STOP!!!! I’m not answering any more questions! It almost feels as though I’ve been undressed. It’s bad enough when I travel sometimes my body is scanned at the security checkpoint. I feel that totally violates my body. This friend actually interrogates me. Maybe the FBI or the CIA or the RCMP or CSI anything needs her? It’s not about the actual questions; it’s more about the amount of questions.
On the weekends, he would drive to Montreal in his Golden Eagle Trans Am. When he didn’t come to Montreal, he would call me on the phone. If he couldn’t call me, he would write me a letter. Not just any ordinary letter, a love letter. I still have them. In one of his letters he wrote that he envisioned us “In a gold carriage being pulled by white horses into a sky destined for love”. I blushed from that line. It has stayed with me for over (gulp!) 35 years. That was romantic writing.
STOP!!! Put on the Brakes! I’ve got to do something to slow this down and fast! I’ve got to get a handle of this or I’m going to run out of time. I’m realizing that time is very precious and why did it take me so long to figure this out? Why?
Suddenly, I heard the loud horn sound which announced the start of the relay race. I got so excited to receive the baton, but it was going to take quite a while until it got to me. It had to pass through around 100 hands. I waited with the Green team’s fastest girl. I didn’t talk to her even though she was my bunkmate. I knew I was going to beat her. I was thinking of all the things I was going to say to her when I ran passed her. I was reciting these lines in my head, “See ya later baby! Bye Bye Birdie! Catch ya later! Smell my wind! Eat my dust!”
All the time, I had the classic picture of Lake Louise in my mind. The perfect blue sky with matching water along a still mirrored lake, cloudless, with endless skies. This calendar picture was a perfect still. And…no other people were within the view. As we drove into the mountain range, dark clouds billowed with moisture and so began our battle with nature.
Note to self: Weather in mountainous areas changes every 5 minutes! During the fall, it can be warm and sunny, and within 5 minutes it can be snowing and blowing. We didn’t expect what was next!
Most of my time is fleeting. I don’t know why this is so. It’s noon and suddenly it’s 4 p.m. The passage of those 4 hours doesn’t add up. It’s Monday and then without much notice, it’s Friday. The seasons roll like that and the years too. I’m very aware of this quick passage of time. Although, when I was younger, I felt the passage of time was much slower. Sitting in a classroom watching the clock hands finally reach 3:15 p.m., was endless. However, the run out of school into the park with my friends was fleeting. All that time was magical, up until my Mother’s call-in for dinner.
Now, I feel like a seasoned old hen! Older and somewhat wiser, but still not able to spell well. The old lesson I grew up with now has a new attachment to it. New Lesson: If you want something really badly, then work super hard for it and you will earn it. However, if obtaining it is completely out of your control, accept those limitations and move onto the next goal.
I love children and I love plants. I love to watch people develop into interesting people. I thrill to watch small successes become big successes. Therefore, I think my common denominator is GROWTH!
I used to run for fun. Always, for tirelessly very long lengths of time. Up and down hills and on all types of terrain. In rain, wind, sun, heat, snow, it didn’t matter. Now, I’m particular about the terrain, temperature, and distance. Why? Because my knees ache from the surface or the climate or the distance. Again, because I’m older and I’ve been running for over 30 years. My knees don’t like running, but my head and heart love it.
One person’s excellent day might be another person’s Ok day. Since this measurement is almost impossible to account for, perhaps reversing the theory as “It doesn’t get much better than this”, might be a simpler way to measure your happiness.
I’m not sure if my family is the only one that does this. We name our best food dishes after the people who make or who have made them. Although we all make many different types of food, we only have a few specifically named. Noonie’s Spaghetti is a family classic. In my family, if a dish is made often, loved, and requested it gets named.Recently, my daughter went to Europe. Once there, she was proud to tell me that she made Noonie’s Spaghetti in France . This made me smile as this dish is now an international food!
While growing up, the next tables I sat at were at birthday parties with friends. If you got to sit next to the birthday girl or boy, you were stylin! If you got an icing rosette from the birthday cake you were a princess or prince in the Queen or King’s court. Royalty seating and musical chairs was the fashion then.
I ventured out to test my “Smile Project”. I got into my running gear and went for a run. My first subject was a mail carrier. As I ran by her I said, “Good Job Emilie!” and gave her a big thumbs up. She gave me a big smile and hollered, “Thanks, Sue!!!”
I continued along my run. While on a canopied tree-lined street I noticed an older woman, bent over, and trying to walk using a walker. It looked as though she was using the walker to help her cope with a recent injury. I slowed down a bit. As I approached her I said, “You’re doing a great job! Keep it going!” She raised her head, looked at me with the BIGGEST SMILE ever! By the way, she won biggest smile of that day!!!
I’ve asked many friends what their special talent is. Even though some told me they don’t have a special talent, I don’t believe this. I believe everyone is talented in some special way. Perhaps they haven’t tapped into their talent yet?
In Maine, USA public signs are permitted to be written in other languages as long as English appears. So to encourage Quebecers to visit to Ogunquit, the signs are in both English and French. How kind and considerate. The town of Ogunquit wants to encourage French speaking visitors to vacation in their town. Let’s welcome Quebecers to spend their Canadian money even when the US dollar is over $1.30!
The air was cool at 4:30 a.m. We were told to pick the fruits which looked colour filled and unripe. We were told to only eat the fruits which were ripe, but not to eat too many. If we ate too many, our best friend would be the toilet!
Around 5:00-5:30 a.m., the sun began to rise. By 6:30 a.m. we were already hot. So were the fruits. My goal was to climb to the top of the apricot tree and pick the fruits which were hot on the sunny side and cool on the shaded side. I succeeded each morning – so yummy!
Although, I do love going on vacation to my favourite places in the world. In honesty, my ultimate favourite place is… my life at home. The busy life I’ve created for myself. This is where I find contentment.
On the last night of my course, after the last student has left the classroom, I sit there for about 10 minutes alone. It’s done. Ten weeks of lectures, lessons, planning, correcting, assignments, research, etc. It’s all done. The students have left the classroom. At this time, I sit and reflect on what has taken place. I breathe and allow my mind to wonder and contemplate. I hope my students received the learning they wanted. I question myself, did I do the best I can do? Now, it’s time to pack up the final materials from the semester, close the lights and leave the classroom. Sue… Elvis has left the building.
Today, families are not strictly Mother and Father created. There are many families which have two Mother’s and/or two Fathers. Some families may have one Mother or one Father. Some families don’t have Fathers or Mothers. Families can no longer be defined as simply a Mother and Father with children. Our society is too far expanded as all families are unique, not gender based. How’s about your professional family, or your gym family, or your summer camp family, or your choir family, or simply your friend’s family? Mother’s Day and Father’s Day needs to expand with society and be more diverse!
In January of this year, I had the wonderful opportunity to meet Max Domi. From that meeting and with the help of my amazing graphic artist buddy, Michael Domingo, we were able to create a fabulous campaign letter. This has definitely been the best JDRF campaign since 1987!!!!