enough, I love being on the road.”   Then, we turn around and make another plan to head to  Ottawa, via after we go visit Nova Scotia. Seems every time I return home I make a plan for the next time we take another road trip, and I have been scheming together a plan in my mind just since I woke up this morning.  I think it might be menopause, “well, every trip I’ve made to the doctor in the past 2 years,  I’ve received the same answer that menopause seems to be the answer to everything.”  

Seems as I get older and I dare mention sight, hearing, forgetfulness or being cranky there is always a women close by and she reminds me, “It must be menopause.”  I am getting older! This month on the 30th I’ll be 51.  I so enjoyed turning 50 and was in my joy but if the truth be told I’m not enjoying the next 11 days creeping up to being 51. I’m not sure why, maybe it is because I’ve climbed the hill and after being half way to 100, I can only go down the other side from here on in, I promised myself I’ll walk not run because I don’t want to get there any faster.  

There I go, menopausing again and forgot why I came here in the first place.  Ok, I’ll try and stay on track but it will be hard, as I’m going down hill walking with menopause.  All joking set aside, there is one thing for sure, and that is when you have a garden and you go away for 2 weeks it turns into a jungle.  When I look around everything is so overgrown, the asparagus is all tall and  gone to seed, the small trees on the walkway have long shoots springing in every direction, the Wisteria has taken over and the vegetation around the pond is overwhelming.  

I’m standing on the back deck under the Wisteria, crazy or what?

Oh my, the pond look at how overgrown it is.backyard pond and waterfall

 Yesterday, it was all so overwhelming I couldn’t help but procrastinate because I got tired just looking at it all and decided it was easier to avoid it all and take a day off than it was to get at it and trim it up.  Besides tomorrow’s another day, right?  How do you know you have another day?  Each time I return to Ottawa it is to visit the people I love.  We have parents in Ottawa and my brother and sister-in-law. I’d planned to visit Ron, my true love who has been living in Brockville, long story.  Anyway I got up Saturday morning to the phone ringing and it was his mom calling from British Columbia telling me that Ron had passed away.  I’m more than sad from the news, I didn’t get to say good-bye, wait he was only 51 years old.  

I need to procrastinate just one more day, then I’ll get at it.  Live each day to the fullest, enjoy, and remember to let the ones you love know.    

Cindy  xoxo




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Rounding the end of the week and so far my adrenaline has been on a roller coaster ride, Friday has crept up on me so fast and I’d better start getting ready for our Mother’s Day Tea tomorrow.

But first relax, breath, deeper, ok repeat

A short drive to Charlottetown and I could be in my thinking spot on this bench.

Then I’ll return to work and make some meringues 

These had to be done with a hand mixer, because remember the son who broke my Kitchen Aid?

He called yesterday, he always checks in with his mom.  This time he called from under his motorcycle, on a side road somewhere in NewGlasgow, said he needed me to come, but didn’t’ know the gravel road he was on and that he was hurt bad.

Hang on I need some peace

Somehow flowers just aren’t working right now

Nor sitting by the pond

I called his sister as she was working in Hunter River and could get to him faster than I.  We drove out to NewGlasgow, straight to the farm and he wasn’t on any road, then turned around and found a car in front of me put their 4 ways on and that was an indication to me they were volunteer firefighter as I looked at the license plate.  I’d follow him down a gravel road  Bagnall Road and wonder why Matthew would be on his bike on this road.  

I must have been driving around looking for  awhile because the ambulance, firetrucks and volunteers were already there.  I had to park far away and walk to where I could see his body laying on the road but I wasn’t close enough to see his face, his expression, or hear his voice and know if he was alright.  Victoria came running towards me trying to stop me in my tracks, she had gotten to him….I panicked and kept walking as she said he is all right mom he is just banged up a lot.

Matthew couldn’t remember the name of the road so he called Paul, and Paul was on a tractor in the middle of the field and said he couldn’t get to him and called his dad Reggie who was holding Matthew’s head still when I got there.  Matthew was laying on the ground in shock trembling.  I stood back and let the attendants do what they needed to do. I checked him over with my eyes and convinced myself he was ok, all the time wondering why he didn’t have his bike pants on when he always got full dressed.

When I got into the ambulance and he saw me, he said nothing. I stood over him and asked him if he was scared and tears pressed from the corner of his eyes.  He said, “Mom, there won’t be a third time, I’m not getting back on that bike”.

Funny how a body at rest and relaxation can overturn and become anxious and annoyed

I saw a side of Guy I’d not every seen in the 20 years we have been together


Matthew will be ok,  I stood by while the doctor stitched him up. He will be awhile healing. When we got him into a wheelchair I reached down and picked up one of many pieces of gravel off the backer board and stuffed it into my pocket.  I have my son and a piece of Bagnall’s Road with me today.

Last night the sun set

A full night’s sleep and I’m still exhausted,

I’ll have to set that aside for now as I have guests for breakfast and coming for tea.

Being a mom is a tough job,







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