Bonavista, Newfoundland - Charlottetown, PEI ~ 800km
It did rain overnight. The wind is howling and the rain is pouring down, then it stops, then pours down again. First full rain I've seen in months. I welcome it.
Checking out of this Inn feels a little bitter sweet. I want to come back here one day and visit this province more in depth. Hearing about the fiords in Gros Morne Park has inspired me to want to come again and stay a while. Dennis and Judy went on a boat ride through that area on the west side and were amazed and thrilled by the spectacular views.
We have about a 6 hour drive west. We've decided to catch the night ferry at Port aux Basques back to Nova Scotia. Again the cabins were booked so we slept in chairs. This time the ferry was rocking and rolling. I found the motion to be pretty soothing, but the banging noises made my heart pound. It was noisy, this trip across, because the wind was so strong.
We arrived in Sydney about 7:30 am and drove to the next ferry ride that would take us to Prince Edward Island - the last province to visit.
The ferry trip took about 70 minutes and it was sunny again so the ride was smooth. We decided to stay in Charlottetown and do a total of three all-day excursions. One day see the central island, next the west side, lastly the east side. This gentle island as it's called, is just that.
We checked in to our hotel and relaxed for the late afternoon and evening. My stomach wasn't very pleased with all this 'get up and go'. The motion has been a bit too much. We stayed in, ordered some supper to the room, did some laundry then watched a movie. I felt like I was kind of wasting time, but really needed a rest at this point.
A quote that I read on the Newfoundland ferry:
As I walk on Mother Earth with love and respect, I will receive the healing I need in life's journey ~ Roy Henry Vickers ~
~ move clock back half an hour (atlantic time)
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Travel Log - Day 13
St. John's, Newfoundland - Bonavista, Newfoundland - 300km
After we shook off some of the grumpy bugs, we picked up some Tims for breakfast (mmm how I love the tea here), cleaned out some of the garbage in the car, ate some food, drank some more tea, got some gas, put in oil and we're set.
We began on the east side of this province yesterday, today we're heading out to two different peninsulas, then over to the west side of the province. Once on the west side, we'll catch the ferry back to Nova Scotia, only this time it will take 6 hours instead of 14 hours. This is the first cloudy day since we started the trip. All along we've had beautiful sunny weather. It's actually supposed to rain during the night.
We stopped at many little villages along the two peninsulas. The villages have interesting names like: Heart's Content, Heart's Delight, Trinity Bay, Harbour Grace and there are many, little coves. There's even a place called Dildo.
Newfoundland has very interesting landscapes. It's very rocky throughout this drive up and down elevations, the vastness of land here is incredible. The small fishing villages are as I imagined them to be with cute colourful houses, old churches and quaint, but few, shops. We drove about 6 - 7 hours in total today. We're up at the top of the second penisula. Here we are staying at an Inn. First time I've stayed in one. There's a restaurant on the bottom of this heritage building and I think about 8 - 10 rooms, in all, on two floors above.
On this peninsula we thought we'd drive to Bonavista (which is the tip, where we're staying) as I was hoping to see the puffins. I would later discover that they're done with their nesting season and have gone to sea. There are icebergs that float by here and out to sea while melting during the summer; we missed that as well. That would have been amazing to watch and hear.
We stayed at this Inn which was most comfortable and relaxing. This place is exactly what I needed. The food at this restaurant was scrumptious. I had shrimp and scallop bubbly bake.....mmmm...it came with rice. It was ohhhh soooo good. For dessert partridgeberry and bake apple pie, which I ended up eating at another table when an older couple we had been chatting with a bit (during supper) suggested we join them and swap stories.
About the pie, I was thinking that the partridgeberries came in a baked apple pie. Wrong, bake apple is a berry too - cloudberry. Both are sour, but have an interesting aftertaste. Not my favourite kind of pie, but glad I tried it.
