Tuesday, 19 September 2017

The Simple Woman's Daybook


FOR TODAY, September 19, 2017

Outside my window ...

What a difference a day makes. I just took this photo.  Its foggy, foggy, foggy and cold!

I am thinking ...
We went to Costco yesterday to get the tire sorted on our car and it ended up that we need all four new tires. They couldn't understand how we had passed an MOT with the tires we had.  They couldn't get the tires off however because it is a toyota and you need some special key to get wheel covers off.  So Todd drove to Toyota in Garden City to see if he could get the key to do that.  And they couldn't get them off either.  They need to be drilled out. So now today Todd is going to take them back to Toyota to have the coverd drilled out so they can get them off and then back to Costco to have them put on.  Toyota is charging us £60 to do that, and we have already paid for the tires/work at Costco. But any savings we had is now gone because we are paying it to Toyota.  I am thinking though if the guy who did our MOT missed the tires . . .  what else did he miss?  They say the life in most tires is 2 years and ours are 7 years old. It is a wonder we haven't had a huge problem with them or an accident. I will be on tenderhooks until they are changed.

In the kitchen ...

Easy Oven Stew.  So simple.  Just bang everything into a casserole dish and bake. Long and slow. No faffing about at all, and it's delicious! 

On my "To Cook" list ...

From Simply Delicious, a gorgeously tasty looking Cranberry and Brie Puff Pastry Wreath. The holidays are coming!  

Good to know ...

Best tips for a job interview.

I am creating ...

Easy Heirloom Blanket, a free pattern from Mama in a Stitch. Love this. 

 From Ravelry.  Crochet Chicken Towel Topper.  Cute! 

Crochet Flower hot pad.  I have made these before.  They are easy to make and work really well at protecting your surfaces from the bottoms of hot things. Ruby Red Eclectic. A free pattern.  

From Craft Passion.  A free pattern and tutorial for a Sock Kangaroo. Cute!

Purl Soho.  Button Lunchbags. Free pattern and tutorial.  

I am reading ...

AMERICAN WIFE, by Curtis Sittenfeld 

A kind, bookish only child born in the 1940s, Alice Lindgren has no idea that she will one day end up in the White House, married to the president. In her small Wisconsin hometown, she learns the virtues of politeness, but a tragic accident when she is seventeen shatters her identity and changes the trajectory of her life. More than a decade later, when the charismatic son of a powerful Republican family sweeps her off her feet, she is surprised to find herself admitted into a world of privilege. When her husband unexpectedly becomes governor and then president, she discovers she is married to a man she both loves and fundamentally disagrees with--and that her private beliefs increasingly run against her public persona. As her husband’s presidency enters its second term, Alice must confront contradictions years in the making and face questions nearly impossible to answer.

This is the second time I have read this. I enjoyed it so much the first time, I am reading it again. Very well written and engaging.

I am looking forward to ...
We thought we might try to go to the Temple this week one day, so I am looking forward to that.

Dreaming about ...

Snuggling down into a warm blanket . . . 


Cosy socks  . . . 

Cosy sweaters  . . . 


Hot cocoa and marshmallows  . . . 

Fairy lights in jars  . . . 

Something to watch  . . . 

When Harry Met Sally.  Can men and women really just be friends? New York City.  Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal. I love it.

A quote for the day  . . . 
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The hush comes with the deepening of Autumn;
but it comes gradually. Our ears are attuned to it,
day by quieter day. But even now,
if one awakens in the deep darkness of the small hours,
one can hear it, a foretaste of Winter silence. 
~Hal Borland ღϠ₡ღ¸. ✻´´¯`✻.¸¸.Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ.
Makes me smile . . . 


Corners of my kingdom . . . 

Ilkley Moor, North York Moors, the largest continuous expanse of heather moorland in England.

 And that's my daybook for this week!

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⋯ ◯ ⋯ Take time to enjoy the small *´¯`.¸¸.☆
  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆

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Wherever you go and whatever you do, I hope there's a great day ahead of you! Don't forget!

