Joural more often

And I am feeling a great need to do some spring cleaning, and scratch some of these goals off my list. ( Some perhaps if only temporarily, enabling me to lighten my mind, and encourage the unfamiliar feel of something new to slip into it’s place.) So stand back while the dust bunnies fly, ( lest I get a speck in your eye), as the cleaning shall commence at once!

“The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.”.....it could not be more true.

I just received a phone call out of the blue that a family member has passed away.
Heart attack they reckon, not even enough time for loved ones to make it for their goodbyes, when minutes was literally all he was given.
I am stunned, shocked, and I feel a deep sense of sadness hanging heavy in my heart right now….. I also feel extremely selfish.
I spent another day wasted, not living it as though it were my last.
And clearly, as this phone call has proven, one just never knows when that day will be.

Shame on me for not remembering that .

I just got a phone call, and I am now on my way at the crack of dawn to catch a flight into the BC wilderness to go visit some {{{Grizzly Bears}}} for the weekend!!!
Holy cats!! I have never seen one of them puppies before! Let alone up close!!
(And I don’t even have a working camera right now!! Arhghgh!!)
Wish me luck!!
_{...now where did I put that journal anyway?....}

Nearly all traces of summers bliss has been washed away by the torrential down pour we have been experiencing here as of late…. Seems nothing is safe from it, it rolls in and threatens to seep into every pore of your being, to drown your heart , and all of your feelings of optimism and spontaneity for the great outdoors …..And while it’s dark and foreboding clouds hang heavy above me, I have to keep reminding myself, that under all those damp and moulding leaves and mildew, there are often treasures to be found…like the lovely little lizards that seem to suit this weather so much more than me, with their beautiful orange bellies , and noses so cute I could simply kiss them, and pop them into my breast pocket for the day, in hopes this might bring me some of their luck ( though I dare say , they very well may protest if ever I was so silly to do such a thing as this ), And with the forever rising waters of my pond, come the ducks back to roost once again,( every year, for what must be nearly twelve years now), along with them , come three of their nearly grown babies,( and often a friend or two as well ) ..... My once parched lawns, are a brilliant emerald green , with dots of yellow, and orange leaves to decorate it around the edges, and though the first frost we had last week destroyed some of my weaker flowery freinds, others prevailed, and amongst the ruins can still be found Mums, Alisum, Sweet Peas, Fever-few, Mallows, Petunias, Poppies, and Roses blooming…..I find natures grace truly inspiring, and at times , difficult to grasp how it is able to continue to beat the odds, where so many others fail…... The dampness makes me want to lock myself up inside, with a roaring fire, feather pillows, and quilted throws tossed over the backs of every chair , while pots of hearty soups bubble on the stove, and muffins browning in the oven….Though I should really break free of my cocoon more often, perhaps get myself a bright sunshine colored pair of Wellies, with smiley faces painted on them, and a matching hat, and wade myself out into the flood waters of today, where all those little wonders hide , like the Silly Salamanders, and charming Chanterelle Mushrooms…breath deep the cool air, let go of worries and regrets, allow the water to wash them away, welcome the season of change, be a part of the moment, rather than always missing it,.... and though yellow has never really been my color, I am going to try and love these new garments of protection , play and jump in a few puddles, soak my soul, but not be sorrowful, cleanse my spirit with the rain waters, , and laugh about it all later, while warming by the fire.

Am I the only one that never seems to get to the end of my chore list? Or are there others somewhere out there floating about , with half done lists, much like myself? Or is this some kind of “Cruel Cosmic Karma” in a game some sort of higher beings are playing with me?.....One day , that’s all I ask , just one lousy day, when everything is just as it should be….except I know that one day would leave me wanting two, then three, and so on, and I would still not be satisfied till I had it everyday!!grrrrr…Cleaned out the experiments in the fridge today…or should I say , “I held the door open” while they walked out on there own will, (as they just couldn’t stand the disarray, and lack of anything interesting to eat in there … note to self.. go grocery shopping!!! ).....have go to get at those dust bunnies I know are lurking in dark corners, waiting patiently to hop out when I am least expecting it …I hear them at night under my bed, mocking me , scratching at the posts while I huddle under the covers in fear,... I catch them out of the corner of my eye now and again, darting across the floors , moving ever closer. I sleep with a flash light and portable hair dryer just in case they get too close, I can really give them a “Hare Do” they will never forget the little bastards!.......and did I mention how they happen to breed like,.. well like rabbits they do! I loath them I truly do…I sit in the dark hours of the night , and think of nothing more than all the different ways of torturing them so as they will never come back !.......A side from “Dust Bunny Busting” , I have been trying to get this rust bucket of a “Camper Van ” I have recently bought ,ready to take on it’s maiden voyage. Let me tell you , you have never seen anything so ugly as this thing is….a bit of a cross between the “Munsters” family mobile, the Scooby Doo “Mystery Machine”, with a whole lot of rust thrown in just for good measure….I only hope the floor boards don’t give out , and I end up in the middle of the highway belted into my seat , dazzed look on my face, while my van continues on my journey with out me….First on my list has been to get rid of the Wasp nest that has taken up residence in the opening for my power cord, which is a bit of a feat itself, since I am deathly allergic to them , only takes one sting… let alone a zillion!!. Because of the location it was in , spraying them seemed to be out of the question, so I came up with the first of my brilliant ideas to cook them out of there hiding spot. I hooked up a heater from the inside of the van, and placed it in front of where I thought they had been sneaking in on occasion, and turned it up full blast. I came back several hours later , and had a careful peak in the opening, only to find them lounging about and chatting about what “Great weather we have been getting” ,and that it reminded them of there stay in Florida last year, and then a couple of them had the Gaul to snap their fingers at me , and ask me to bring them a couple more “Margaritas’,and a Pina Colada”!!! Can you believe it?!! So I shifted into plan “B”, which included making of a very technical trap out of a old coke bottle, and batting it with fresh Salmon ….again my plan was foiled, they never even went near the thing even though I placed it right above their entrance! Instead they sat remaking on the poor quality of the food , and how it was nothing like the caviar they were served while visiting the “Hilton”.... Indeed I assure you this is no Hilton , that I do know for sure. after several swarmming’s from these restless natives , ( to which the dogs bore the brunt), I decided it was finally time to break down, and call for the chemical back up I had been holding off on….problem was , they had made their nest far down a hole , and direct spraying was out of the question. I waited till dark , in hopes I could sneak up on them whilst asleep….dragged out the compressor , ( to which I am sure my neighbour appreciation at this hour), and called for back up help. Before I knew it , I was some how placed , (though to this day I am not sure how this occurred), with my hands over the nest, with only a thin sheet of mesh, and a set of leather gloves between me , and death…..( Who voted on putting the girl most allergic to these guy as the one to put her hand over the nest anyway?!!) ... while my helper , if one could call them that …simultaneously sprayed they opening with shots of air mixed with chemical Bee Killer…..seems we didn’t wait as long as we should have for them to all go to bed, as once we got spraying , several wanders came home from where I can only imagine was the pub the way they were swaying about our heads….but as luck had it, we only had one direct hit , and lucky for me, it was aimed at my head gun man, and not me!!! Talk about stirring up a Hornets nest, the sound they made was enough to made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. But after 24hours, the noise has ceased to exist, so we have been either very successful, or they are lying in wait until I go to pull the mesh off and will swarm me then…..perhaps I will leave the mesh on a bit longer….but if I don’t get the nest out, it may start a fire when I try to use my converter, and will find myself rolling down the highway , “Flaming on Fire”, bolts and chunks of rust falling off everywhere , a trail of shrapnel telling where I have come from , and the look of fear in my eyes showing exactly where I am headed!!!.....perhaps I should get out my good old tent that has served me well in the past…..

