Caturday, May 30th

Baby Moe—Aug 2, 2010

Baby Moe—Aug 2, 2010

My fur-baby turns 5 on Monday! The celebrations have already begun!

When this photo was taken, Moe was two months old, and still living at the shelter where I volunteer. Coincidentally, (or maybe by divine intervention) I started volunteering at the shelter the day after he arrived. He was just 4 weeks old when he was rescued from his wood-pile. I still remember what it felt like to hold him for the first time. It was like picking up a wiggly cotton ball. He was so soft and “weightless”. Can you believe it was September before I caved and took this adorable little bundle of fur home to live with me? How on earth did he not get snatched by someone else before then. I think it was meant to be, don’t you?


Most People Don’t Know…

Shortly after I woke my iMac from its nightly slumber, I got a gmail notification from The Daily Post—A writing prompt

“Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.”

I chucked. There are more than seven billion people on this planet. The first thing “most people” probably don’t know about me is that I exist!

When I finished giggling over the wording of the prompt, I remembered that way back in April, Senk, had nominated me (over on my other blog) for The Versatile Blogger award. I declined the award, but said that I would consider writing a post over on this blog that addressed the “required” writing assignment—7 random things about me. This fits in nicely with the Daily Post’s prompt.

7 Random things about me

  • As I mentioned above, I exist (in human female form).
  • I overanalyze just about  everything.
  • I’m super obsessive about organization and clutter control.
  • I’m vegetarian and I grow a lot of my own food.
  • This year, I lowered my Goodreads yearly reading goal to 50 books because I was afraid I was wasting too much of my life reading. Yes, I’m deadly serious. So far, I’ve surprised myself. I’m falling behind my goal by 9 books. Go, me! Woohoo! Now, I’m wasting my life blogging instead.
  • I love taking photos. I especially love making ordinary things look special. I’m about to begin a project where I will be taking photos of random things every day. I’ll be sharing those photos online very soon. I’m not sure where I will be posting them yet.
  • I really, really, really want to get myself a couple of alpacas. They are too cute for words!

To Whom It May Concern

Back in April, I took part in Writing 101 by The Daily Post. I did not, however, complete all of the Writing 101 assignments. Some days, I had too much on my plate to even consider doing them, other days the prompts just didn’t float my boat. Rather than hitting the delete key, I saved those neglected assignments in a gmail folder for a rainy day. Guess what? It’s raining! Today, I’m going to tackle the Day 14 assignment—”To Whom It May Concern”.

“Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration.

Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.”

The book closest to me is A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose by Eckhart Tolle. It’s the book I’m currently reading. I’ve read it three times already. Very rarely do I ever read a book more than once. The first word that jumped off page 29 was, “husband”.

Page 29 of A New EarthDear, future husband.

When I was a little girl, I assumed that I would be married around the age of 20. My parents were married at 19 and 21, so that’s where that silly idea came from. Sometime during my teenage years, I realized that people rarely get hitched that young, so, I changed my mind, and decided I would get married at 28. Why 28? I thought it would be cool to get married in the first year of the new century.

When I reached 28, nearly all of my friends had already marched down the aisle. I was beginning to feel out of place and left behind. That was also around the time I started getting bombarded with the question, “why are you still single?” It’s a question I loathe. In my mind, “why are you still single?” translates to “you must be a real loser!” The more I heard that question, the more I came to believe that others saw me as a pathetic, deeply flawed loser that nobody wanted. It hurt. A lot. It didn’t take long before I saw myself the way I thought others were seeing me.

In my thirties, friends would constantly tell me, “you’re too picky”. That was sooooo not the case but, I played along with that one (big time) because it felt better to let people think I thought I was too good for someone than have them know the truth—I didn’t think anybody wanted to be with me. Very few men asked me out. Of the men who did, I dated almost everyone of them long term. I stayed in relationships that weren’t going anywhere or were completely wrong for me, simply because I believed that was the best I was going to get. Pretty sad, huh? I feel tears splashing off my hands as I type. This is the first time I’ve ever shared this with anyone.  It’s difficult, but it’s a relief to get it off my chest.

After a lot of soul searching, I’ve gotten to a place where I’m able to call myself out on all the crap I’ve been believing about myself—the beliefs that’s made me feel unworthy of you. Would you believe that, for a time, I felt so unworthy that I actually convinced myself I didn’t want a husband? Yup, it’s true. I convinced myself I’d be happier alone. I’m over that, thank heavens! I’m ready to meet you.

I want to tell you a little story. Not long ago, I was given a small hand-crafted wooden box. It reminds me of a treasure chest. It has an arched lid that flips up, and there is a tiny hinged hasp for a tiny little padlock. It was designed to be a piggybank—it’s got a coin slot on top—but I’m using it for something else. I’ve been putting little notes inside. The notes are for you. They are waiting for you in the box on the nightstand on your side of the bed. The box is unlocked. Come and get ’em.




There are a lot of Barbie bashers out there who claim that she, a fashion doll, is responsible for warping body perceptions of poor innocent children. I think that’s a load of horse shit! Her influence on me has been nothing but positive. 

Like it or not, Barbie is a style icon. Her wardrobe is sensational! From the moment I met her, I was in love with her and all of her glamorous accoutrements.

My first ever “best friend”, Tasha, had about a dozen Barbie dolls. She also had a Ken doll, a Barbie bus, a Barbie house, and a (human) suitcase filled with Barbie clothes and shoes. I was in heaven when I went to her house to play.