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And I do too!! 

Monday, 18 September 2017

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard

A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.

Yesterday we took the day off.  We did not go anywhere, not even church.  We all need a day off every now and then. We sat around our cosy little home doing nothing, but watch old conference talks and talking about how we felt about what we had been listening too.  Re-assessing our life. Preparing ourselves for the upcoming bi-annual world-wide church conference at the end of the month . . . just relaxing without the rush and bustle of having to get showered and dressed and out the door, etc. I made Todd pancakes for breakfast and we just relaxed all the day through. It was nice.

After watching some conference talks we watched some films.  To Kill a Mocking Bird and Close Encounters of a Third Kind.  We ate popcorn.  I heated up leftover stew from the other night.  We ate that in bowls with bread and butter and pickled beets that Tina and Tony had gifted us with the other day.  It was great!  We had not watched either one of those films in a long while.  You can't beat the classics. In between the films I called my mother and we had our Sunday afternoon conversation.  It is pretty much the same every week with little variations here and there. I love my talks with my mother. They bless my heart. 

My mother used to write me once a week every week, and then it got down to once every couple of weeks, and then once a month, and now not at all . . . I saved all of her letters and I have them in a box upstairs.  Every once in a while I dig one out and read it. I think they are just wonderful.  Every time I read one it is just like I am getting a hug from my mother.  I am so happy that I saved them through all these years.  I saved all the cards she sent me as well.  This year was the first year in my whole life that I did not get a Birthday Card from her.  I knew that day would come eventually.  I did get to speak to her on my Birthday however, which was a blessing, even if she didn't remember on the day that it was my Birthday.  I knew that if she was her normal old self she would have done, and I know that she loves me.  I have saved up all the years of her doing those things in my heart, soul and mind so that when this day did come, I would still have them with me, no matter what. One day I will not even be able to talk with her, and so I cherish and hang onto every chance I get to do just that . . .  talk with her.

Cloud watching . . .  I love to watch the clouds that float across the sky at the back of our house. We have a really long garden and so the sky isn't totally obliterated by somebody else's house.  I get to see the sky in all its glory.  Sometimes I like to take photos of the clouds.  I find clouds fascinating. 

In science in Grade Six we learned all about the different clouds and their names  . . . Cumulus, Nimbus, Cumulus Nimbus, etc. I could not tell you what is what now, but I do love to watch clouds and take photos of them from time to time. 

Just now I looked out the back window as I sat here typing and noticed a rainbow, reaching down its finger from the clouds in the sky. I had to take a photo of it. Its not really that noticeable from my photo, but if you look just to the right of the palm tree, you will see it reaching up in a slight arch above the rooftop behind.  The colours did not show up properly in the photo, but trust me when I tell you they were there.  All the colours of the rainbow.  Rainbows at seven in the morning.  I feel like it was put there just for me. I wonder how many people noticed it?  Probably not many. Most would be too busy at this time of the morning getting ready for their day.  Blessed I am not too busy to notice things like this.

I took this photo of the clouds behind our house the other day.  They were beautiful I thought.  Totally contrasting each other.  The top layer dark and solid and forboding, and yet in the background some fluff, just floating beneath the darkness  . . . 

And here was that same sky just a few minutes ago.  The rooftops were glowing . . . its already changed and gone quite dull, but for just a moment I saw the glow  . . .  the gold of the changing leaves on the trees that grow along Blacon Point Road across from the school . . . the birds that sit on the television antennae every morning of every day.  At least when its not raining.  They are like dark sentinels, standing guard . . . . 

Jackdaws and crows . . .  sitting there every morning.  I love how the moss grows along the tops of the rooves and down the clay tiles, don't you?  So much colour  . . . 

This truly is the season of gold!

A thought to carry with you  . . . . 