since the loss of a very dear friend, and four other members of his family as well… He lost his life in a tragic accident , while trying to save the life of a young child , when he had already gotten out, but went back in to help the others. That’s how he was, always willing to lend a hand to those in need . I feel a deep sadness in my heart knowing I will never hear his laughter again , and funny stories he told , and his children will no longer feel his arms about them any longer . But I want to celebrate the life he had , the happiness he gave to others ,and not be stuck on the tragic way they all died…. Hard not to mourn ,to let the tears fall , and feel the sadness seep in . I know he would not want that, so I try,... but find it hard today ,...I still somehow expect him to walk up like he often did while I am in the garden , and ask me if he can run his laundry through the machine , as he is again having problems with his water running low , and then proceed to tell me some outrageous story that will get me laughing till my stomach hurts….life can play some cruel tricks at times …giving a precious gift, then taking it back once again….

“There are stars who’s light only reaches the earth long after they have fallen appart. There are people who’s remembrance gives light in this world, long after they have passed away. This light shines in our darkest nights on the road we must follow.”

Note to self…Do “NOT” play on the Computer ,”UNTIL” I get my chores “All” done!!!.....Which means I will probably never see any of you 43ers again !!! :( sniff …..

... I feel like the “Wicked Witch of the West” right now,.... cause OMG it’s HOT in here!!!! Man alive… where is that little #$#$ “Glinda” the so called “GOOD” Witch when ya need her and her precious little “Magic Wand” uh???....probably off having “Shooter’s” in some Bar with air conditioning , with a bunch of her “Little” Freinds , just off the Yellow Brick Road some place…mean while I am stuck here with a forehead so “Freakin” hot you could Fry an Egg on it !!! Arhghghg… and ironically this is the day I finally get my hot water tank replaced….and I no longer dream of hot showers now ,... cool will do me just fine Thank You very much!.... How do people deal with heat like this in other countries where they get it every day? Do they know something I don’t know?! Man….I can not take this heat any more… I am going to go find that ###! Bloody Glinda and drag her out by her “Poofy Pink ” dress, and make her fix this mess Right Now!!... or I’ll have to resort to calling up a few of my little “Monkey Friends” of mine to help me wipe that sweet little smile off her face!!!.....Wow…. I never realized the heat could make me so violent….I always loved Glinda….don’t know what’s happening to me….”There’s No place like Home, There’s no Place Like Home , There’s No Pla…

Since I haven’t been doing very good on my “Paper Journal” these days I thought I would write in here randomly when it took my fancy instead…. Felt a bit like someone from back in the “Old Days” today…spent my hours hovering over racks in the “Smoker” out in the yard , while I worked on multiple batches of Beef Jerky, and various kinds of smoked nuts…And for some odd reason , I choose to wait to tackle this project till there was a heat wave moving our way… so now not only do I have a nasty sun burn,... but I smell like the ” Jerky Isle ” at the Meat Market…. weird thing is,.. I think I like it…(the smokey aroma that is)...and while the Smoker was “Smoking” as it should , I had numerous pots of water heating on every element I could get my hands on , in order for me to do my dishes, cleaning up, and bathing in , ( As my lovely hot water tank blew up on me a week ago, and I have yet to get it fixed…or the mess it has made of my storage area..), it’s no wonder people in the old days didn’t bath much, it takes to Bloody long to fill the tub that’s why!!! :( URhghggh!!! Will have to work on that one…makes you appreciate what you normally take for granted though , like hot water that flows freely from the tap! Well , in the mean time I can sit and eat my Jerky while watching steam rise from the multiple pots, as well as my forehead for that matter, as it really is hot around here….