The folks we met tonight, Judy and Dennis say that the owner of the B&B where they're staying, knows of a 30 minute drive, that when driven at 5 in the morning, is a place to see moose. In fact, the last people he had sent out saw 22 of them! I so badly want to see one, but getting up at 5am would be hard to do after very little sleep the last couple of nights (according to the roadside sign....Fatigue Kills), I think I'll pass unless I spring up wide awake at 5am. Dennis and Judy also advised us on staying in B&B's(which is where they prefer to stay), all the places they have enjoyed while visiting Newfoundland and some places to see on Prince Edward Island where they live and where we're going in a day or two. Full of stories and information they were. An enjoyable day and evening.
I now know of a little place, a step back in time. A place with no metropolis as a main vein. No need, this place has a heartbeat all its own. It's peaceful, serene, full of nature, quaint yet rugged. It's a place that has touched my heart and overwhelms me with emotion. Had I been able to see the puffins and icebergs here, I think my heart would swell for sure and I just might call this my favourite place on earth.
After we shook off some of the grumpy bugs, we picked up some Tims for breakfast (mmm how I love the tea here), cleaned out some of the garbage in the car, ate some food, drank some more tea, got some gas, put in oil and we're set.
We began on the east side of this province yesterday, today we're heading out to two different peninsulas, then over to the west side of the province. Once on the west side, we'll catch the ferry back to Nova Scotia, only this time it will take 6 hours instead of 14 hours. This is the first cloudy day since we started the trip. All along we've had beautiful sunny weather. It's actually supposed to rain during the night.
We stopped at many little villages along the two peninsulas. The villages have interesting names like: Heart's Content, Heart's Delight, Trinity Bay, Harbour Grace and there are many, little coves. There's even a place called Dildo.
Newfoundland has very interesting landscapes. It's very rocky throughout this drive up and down elevations, the vastness of land here is incredible. The small fishing villages are as I imagined them to be with cute colourful houses, old churches and quaint, but few, shops. We drove about 6 - 7 hours in total today. We're up at the top of the second penisula. Here we are staying at an Inn. First time I've stayed in one. There's a restaurant on the bottom of this heritage building and I think about 8 - 10 rooms, in all, on two floors above.
On this peninsula we thought we'd drive to Bonavista (which is the tip, where we're staying) as I was hoping to see the puffins. I would later discover that they're done with their nesting season and have gone to sea. There are icebergs that float by here and out to sea while melting during the summer; we missed that as well. That would have been amazing to watch and hear.
We stayed at this Inn which was most comfortable and relaxing. This place is exactly what I needed. The food at this restaurant was scrumptious. I had shrimp and scallop bubbly bake.....mmmm...it came with rice. It was ohhhh soooo good. For dessert partridgeberry and bake apple pie, which I ended up eating at another table when an older couple we had been chatting with a bit (during supper) suggested we join them and swap stories.
About the pie, I was thinking that the partridgeberries came in a baked apple pie. Wrong, bake apple is a berry too - cloudberry. Both are sour, but have an interesting aftertaste. Not my favourite kind of pie, but glad I tried it.
The folks we met tonight, Judy and Dennis say that the owner of the B&B where they're staying, knows of a 30 minute drive, that when driven at 5 in the morning, is a place to see moose. In fact, the last people he had sent out saw 22 of them! I so badly want to see one, but getting up at 5am would be hard to do after very little sleep the last couple of nights (according to the roadside sign....Fatigue Kills), I think I'll pass unless I spring up wide awake at 5am. Dennis and Judy also advised us on staying in B&B's(which is where they prefer to stay), all the places they have enjoyed while visiting Newfoundland and some places to see on Prince Edward Island where they live and where we're going in a day or two. Full of stories and information they were. An enjoyable day and evening.