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 *.˛.° Whatever it is that stirs your soul,
listen to that.
Everything else is just noise.
~Nicole Lyons  •。★★ 。* 。

Spiritual Enlightenment  


In the  kitchen today  . . .  Roasted Root Vegetable Soup.  Quite simply delicious!

Hope the week ahead of you is filled with a multitude of small and wonderful things.  Along the way don't forget . . . 

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And I do too! 



Sunday, 17 September 2017

Sunday morning this and that . . .

Oh . . .  I was having such a wonderful dream before I woke up this morning, I didn't want to wake up and have it disappear. In the dream I was at my daughter Amanda's house and I guess I must have been living there and I was playing with Maryn and Cameron and taking care of them, tidying up, etc.  It was ever such a nice feeling type of dream.  They had the most beautiful home and Maryn and Cam were enjoying being with me as much as I was enjoying being with them ever so much.  When I was home for my mum's cancer operation four 1/2 years ago, I got to spend the whole of my last day with Maryn and I loved it.  I know, I probably should have spent part of that time with our Amanda, but I knew it would probably be a very long time before I saw Maryn again, if ever, and I wanted to create some sort of bond with her, create a memory if I could, that might stay with her.

Funny how having a really pleasant dream just before waking up can colour your whole day, much like having an unpleasant dream can do.  I always dream very vivedly and in colour. Todd says he never dreams, or if he does, he doesn't remember them. I am sure he dreams.  Everyone does.

The Relief Society Pamper Day was really good yesterday.  We were welcomed with hot chocolate and cookies and then there were workshops we could sign up to.  Tai Chi, Yoga and Meditation, Hand Massage, Art . . . You could sign up for one in the morning and one in the afternoon.  Plus there was a sandwich bar for lunch in between with sweets.  My lift had to leave early because her husband had to go to work, so we just signed up for a morning class and lunch.  I ended up not going to the morning class because my friend Carolyn was there.  She and her husband are doing a Mission at another Church area until December and we so seldom get to see each other now, that we ended up spending the whole of the morning session pampering ourselves with a good catch up and chin wag!  It was great!  Loved every minute of it!  Time spent with a good friend is never wasted.

We watched the cutest film last evening, My Favourite Wife with Irene Dunne and Cary Grant.  It was an old black and white from 1940 and RKO pictures.  At first I think Todd thought to himself . . .  oh no  . . .  corny, but he soon got into it and we both enjoyed it very much.  Todd was only a toddler when it was made and I wasn't even a twinkle in my daddy's eye, but it was great.  No sex, or violence or swearing.  Just good fun. I loved the old hairstyles and fashions, and the scenery with the 1940's house decor, etc. It was really good.   A man's wife has been lost and presumed dead when her ships goes down and so after seven years he has her declared legally dead and remarries, but guess who shows up right on the day he gets married!  You guessed it, his long lost wife. What a conundrum!

They sure don't make them like that anymore.

Oh, and we discovered that Outlander Season 3 has started on Amazon Prime!
We watched the first one.  There was no nudity, sex or much swearing in
that either, but give it time, it was only the first episode.

Do you ever find yourself doing this?  While we were watching the movie I found myself thinking that most of the people in this movie are dead now, with perhaps the exception of the childen and they would have to be very old, in their late eighties perhaps.  How wonderful to have a person captured in their prime on film for their ancestors to be able to watch and see how they looked, talked, hear their voices, etc. Somewhere there is a video of my first wedding.  My ex had it.  I would love to see it now. Not to see him in it, but to see myself walking down the aisle, what I looked like and sounded like, my sister, my brother, my mom and dad, both in their 40's.  They are in their 80's now and here I am, a woman of 62.  

