Saturday, 15 August 2020
Wednesday, 12 August 2020
What am I?
"What am I?" I asked my three year old Grandson as he sat and traced my Adventure Time t-shirt with his finger.
"You are Dandy" he said with a huge smile, like I'm insane for asking.
"But I'm your Grandma too." I said to a smiley but confused looking kid.
As a child my "Granny" seemed more Grandmotherly to me. She had long gray hair, always pulled tight in a bun and wore dresses. She had a small jar of crayons for the multitude of Grandchildren (somewhere around 80) to use when we visited. (Not all at once of course). She made the most amazing twisters (like a donut) that I longed for. She spoke of Jesus often and with such passion.
My other Grandmother, a French Canadian, went by that name. At age 90, she and her second husband walked into the house decked out in leather from head to foot. They had gotten there in a red Volkswagon Beetle that she described as "A sweet little ride." I associate her with boxed chicken soup and when Grandpa was alive, blood pudding and head cheese. (He was Scottish). Grandpa would take me for walks and buy me vanilla ice cream that came in a plastic baseball that I'd eat with a tiny wooden spoon.
Whatever kind of Grandparents we are as long as we show kindness and love and take their side against Mom and Dad on occasion, fond memories will ensue.
Monday, 10 August 2020
Snippets:
So a guy is starving after having a scone, drink, and a scoop of chocolate-orange ice cream at the local Coffee Shop/Ice cream shop. What's a guy to do when he is obviously so under fed. Well, you go scavenging for apples along the bike path. He would have chowed down right there if we hadn't promised him a nice juicy apple pie made with his hastily gathered apples. I believe he was afraid someone else would come along and find his secret treasure source before he had gathered them up entirely. I talked him into an apple crisp instead and he thought that would be fine. Now I will bake it as Grandma's do and perhaps the Good Lord will forgive my little white lie. I have no intention of using those worm infested treasures but have bought some from the store to use instead. If he should find them buried in the garden, which is a favourite digging spot for little people, I will just explain that they were too special to cook and needed to be grown instead.
Friday, 7 August 2020
I'm baaaaack! Like a bad penny. Well, not a Canadian one. We don't do pennies any more. Finally figured out how to get back into this blog after long lost passwords and changed email addresses and multiple phone number changes. I found the one string that was able to unravel the mystery. Now to communicate pandemic style. No personal contact. No touching. No close talking. Welcome to my dream world. I LOVE 2020!
Thursday, 11 October 2018
Saturday, 16 July 2016
Wednesday, 13 July 2016
Friday, 20 May 2016
Saturday, 14 May 2016
Friday, 13 May 2016
Tuesday, 19 April 2016
Thursday, 18 February 2016
Friday, 12 February 2016
Thursday, 11 February 2016
Monday, 31 August 2015
Wednesday, 27 May 2015
Other People Exist
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
Sunday, 17 May 2015
Thursday, 14 May 2015
Monday, 11 May 2015
Friday, 8 May 2015
Monday, 13 April 2015
Suck it up buttercup
me: " I opened the window to air it out. What's it smell like?"
her: "Outside. It stinks. I hate that smell."
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Monday, 23 March 2015
Monday, 16 March 2015
Friday, 27 February 2015
Thursday, 26 February 2015
I forget why Perp Choc stopped posting here, but I don't think the internet ever had a better artwork-in-progress blog, whereas it has more than enough snarkily-captioned-humorous-pictures blogs like mine (to which I still occasionally post, even though my top commenter is myself using a different name).
Did Perp Choc quit drawing and painting, or did she just quit posting her work here for us to see? Only she (and anyone else who knows the answer) can say for sure. At least we still have the frog banner to admire. That is all.
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
Friday, 26 April 2013
Making Lemonade
Friday, 30 November 2012
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
"It's all there in black and white"
Mr. P.: "Why is there a red sticker on your tag?"
Me: "That means it sold."
Mr. P: ".....no, really. Why is there a red sticker on your tag?"
Me: "Because it sold."
Mr. P. "Are any of your relatives here?"
Me: "It wouldn't surprise me, but that would just be depressing."
I can save face and say that it did get snapped up right away by someone that was not a relative and that I didn't know, who "never buys art" but just loved the work.