I now know of a little place, a step back in time. A place with no metropolis as a main vein. No need, this place has a heartbeat all its own. It's peaceful, serene, full of nature, quaint yet rugged. It's a place that has touched my heart and overwhelms me with emotion. Had I been able to see the puffins and icebergs here, I think my heart would swell for sure and I just might call this my favourite place on earth.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Travel Log - Day 12
Arrived in St. John's at 2:30pm. Stayed a while in the old part of town. Saw lots of the colourful row houses and some of the main street downtown. Not at all what either of us expected. I should have read up on Newfoundland before arriving here. I thought St. John's was going to be a small, fishing village, but it's a city of 100,000 people! After getting lost plenty, we finally figured out how to get to the furthest eastern point in North America called Cape Spear - beautiful spot.
The sun had just gone down by the time we got to Cape Spear. After a walk around, we left to find a hotel. A few we stopped at were already sold out to some insurance company that was having a convention with 1500, out of town, people who were staying in the local area. I was shocked - 1500 insurance people at a convention here?
Finally we found the last room available which was in a very expensive Super 8 Motel. As it turned out some of those same insurance people were having a party across the hall from us until 1am; I promptly called and complained after the party woke me up. Then at 7am kids were running up and down the hallway upstairs, over my head. After I tactfully voiced my disappointment over the cost of this place, versus the extremely wonderful, yet less expensive stay, in Ottawa, I was given a $30 discount which pleased me much. Needless to say, this was our grumpy point of the trip. We were pretty exhausted after the long ferry ride, well more so, driving across the country then the long ferry ride and a couple nights of very little sleep, put simply = crankiness for Pam and her mommy!
The sun had just gone down by the time we got to Cape Spear. After a walk around, we left to find a hotel. A few we stopped at were already sold out to some insurance company that was having a convention with 1500, out of town, people who were staying in the local area. I was shocked - 1500 insurance people at a convention here?
Finally we found the last room available which was in a very expensive Super 8 Motel. As it turned out some of those same insurance people were having a party across the hall from us until 1am; I promptly called and complained after the party woke me up. Then at 7am kids were running up and down the hallway upstairs, over my head. After I tactfully voiced my disappointment over the cost of this place, versus the extremely wonderful, yet less expensive stay, in Ottawa, I was given a $30 discount which pleased me much. Needless to say, this was our grumpy point of the trip. We were pretty exhausted after the long ferry ride, well more so, driving across the country then the long ferry ride and a couple nights of very little sleep, put simply = crankiness for Pam and her mommy!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Travel Log - Day 11
Halifax, Nova Scotia - North Sydney, Nova Scotia ~ 500km
After checking out of the hotel, we used the morning and afternoon to see Halifax. We checked out the funky part of downtown then went to the waterfront area. I decided to visit the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic and I'm embarrassed to admit that I thought the Halifax Explosion was mine related. Oh, how very little I truly know about this country. I learned something new. I watched a documentary about the explosion, which was the largest man made catastrophe of its time, and looked at some of the boats, then browsed over some of the artifacts found in the Atlantic Ocean. The waterfront is a pleasant place to wander, get something to eat or learn some history.
We left Halifax around 4pm and drove to Sydney to catch the ferry to St. John's, Newfoundland which is on the eastern side of the province. It's a 14 hour ferry ride leaving at 11:30pm. All the cabins were booked, the sleeper dorms were not private so no sense paying to sleep there which left us sleeping in the reclining chairs that were free.
We didn't get to sleep until around 2 am because there was entertainment on this ferry. Some original Newfy music in the lounge. We were quite excited by this musical duo couple. He was very funny and he played four different instruments. I ended up buying a couple of CDs. They're not bad, but no where near as good as Great Big Sea or The Rankin Family (I adore them).
Love the accents of people from Newfoundland.
~ move clock ahead a half hour (Newfoundland time)
After checking out of the hotel, we used the morning and afternoon to see Halifax. We checked out the funky part of downtown then went to the waterfront area. I decided to visit the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic and I'm embarrassed to admit that I thought the Halifax Explosion was mine related. Oh, how very little I truly know about this country. I learned something new. I watched a documentary about the explosion, which was the largest man made catastrophe of its time, and looked at some of the boats, then browsed over some of the artifacts found in the Atlantic Ocean. The waterfront is a pleasant place to wander, get something to eat or learn some history.