At the age of 57 my brother David has taken up Gliding.   He's done his first solo now. I think he is ever so brave to do such a thing!  I cannot imagine being that brave myself.  To be up there in the air with only your wits and knowledge being the things that are keeping you up there, I mean . . .  just WOW!   I suppose we are all brave, to a degree  . . .  but in different ways.  Someone said to me the other day about how brave it was of me to move all the way over here to the UK on my own, or even just to fly over here to meet Todd for the first time on my own, and I guess . . .  thinking back . . .  that took a certain kind of courage. But I am ever so glad that I was brave enough to to it. Anyways, Kudos to David for taking up a new hobby at such a late age in life and for having the courage to see it through! 

These little matchbox dolls came up on my FB feed this morning.  Its been such a long time since I made them. FIVE years.  Time flies when you are having fun.  I haven't made one of those in a long time.  Must get my craft room sorted and soon.  My fingers are itching to create.  I did do a bit on it the other day, but there is more to be done.

Isn't there always!  

These WowWee finger  monkeys are tipped to be the present most in demand by kids this Christmas.  I think they are so cute!  Apparently they react to sound motion and touch.  They will kiss you and all sorts.  I wish my grandchildren lived close.  You aren't allowed to send toys in the post to Canada now for some odd reason, or games.  At least that is what Todd was told the last time I tried to send toys over.  I had bought a game for one of the grandsons for his birthday, and was told it was a no go. These little finger monkey's are so cute though.  You can see a video about them here

 I better dash now.  I promised Todd pancakes for breakfast today and I must get making them!  Not alot else to say anyways, so that's it for today!

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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Don't feel stupid if you don't like
what everyone else pretends to love.
~Emma Watson  •。★★ 。* 。 


In the kitchen today  . . .  Chocolate Meringue Cake.  Decadent and gluten free.

Have a beautiful day.  Along the way, don't forget!

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and I do too!


Saturday, 16 September 2017

The Scenic Route . . .

I started babysitting outside the home when I was 12 and had taken the Babysitter's course.  I was a babysitter at home for my mom and dad for free, so why not do it for others and get paid.  Of course, if my mom and dad were also going out, they took priority, which was as it should be.  I did babysitting for quite a number of years. I remember the worst baby sitting job I took. It was for a couple who ended up staying out ALL night and they didn't have a television. Talk about boring! That seemed like the longest night of my life and they only paid me 25cents an hour, which was the going rate for back them, but all night?  I should have had a bonus! My mother was beside herself.  She never went to bed until I got home. I babysat for lots of people however, and most of them were very nice and very fair.  I could get my homework done and be paid at the same time.  More often than not the kiddles would already be in bed, so it was easy money, plus once my homework was done I had control of the television, something which I didn't have at home, and they provided snacks!  Usually soda pop and potato chips, something which was a real rarity at home.  I hated it when they said help yourself, because I was afraid to take anything really.  I was happiest when they just left something for me.

When I turned 16 I was keen to get a real job and so I applied for and got a job at our local Metropolitan store. It was as a floor walker and so my job was to straighten shelves and put out products, watch for shop lifters, etc. I was lousy at it really.  I was incredibly shy and I didn't like talking to people.I seriously hated it, so it was somewhat of a relief when I got canned.   

I really wanted extra money though, for clothes and things and so I found another job, this time working in a Jewelry Store at the local Mall.  DLR Jewelers.  I worked there on Friday nights and Saturdays. My job was to dust all the shelves and figurines that they sold, and handle the customers when the boss wasn't there. They had a lot of really expensive stuff in the shop so I can remember being afraid I would break something.  


 The cash register was a very old one where you had to push all the keys for the price down at once. It was kind of scary, but not as scary as my boss.  He used to fancy himself as being an artist and was always saying he wanted to paint me, and kind of leer at me when he said it.  On Friday nights he would turn off all the lights and chase me out of the store trying to grab me when it was time to go. I was petrified of him.  That would be against the law now!

When I finished high school I went to the local community college and got a Secretarial diploma.  I really wanted to be an artist, but my mother said artists were always starving and it wasn't a real job, so Secretary it was. The idea of my sister or I ever going to University never really occured to us.  We were really only supposed to get a job that would keep us until we got married and started having a family.  I think it was like that for lots of women back in the late 60's early 70's. You could be a teacher or a nurse or a secretary.  That was about it.

