To Blog or Not to Blog - That is the Question
Life Changing:
My Aunt died on June 15th just ten days short of her 88th birthday.
Two other 30 years + close friends left me since the beginning of the year.
I have someone special in my life for the first time in 18 years!
I sold almost everything I owned and put the rest in storage and moved to Burnaby with Miss Lucy to begin a new life.
I helped my daughters move to a new place of their own to begin their own way in the world.
I studied and passed my Life license and began work as a broker for a large company in the Vancouver city core.
Two other 30 years + close friends left me since the beginning of the year.
I have someone special in my life for the first time in 18 years!
I sold almost everything I owned and put the rest in storage and moved to Burnaby with Miss Lucy to begin a new life.
I helped my daughters move to a new place of their own to begin their own way in the world.
I studied and passed my Life license and began work as a broker for a large company in the Vancouver city core.
Plain Fun!
I attended my first Pro Ball game in SeattleI went to my first Jewish wedding in Montreal in a large synagogue
I shopped till I dropped in Montreal!
Lucy has two people who adore her and dote on her every wish!
Most days I want to pinch myself to make sure that it is all real and I am still alive. So much has changed.
What hasn't changed is Miss Lucy -she is still the sweetest dog of all!
I have not forgotten all the friends on here that have been so good to me over the years. The most faithful of all is my friend Lorelei over on Blogsdon who still faithfully has my link up on her site that clocks down the months since I last posted.
I still take hundreds of photos when ever I can and will post some of them again in the next little while.
I have discovered that starting my own business (as I am and independent broker) is a lot of work, but a wonderful and exciting challenge especially when there is someone who is so supportive of what you are trying to accomplish.
So the question of if I should blog again or not is still up in the air... but check back now and then.
Oh... and Lorelei... I am sure you owe me an e-mail.
What hasn't changed is Miss Lucy -she is still the sweetest dog of all!
I have not forgotten all the friends on here that have been so good to me over the years. The most faithful of all is my friend Lorelei over on Blogsdon who still faithfully has my link up on her site that clocks down the months since I last posted.
I still take hundreds of photos when ever I can and will post some of them again in the next little while.
I have discovered that starting my own business (as I am and independent broker) is a lot of work, but a wonderful and exciting challenge especially when there is someone who is so supportive of what you are trying to accomplish.
So the question of if I should blog again or not is still up in the air... but check back now and then.
Oh... and Lorelei... I am sure you owe me an e-mail.
Breakfast at Deer Lake
I have not had much time to take photographs in the last few months, however I sometimes take Lucy to Deer Lake early on a Saturday morning and caught the Blue Heron with breakfast in his mouth.
My Pet Peeve!
I have been riding public transit alot lately and I like it. It saves me lots of time, I can read or write some notes while I am traveling and I can get off where I want and not worry about parking.
I usually arrive at transit loaded down. I have a large purse. People who know me will tell you that I always have a purse large enough to carry absolutely everything I need should there be an earth quake and I need to survive for a week or two away from home. I also have my writing materials, date book, study books and sometimes the newspaper. I know this is a lot of stuff, but I really hate to waste time and what if I had to wait a half hour or so what would I do with myself? I can assure you that if I do not have a bunch of things to occupy my time I will be finding things and that usually means the nearest food fair with dire consequences to my diet plan. Oh yeah I always have my food note book with me as well. If it is raining or looks like it might rain then I will also have an umbrella with me.
The transit station sells tickets on the main floor before you climb a flight or two or three depending on what station you are at to the deck where the train arrives. There is a very clever machine that gives you several options all laid out on a touch screen for easy picking. First you decide how many zones you are going and how many people you are paying for. Then you pick the ticket you want. Day pass or hourly. Then this little machine tells you how much money you owe and asks you how you want to pay. Cash or debit? I always pick cash as I do not trust these little machines too much. Why you may ask? Well I have seen these machines print out streams of tickets that people did not request and I always wonder how these people get their money back if they have paid by debit. Anyhow I digress.... Now after choosing cash you can pay with a dollar bill in this little slot that sucks in your five, ten or 20 dollar bill. As I always pay with cash and as I am always loaded down with stuff I always have the money in my hand. This way I do not have to put everything down and rummage around in my very large over stuffed (did I mention that I always over stuff my purse?) purse for my wallet so I can did through several compartments to find money. Everything seems to be going along well until that moment when I slip the dollar bill in the slot that sucks it up. I wait expectantly for the ticket to be printed only to have my bill spit back at me.... I patiently take the bill try to smooth out the wrinkles and turn it around and try again ....ttthhhhhttt! Out it comes again.