We left Halifax around 4pm and drove to Sydney to catch the ferry to St. John's, Newfoundland which is on the eastern side of the province. It's a 14 hour ferry ride leaving at 11:30pm. All the cabins were booked, the sleeper dorms were not private so no sense paying to sleep there which left us sleeping in the reclining chairs that were free.
We didn't get to sleep until around 2 am because there was entertainment on this ferry. Some original Newfy music in the lounge. We were quite excited by this musical duo couple. He was very funny and he played four different instruments. I ended up buying a couple of CDs. They're not bad, but no where near as good as Great Big Sea or The Rankin Family (I adore them).
Love the accents of people from Newfoundland.
~ move clock ahead a half hour (Newfoundland time)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Travel Log - Day 10
We stayed in Halifax for the day and night. We took a drive out along the coast to Lunenburg and then came back, stopping in Mahone and Peggy's Cove. In Mahone, I ordered my lunch to go and ate it while sitting on a rock by the ocean. It was yummmy, pan fried scallops and prawns in a caesar salad followed by a delicious white chocolate mousse pie topped with wild blueberries. After a lovely visit in Mahone we drove out to Peggy's Cove and we arrived just in time to see the sunset.
Beautiful serene loveliness - every bit of it.
Beautiful serene loveliness - every bit of it.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Travel Log - Day 9
Quebec City, Quebec - Halifax, Nova Scotia ~ 1107.6km
Long drive. It took about 10.5 hours to get to Halifax. There was a lot of road construction as we were leaving Quebec. It was a beautiful, sunny day which lasted the entire drive. We chose the route of Fredericton to Moncton to Halifax instead of catching the ferry from Saint John, New Brunswick and then driving the southwestern coastline of Nova Scotia to Halifax. We didn't want to take the night ferry across to Digby, Nova Scotia, besides our timing was off anyway. Hopefully on the way home we'll drive down to Saint John and see the Bay of Fundy with its tidal changes unlike any other place. In my opinion, New Brunswick is the forgotten province of Canada; it's also very French which I didn't know. I've never heard much talk of it nor did I ever know of its beauty. Now I know. It's a province that I'd like to revisit sometime.
~ move clock ahead an hour (atlantic time)
Long drive. It took about 10.5 hours to get to Halifax. There was a lot of road construction as we were leaving Quebec. It was a beautiful, sunny day which lasted the entire drive. We chose the route of Fredericton to Moncton to Halifax instead of catching the ferry from Saint John, New Brunswick and then driving the southwestern coastline of Nova Scotia to Halifax. We didn't want to take the night ferry across to Digby, Nova Scotia, besides our timing was off anyway. Hopefully on the way home we'll drive down to Saint John and see the Bay of Fundy with its tidal changes unlike any other place. In my opinion, New Brunswick is the forgotten province of Canada; it's also very French which I didn't know. I've never heard much talk of it nor did I ever know of its beauty. Now I know. It's a province that I'd like to revisit sometime.
~ move clock ahead an hour (atlantic time)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Travel Log - Day 8
We stayed in Quebec City for the day and another night. I decided to walk from the hotel to the old city area. It didn't take me too long to realize that we weren't very lost last night, we were only about 5 minutes away, but we drove around for at least an hour!
The old city is made up of cobble stone streets, some of the streets are only for foot traffic. It's like a little bit of France plunked down in Canada. It's rich with history, color, texture and lots of tourists.
I left the old city in search of Tim Hortons which has been my beloved friend during this trip. I've stopped in at least one per province to have my tea and...whatever else I feel like at the moment. On my way out of the old city, I noticed another [new] favourite of mine - a Tourist Information Center. These are all over the place and in my opinion are the rest stops of Canada. We don't seem to have as many rest stops like there are in America along the I-5. These information places are along the Trans Canada Highway as well as in and around the individual provinces in the different towns/cities. They have clean bathrooms (not pit toilets like at our rest stops), plus they have grassy areas with benches or picnic tables. There's lots of room to stretch out, have a snack, use the bathroom or ask one of the travel counsellors about the local area (they all seem to be very well informed).