I did really well on my course and graduated with distinction.  I could type 80 wpm and take shorthand at 120 wpm.  I ended up getting a job at Atlantic Speedy Propane in Kentville, Nova Scotia as their Posting Clerk. My job was to post accounts, do the banking, send out bills, take payment, etc. I was still very shy however.  I was boarding with what seemed like a little old lady, but who was probably not much older than I am now, in a big old Victorian House across town.  The idea of doing anything on my own at night just never occured to me.  I got up, went to work, carried a packed lunch, came home, had supper, had a bath, washed my hair and went to bed.  That was it. I did gad about a bit on my lunch hours, window shopping and such and every pay day I would treat myself to lunch out at the Met store.  Fish and chips. 

So predictable.


I got married after that however and I started working at Acadia University, first in the Admissions Office and then in the Purchasing Department. I got pregnant however and was fired for being pregnant. My boss said he didn't want a pregnant woman working for him.  Again, you would not get away with that now. I couldn't get another job after that because I was pregnant and nobody wanted to hire anyone who was pregnant, which was kind of understandable.  The marriage didn't last though and I ended up back at home, baby in tow at my parents.  I did take whatever work I could get then, but it all had to work around my parents needs/wishes and I had to be able to pay for childcare and lets face it . . .  waitressing and store clerking did not really pay for child care.  In between those times I also worked as the Pastry Chef at the Old Orchard Inn, which was a great job.  I loved that job.  I got to make all the desserts and appetisers. I loved working in the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. It was great! 

I ended up getting married again and moving out West. My second husband didn't really want his wife working outside the home and that suited me fine because all I had ever really wanted to be was a wife and a mother, plus he was in the Military and unless you were in the Military yourself, back then, as a Military wife you couldn't really have a career. I spent the next 22 years basically having and raising a family and taking care of my home, with a husband who was largely away from home most of the time.  I did used to do things that brought some income in . . .  child care, typing for people, cleaning . . .  I used to clean houses for military personel who were posted and wanted to leave with their furniture.  I would clean their homes ready for inspection by the housing officer. It was hard work, but I could work it around my own responsabilities at home. I also used to work for a cleaning company at night. We cleaned the offices on the base and the local school.  I hated cleaning the school. It was a horrible job.  You never knew what you were going to find.  

After having our fifth child my ex husband decided that I needed to go out to work though.  I got a job as a shift supervisor at one of the Base shops where we were living in Borden, Ontario. It was okay.  Hard work, but I did enjoy it. I was in charge of a shift and making sure everything ran smoothly, running the tils, cashing up all the cash registers at the end of my shift, etc. It was a busy job but by then I was not quite as shy as I had been in the past and I realised I actually liked people a lot.  I enjoyed that aspect of the job.  The my ex got the bright idea of us purchasing a coffee shop in the Military Police School that he was an instructor at.  I started running the coffee shop.  That was such a demanding job.  Not that it was hard, but the hours were very long.  

I had an infant, and four other children, one who was going through his teenage hormone phase. I was having to get up and be out buying newspapers and donuts by 6 am so that I could have everything in place and opened up for 6:30. I did get home by 4 in the afternoon, but in the evenings, I had to make all the sandwiches for the next day, bake the muffins and cakes, do my bookwork, take care of my children, cook their supper, get them into bed, do laundry, etc.  The job at the coffee shop was a full time job, five days a week. I was exhausted.  Physically and mentally.  

It was a relief a year or so later when the new Commandant of the school decided that she did not like the idea of having a coffee shop where the students could mingle with the staff and shut the coffee shop down.  We lost our shirt, but I was secretly pleased . . .  I was tired.  Really tired and I wanted to take care of my little boy and my other children, of my home . . .  and that's what I did for the whole rest of the time I was married.  Stayed home taking care of my children and the house, etc.  Oh, I always did child minding, which I did not mind.  It allowed me to be at home with my own family. 