Back in 1977, around the same time Tasha became my “best friend”, I was given one Barbie, and one Barbie outfit. My parents wouldn’t buy me more. You’d think that this would be devastating, considering how much I longed to have all the Barbie trappings, but I don’t remember it being that way. What I do remember was getting creative about my predicament. I started collecting scraps of fabric and little doodads from anyone who would give them to me. Then I would help myself to scissors, needles, and thread from my mother’s sewing basket. Yup… At 5 years old, I began teaching myself how to sew. (A few years later Santa brought me my very own sewing machine!)

My creations were pretty hideous in the early days, but the enjoyment I got out of the process was immense. I would get completely lost in it. Barbie was, and still is, an incredible muse. She has inspired me to develop my, imagination, my creativity and my resourcefulness. Those three things are invaluable in my current career. I will always have a soft spot for her. She has truly been an important figure in my life.

I love this! I think it fits in nicely with my post.

This post is in response to a nomination from Britta for the Free Style Writing Challenge. Here’s Britta’s post for the challenge. She wrote about grandparents. Her prompt for me was childhood toy(s).

I failed miserably with this challenge. It was supposed to be a 5 or 10 minute free writing exercise. It took me 5 hours and 35 minutes to complete my 315 word piece because I kept getting interrupted.

I’m not going to nominate anyone but if you’d like to do it, go for it, and then share your post with me in the comments below.

Here are the rules (copied and pasted from Britta’s blog).

  1. Open an MS Word document
  2. Set a stop watch or your mobile to 5 minutes or 10 minutes whichever challenge you think you can beat.
  3. You topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH A TIMER.
  4. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. once you began writing do not stop even to turn.
  5. Do not cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check in MS WORD (it is only meant for you to reflect on your own control of sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
  6. You may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals. However if you do, it would be best.
  7. At the end of your post write down ‘No. Of words =_____’ so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
  8. Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new Topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nominations (at least 5 bloggers).

Scroll down to find your topic.




Your topic: Rainy day(s).


Just Thursday Blog Hop



Each week, Rebekah, Nuvofelt and Mara invite their readers to celebrate the mundane in the Just Thursday blog hop. The idea is to focus on something that is ordinary for you but might not be so ordinary for others.

Today, I’m sharing a photo of my greenhouse thermometer. I think it’s a cool looking gadget. It’s very different from most of the thermometers I see. I think it’s rather photogenic as well, don’t you?

Sadly, it was nowhere near 27°C outdoors when this photo was taken, (on Sunday) but I sure was grateful to feel the heat in my greenhouse. Yesterday morning, it was only 4°C in there when I went in to check on my plants. Eek!


My New Greenhouse

Last summer, my poor little 4′ x 6′ greenhouse was massacred by a windstorm. The thing had survived at least half a dozen named tropical storms, yet, it was taken out by a run-of-the-mill weather disturbance that lasted an hour, at most. I was bummed, but at the same time, I was glad that it gave me an excuse to upgrade.

My new 6′ x 8′ greenhouse kit arrived last Wednesday. The timing was great, considering it had only been a few days since the last of the snow melted. Seriously! It was a winter that didn’t want to quit.

On Thursday, Mom and I loosely assembled the structure, then we carted it all over the back yard so that we could see where it would work best. We decided on a location close to the back patio. It’s somewhat sheltered from the wind, it gets full sun, and most importantly, there is enough privacy so that I can go out there in my pyjamas early in the morning and not be seen.

The chosen location.

The chosen location.

The spot we chose was not level. The front was much lower than the back, so, I spent Thursday evening, and much of Friday digging down the back, and moving soil to the front.

On Saturday morning, I sent my Dad to pick up some 8″ x  8″ post from a salvage yard. They were the perfect size to create foundation walls (and a level floor) in the hole I had spent two days digging.

The  foundation wall.

The foundation walls.

After the foundation walls were set in place, the hole was filled with gravel that was left over from another project. By this time, the wheelbarrow tire was as flat as a pancake, so, Dad used the bucket of his tractor to transport the gravel. That was a bad idea! The tractor wheels sunk a good foot or more into the lawn (because it was so wet from the recent snowmelt).

The gravel floor.

The gravel floor.

I had considered putting a wooden deck/floor in there, but decided to try the gravel first. It can easily be changed later if I don’t like it the way it is.

To prevent grass and weeds from growing up through the floor, we placed a tarp between the first and second loads of gravel.

On Sunday, we secured the frame to the foundation wall—the six legs were screwed to it, and the bottom cross bar of metal frame was tied (in four places) to cord cleats that were screwed into the wood. That thing ain’t going nowhere!

Next, the three of us put on the ClearView® cover. I then put in some of the shelves I had from my last greenhouse. After 4 days of “construction”, the greenhouse was finally ready for my seedlings!


Front view.

Side view.

Side view.

The greenhouse has been up for 5 days now. My seedlings have spent a grand total of 9 hours in it. It’s still soooooo cold on Cape Breton Island.


Caturday, May 9th

Moe—May 6, 2015.

Moe—May 6, 2015.

I know, for sure, that Spring has arrived when Moe starts asking me to take him out for walks. He, like me, hates winter. The last of the snow melted a few days ago, and he’s been looking to go out and play every day since.

This photo was taken moments before he rolled in the dirt and got filthy from head to toe. I’m not sure why he did it–he also hates being dirty.

The End of Winter?

May 6th, 2015

This is the last remaining patch of snow in the yard. Could winter actually be over?

In other Spring-related news… I got a new greenhouse today to replace the one that got ripped to spreads in a windstorm at the end of last summer. The new one is twice the size of the one I had before, and it’s much sturdier. I may even put a “real” floor in it. I’ll keep you posted.