After my stop in at the information center, to ask where I could find the nearest Tims, I began walking in that direction. Along the way I met an elderly man sitting on a bench. As I approached, he started waving his arms around and gesturing towards the construction that was going on across the street and he was speaking in French which I, of course, couldn't understand at all. Why didn't I pay better attention in school. I know words, not sentences, well not any of the sentences he was putting out. I tried to explain that I didn't speak French which he understood and his English was equivalent to my French. Anyways, he understood that I was driving from the west to the east.
"Ahhhh, voyageur" said he, in his kindly French way.
"Yep", I thought, "I suppose I am".
As I got closer to Tims and was about to cross the street, I realize I really don't get how these traffic lights work. All of the signs on the posts, where the buttons are to push for the walking signal, are in French. Again, why didn't I pay more attention?! When I thought it was my turn to go and I went, a woman across the street shouted "Madame, Madame!".....and some more French sentences. I must have gotten it all wrong - I shouldn't have crossed , by her tone, I'm certain I shouldn't have.
Back in the old city, I was delighted to see and hear so much. I have a far greater respect and understanding of our country's bilingualism. Being in the west it's not as prevalent, but being here in the east, it's everywhere. I spent seven hours walking around today, I figure I probably walked a marathon.
Okay, I get the crosswalks now. When all of the traffic lights go red at the same time on every corner - that's when you walk. You get to walk across one way or the other or even diagonally. How 'bout that. I like it. I wonder if this is how it is in Manhattan too as people walked in every direction there as well. I was much younger when I was in Manhattan (22 years ago!) and probably never even considered stopping to observe how it all worked - elevation of thought comes later in life - part of the aging process I suspect...at least it is for me.
The old city is made up of cobble stone streets, some of the streets are only for foot traffic. It's like a little bit of France plunked down in Canada. It's rich with history, color, texture and lots of tourists.
I left the old city in search of Tim Hortons which has been my beloved friend during this trip. I've stopped in at least one per province to have my tea and...whatever else I feel like at the moment. On my way out of the old city, I noticed another [new] favourite of mine - a Tourist Information Center. These are all over the place and in my opinion are the rest stops of Canada. We don't seem to have as many rest stops like there are in America along the I-5. These information places are along the Trans Canada Highway as well as in and around the individual provinces in the different towns/cities. They have clean bathrooms (not pit toilets like at our rest stops), plus they have grassy areas with benches or picnic tables. There's lots of room to stretch out, have a snack, use the bathroom or ask one of the travel counsellors about the local area (they all seem to be very well informed).
After my stop in at the information center, to ask where I could find the nearest Tims, I began walking in that direction. Along the way I met an elderly man sitting on a bench. As I approached, he started waving his arms around and gesturing towards the construction that was going on across the street and he was speaking in French which I, of course, couldn't understand at all. Why didn't I pay better attention in school. I know words, not sentences, well not any of the sentences he was putting out. I tried to explain that I didn't speak French which he understood and his English was equivalent to my French. Anyways, he understood that I was driving from the west to the east.
"Ahhhh, voyageur" said he, in his kindly French way.
"Yep", I thought, "I suppose I am".
As I got closer to Tims and was about to cross the street, I realize I really don't get how these traffic lights work. All of the signs on the posts, where the buttons are to push for the walking signal, are in French. Again, why didn't I pay more attention?! When I thought it was my turn to go and I went, a woman across the street shouted "Madame, Madame!".....and some more French sentences. I must have gotten it all wrong - I shouldn't have crossed , by her tone, I'm certain I shouldn't have.
Back in the old city, I was delighted to see and hear so much. I have a far greater respect and understanding of our country's bilingualism. Being in the west it's not as prevalent, but being here in the east, it's everywhere. I spent seven hours walking around today, I figure I probably walked a marathon.