It wasn't until I got separated and divorced many years later that I started working outside the home again.  I had two jobs at first, one as a respite care giver to a lad with muscular dystropy and then as a nanny/housekeeper for a single dad.  I was able to work both of those jobs around each other and together they made a whole job and I had a pretty decent wage coming in between the two.  Then the lad I was caring for sadly passed away, and the single dad got married.  I got a job in Tim Hortons, which I liked.  Making coffee, serving customers.  My boss was a nasty piece of work however.  He was a tyrant, and one day he was throwing a fit because he had not booked enough people in to work and was short staffed and he threw cups at me.  I quit.  I gave my two weeks notice and quit.  My working for minimum wage didn't give him the right to throw cups at me and swear at me because he had not done his own job properly.  

I realised that through the years I had developed something
called courage in the face of fire.

I had already met Todd at that point and then I came over here and we met in person, decided to get  married and I moved over here to the UK for good. I worked first as a Care Assistant in an old people's home.  I was demoted for caring too much to a cleaner and kitchen assistant.  I hated both those jobs, but I did them because I needed to work.  I hated working in the Care Home.  They treated the residents appallingly.  I would come home every night and cry.  At the same time I  went back to school and was taking a Chef's course several days a week.  I also did Medical Secretary course at night.  I jacked in the job at the care home as soon as I could.  We, both Todd and myself, got jobs working the same shift at a Petrol station. I worked around my classes and we worked together at the Petrol station.  The idea was that when I was done my courses whichever job came up first, that is the job I would take. I volunteered one day a week and was working in the offices of the Mental Health Department at the Countess hospital, but then I got the job working at the Manor down South and we moved down there and the rest is history as you know it.

There were many aspects of that job that I really enjoyed.  I worked in a beautiful environment, and lived in a beautiful cottage.  I had the best equipment etc. to work with, the finest ingredients.  I got to stretch, and explore and develop my culinary skills to the umpteenth degree. I loved that part of the job.  My boss was a bit of a nutter . . .  but you can't have everything.  It was really hard when my boss and her husband got separated, and I was made redundant.  Not only did we lose our main income, but we also lost our home, and then our Jess died.  Everything seemed to happen at once.

Things always have a way of working out for the best, however and in all truth, I had not been really happy working at the Manor for  the last couple of years that I was there.  My boss had become very difficult and almost manic to work for.  I was coming home and sitting in the garden crying some nights because she had been so difficult and I did not want to go in and upset Todd about it. Moving back to Chester was really the best thing for us. 

Within six months my arthritis had gotten so bad I would not have been 
able to keep up that job anyways.  God knew that
and He also knew I would never have
quit that job no matter 

As always, He was taking care of me in the best possible way.
Everything works for the good.

Even the bad.


Since then I've been able to explore my abilities as an Artist and to write . . .  and I am living what I think is the most beautiful life. My arthritis makes it almost impossible for me to work these days at anything other than being at home.  We were able to serve a mission and I was able to write my book (hopefully published soon) and those are things I would never have been able to do otherwise. God is indeed very good.

When I look back at my job life, I have to say honestly
My favourite job I ever had was being a wife, mother and homemaker.
And there you have it. My full CV.  I took you on the scenic route.

I am off to the church today.  They are having a ladies pamper day. There is a part of me, that is saying I don't want to go  . . .  but really, I need to go and do things on my own sometimes. I can't always be with Todd and I will probably enjoy it once I am there.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.˛.° When you look at life through eyes of gratitude,
the world becomes a magical and amazing place.
~Jennifer Gayle  •。★★ 。* 。 


In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Spotted Dick with custard.  This is one of Todd's favourite desserts!  A very traditional pudding!
Have a great Saturday!  Don't forget!

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And I do too!