About this time I begin to hear what I am convinced is my train coming down the tracks above me so I quickly dump everything on the dirty (and I do mean dirty) cement floor and bend over with my butt in the air digging through my enormously stuffed purse to find change! Finding it I stuff everything back in and begin the process of selecting the ticket all over again as I have of course taken too long and that very smart machine has timed out. I quickly punch in my choices again and begin dropping coins into the slot this time. I watch the money meter count down my fare and at last I am down to the last coin. With a sigh of relief I drop in the last 10 cents only to hear the last coin clunk into the return tray! WHAT!!!!! The machine won't take my last dime??? I stalwartly grab the dime out of the return and determinedly drop it back in the slot. Must be a mistake. Surely it will take it this time. I wait...listening to the coin make its way back to the coin return. Once more I drop all my stuff and grab my wallet which fortunately is still on top of my purse frantically search for a dime or two nickels or anything that damn machine will take. I drop a dime into the slot and finally hear the sweet sound of my ticket being punched out. I grab it and run up the stairs to try and catch the train, which is always just closing its doors to pull away. Exhausted I stand and wait for the next train silently cursing that clever machine one floor below.
I usually arrive at transit loaded down. I have a large purse. People who know me will tell you that I always have a purse large enough to carry absolutely everything I need should there be an earth quake and I need to survive for a week or two away from home. I also have my writing materials, date book, study books and sometimes the newspaper. I know this is a lot of stuff, but I really hate to waste time and what if I had to wait a half hour or so what would I do with myself? I can assure you that if I do not have a bunch of things to occupy my time I will be finding things and that usually means the nearest food fair with dire consequences to my diet plan. Oh yeah I always have my food note book with me as well. If it is raining or looks like it might rain then I will also have an umbrella with me.
The transit station sells tickets on the main floor before you climb a flight or two or three depending on what station you are at to the deck where the train arrives. There is a very clever machine that gives you several options all laid out on a touch screen for easy picking. First you decide how many zones you are going and how many people you are paying for. Then you pick the ticket you want. Day pass or hourly. Then this little machine tells you how much money you owe and asks you how you want to pay. Cash or debit? I always pick cash as I do not trust these little machines too much. Why you may ask? Well I have seen these machines print out streams of tickets that people did not request and I always wonder how these people get their money back if they have paid by debit. Anyhow I digress.... Now after choosing cash you can pay with a dollar bill in this little slot that sucks in your five, ten or 20 dollar bill. As I always pay with cash and as I am always loaded down with stuff I always have the money in my hand. This way I do not have to put everything down and rummage around in my very large over stuffed (did I mention that I always over stuff my purse?) purse for my wallet so I can did through several compartments to find money. Everything seems to be going along well until that moment when I slip the dollar bill in the slot that sucks it up. I wait expectantly for the ticket to be printed only to have my bill spit back at me.... I patiently take the bill try to smooth out the wrinkles and turn it around and try again ....ttthhhhhttt! Out it comes again.
About this time I begin to hear what I am convinced is my train coming down the tracks above me so I quickly dump everything on the dirty (and I do mean dirty) cement floor and bend over with my butt in the air digging through my enormously stuffed purse to find change! Finding it I stuff everything back in and begin the process of selecting the ticket all over again as I have of course taken too long and that very smart machine has timed out. I quickly punch in my choices again and begin dropping coins into the slot this time. I watch the money meter count down my fare and at last I am down to the last coin. With a sigh of relief I drop in the last 10 cents only to hear the last coin clunk into the return tray! WHAT!!!!! The machine won't take my last dime??? I stalwartly grab the dime out of the return and determinedly drop it back in the slot. Must be a mistake. Surely it will take it this time. I wait...listening to the coin make its way back to the coin return. Once more I drop all my stuff and grab my wallet which fortunately is still on top of my purse frantically search for a dime or two nickels or anything that damn machine will take. I drop a dime into the slot and finally hear the sweet sound of my ticket being punched out. I grab it and run up the stairs to try and catch the train, which is always just closing its doors to pull away. Exhausted I stand and wait for the next train silently cursing that clever machine one floor below.
Happy Mother's Day
Today it was lovely to spend the day in the sunshine with Miss Lucy. We went on several walks and took in a protest march for domestic workers. Even though some of you will not consider that relaxing for me it was lovely. I have been so busy recently that I did not even have time to keep up with my e-mail or anything else.
In fact, two months has passed since I last had time to write anything on this blog. I cannot beleive how fast the time has gone by. I have studied and written two of the hardest exams I have ever done in my entire life allowing me to apply for my life insurance license. I agreed to contract with Canada Financial to hold my license and now am waiting for my criminal background check to come through. Next week I finally get to start learning about the real world of insurance instead of just the text book stuff.
I expect to be very busy again in the next few weeks, but I have really missed everyone and I hope to be able to get some time to blog again.
I hope my fellow sisters around the world had a great Mother's Day.
Mellow Yellow Monday???
Spring was in the air this week! Daylight savings kicked in on Sunday and the thought that we would finally have longer days and warmer weather tempered my angst over losing an hours sleep. I took this picture of the crocus raising their heads to the sun convinced that they must be right ....Spring was here!!Or at least just around the corner!
Or is it???? This is Monday morning from my front yard.....
What happened?
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