Okay, I get the crosswalks now. When all of the traffic lights go red at the same time on every corner - that's when you walk. You get to walk across one way or the other or even diagonally. How 'bout that. I like it. I wonder if this is how it is in Manhattan too as people walked in every direction there as well. I was much younger when I was in Manhattan (22 years ago!) and probably never even considered stopping to observe how it all worked - elevation of thought comes later in life - part of the aging process I suspect...at least it is for me.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Travel Log - Day 7
Ottawa, Ontario - Quebec City, Quebec ~ 476km
We left Ottawa a bit late(2:30pm) and drove through nasty Montreal traffic. The drivers in Montreal are akin to the drivers in Manhattan; they're crazy. They whip in and out of traffic, drive in the middle of lanes and they speed excessively.
We arrived in Quebec quite late and got lost. After driving around a while we finally stopped to ask a young man for directions. Thankfully he spoke English well enough and he was able to understand where we were trying to go.
We checked in after 9pm and we decided to stay the next night so we could relax and enjoy 'Old Quebec'.
We left Ottawa a bit late(2:30pm) and drove through nasty Montreal traffic. The drivers in Montreal are akin to the drivers in Manhattan; they're crazy. They whip in and out of traffic, drive in the middle of lanes and they speed excessively.
We arrived in Quebec quite late and got lost. After driving around a while we finally stopped to ask a young man for directions. Thankfully he spoke English well enough and he was able to understand where we were trying to go.
We checked in after 9pm and we decided to stay the next night so we could relax and enjoy 'Old Quebec'.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Travel Log - Day 6
Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario - Ottawa, Ontario ~ 876km
This was about a ten hour drive because it's a single lane highway and the speed slows down to 90km for the most part. In small towns it slows to 50km. It's a beautiful drive and I see whispers of autumn in the trees. I also see lots of roadkill (it's sad to see so many)along the way: porcupines, racoons, foxes, skunks and I think I saw the back end of a small moose. I can say I am now familiar with how a skunk smells which is a smell I never knew before. The weather has been unbelievable with sun all the way on this trip so far, save for one little black rain cloud.
The hotel is wonderful and in walking distance to the downtown area of Ottawa. We have a beautiful Capital City. I absolutely love the ByWard Market the market area is filled with booths of vegetables, fruits, amazing flowers, jewlery and clothes. The canal is lovely and I think it's fantasic that people skate on it during the winter.
We enjoyed several hours walking around and then we had lunch before hitting the road to Quebec City.
This was about a ten hour drive because it's a single lane highway and the speed slows down to 90km for the most part. In small towns it slows to 50km. It's a beautiful drive and I see whispers of autumn in the trees. I also see lots of roadkill (it's sad to see so many)along the way: porcupines, racoons, foxes, skunks and I think I saw the back end of a small moose. I can say I am now familiar with how a skunk smells which is a smell I never knew before. The weather has been unbelievable with sun all the way on this trip so far, save for one little black rain cloud.
The hotel is wonderful and in walking distance to the downtown area of Ottawa. We have a beautiful Capital City. I absolutely love the ByWard Market the market area is filled with booths of vegetables, fruits, amazing flowers, jewlery and clothes. The canal is lovely and I think it's fantasic that people skate on it during the winter.
We enjoyed several hours walking around and then we had lunch before hitting the road to Quebec City.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Travel Log - Day 5
Thunder Bay, Ontario - Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario ~ 734.5km
Ontario is a huge province. This particular drive (500km of it) is part of the Lake Superior Loop which is a 1500km loop/drive around the lake. So I guess 1000km of it is down through the states of Minnesota, Michigan and Wisconsin. We didn't get our passports before we left, but even if we had we probably wouldn't have done the loop as I don't think it would be a drive my mom would want to do, she's not a nature lover. This is somewhere that I'd like to go with Shawn ,when we drive across Canada, when the kids are grown.
I was expecting Sault Ste. Marie (the soo, as it's called) to have a neat part of town. Somewhere with a funky street of shops and pubs, but there isn't such an area. We did find a pub down by St. Mary's River which has Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario on one side and Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan on the other side.
Nice little boardwalk along the river where the locals meet up to chat and fish, others just sit and visit with each other.
Ontario is a huge province. This particular drive (500km of it) is part of the Lake Superior Loop which is a 1500km loop/drive around the lake. So I guess 1000km of it is down through the states of Minnesota, Michigan and Wisconsin. We didn't get our passports before we left, but even if we had we probably wouldn't have done the loop as I don't think it would be a drive my mom would want to do, she's not a nature lover. This is somewhere that I'd like to go with Shawn ,when we drive across Canada, when the kids are grown.
I was expecting Sault Ste. Marie (the soo, as it's called) to have a neat part of town. Somewhere with a funky street of shops and pubs, but there isn't such an area. We did find a pub down by St. Mary's River which has Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario on one side and Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan on the other side.
Nice little boardwalk along the river where the locals meet up to chat and fish, others just sit and visit with each other.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Travel Log - Day 4
Winnipeg, Manitoba - Thunder Bay, Ontario ~ 776.5km
~ move clock ahead an hour (eastern time)
Along the way to our destinatin, we stopped into a little town called Kenora. It was cute, but I noticed lots of street people for such a small town. It's one of those cute towns with lots of potential to be way cuter if they'd fix up the main core.
Hotels were all sold out in Thunder Bay because the university students were going to be checking into their dorms the next day and many were brought to town by their parents who were staying to help them settle in.
We slept in the Walmart parking lot over by all the RVers (this is a common thing for people on the road). The store was a 24hr one so if we had to go to the bathroom we could go into the store. I knew I should have taken the seats out of my van and put a foamy down - too bad I didn't!~ move clock ahead an hour (eastern time)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Travel Log - Day 3
Swift Current, Saskatchewan - Winnipeg, Manitoba ~ 832km
Manitoba is still part of the prairies, but isn't quite as flat. We had a nice supper in Applebees in Brandon, Manitoba - it was Shawn's mom's treat. She wanted us to have a meal out on our trip, on her.
As soon as we got out of the van to check into the hotel we got attacked by mosquitoes. Winnipeg doesn't thrill me. It's drab.
~ move clock ahead one hour (central time)
Manitoba is still part of the prairies, but isn't quite as flat. We had a nice supper in Applebees in Brandon, Manitoba - it was Shawn's mom's treat. She wanted us to have a meal out on our trip, on her.
As soon as we got out of the van to check into the hotel we got attacked by mosquitoes. Winnipeg doesn't thrill me. It's drab.
~ move clock ahead one hour (central time)
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Travel Log - Day 2
Banff, Alberta - Swift Current, Saskatchewan ~ 675.5km
We decided to stay in Banff for a few hours and walk around. After a decent continental breakfast ( hotels seem to vary in their continental offerings), we went out for a walk. It's a gorgeous day today. Spectacular view of the Rocky Mountains which seem to surround this little piece of quaintness called Banff. We enjoy the shops very much and after a couple of hours head back to the hotel to check out.
I had made up an itinerary a few weeks prior to leaving and I had hoped to make it as far as Calgary the first day, but it was not to be. We decide to try and make it to somewhere in Saskatchewan by nightfall.
Driving through Alberta, I cannot help but think of cowboys riding across the praires like they do in country music videos and the movies. Instead of seeing them riding on their horses, I see cowboys and cowgirls driving their cars down the dirt roads that run very near the highway. They fly down those roads, leaving a long trail of dust in their wake. There are lots of hay bales all over this flat land known as the prairies. It's hard to know when one farm ends and another begins. I'm glad to be on a straight away instead of winding through the rolling mountains; too much motion.
While driving eastward, a little fox ran across the section of highway heading westbound and it quickly turned around when it reached the grassy, midway, meridian and darted back into the fields. That was exciting!
We stopped in Brooks, Saskatchewn for lunch and had a hard time finding a place to eat so we stopped in at the tourist info center for some advice. There weren't any funky food places, no good pubs, only fast food or Boston Pizza. We went to Boston Pizza and were joined by a few flies...hmmm, I wonder how bad the bugs are going to get the further east we go?
Arriving in Swift Current, we found another Best Western, but were very disappointed with the quality (mostly the smell of being right beside the pool )so we switched over to Holiday Inn Express which was brand new. This was right next door to a casino for which the hotel gave us some vouchers. After we settled in we gave the casino a try. I've never played games at the casino, never gambled. We were given a total of $20 each for signing up and using our vouchers. Plus, we were each given a $5 food voucher for the restaurant so we had a bite to eat too. Neither of us used all of our $20 gambling money so we just kept the rest. I don't get the machines at all, I just had fun pulling the handle down and anticpating all the gold bars lining up, but that never happened. The casino is busy with people aged 50 and up. Some of them are on a casino bus tour. I never knew that there was such a thing as a casino bus tour trip. I wonder how many of these people are addicted to gambling.
Interesting experience.
We decided to stay in Banff for a few hours and walk around. After a decent continental breakfast ( hotels seem to vary in their continental offerings), we went out for a walk. It's a gorgeous day today. Spectacular view of the Rocky Mountains which seem to surround this little piece of quaintness called Banff. We enjoy the shops very much and after a couple of hours head back to the hotel to check out.
I had made up an itinerary a few weeks prior to leaving and I had hoped to make it as far as Calgary the first day, but it was not to be. We decide to try and make it to somewhere in Saskatchewan by nightfall.
Driving through Alberta, I cannot help but think of cowboys riding across the praires like they do in country music videos and the movies. Instead of seeing them riding on their horses, I see cowboys and cowgirls driving their cars down the dirt roads that run very near the highway. They fly down those roads, leaving a long trail of dust in their wake. There are lots of hay bales all over this flat land known as the prairies. It's hard to know when one farm ends and another begins. I'm glad to be on a straight away instead of winding through the rolling mountains; too much motion.
While driving eastward, a little fox ran across the section of highway heading westbound and it quickly turned around when it reached the grassy, midway, meridian and darted back into the fields. That was exciting!
We stopped in Brooks, Saskatchewn for lunch and had a hard time finding a place to eat so we stopped in at the tourist info center for some advice. There weren't any funky food places, no good pubs, only fast food or Boston Pizza. We went to Boston Pizza and were joined by a few flies...hmmm, I wonder how bad the bugs are going to get the further east we go?
Arriving in Swift Current, we found another Best Western, but were very disappointed with the quality (mostly the smell of being right beside the pool )so we switched over to Holiday Inn Express which was brand new. This was right next door to a casino for which the hotel gave us some vouchers. After we settled in we gave the casino a try. I've never played games at the casino, never gambled. We were given a total of $20 each for signing up and using our vouchers. Plus, we were each given a $5 food voucher for the restaurant so we had a bite to eat too. Neither of us used all of our $20 gambling money so we just kept the rest. I don't get the machines at all, I just had fun pulling the handle down and anticpating all the gold bars lining up, but that never happened. The casino is busy with people aged 50 and up. Some of them are on a casino bus tour. I never knew that there was such a thing as a casino bus tour trip. I wonder how many of these people are addicted to gambling.
Interesting experience.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Travel Log - Day 1
Maple Rige, BC - Banff, Alberta ~ 923km
We started out from Maple Ridge because we were spending time with my aunt post-surgery. I left Vancouver Island on Sunday and my mom left the island on the Friday before me. After spending a couple of days with my mom's sister while she recovered, we decided that we would leave on Tuesday, September 1st as planned.
Our first stop was Boston Bar, BC and this town is the stereotypical small town with its small town eateries. We stopped here for lunch and listened to the many stories of Candy the server. She had lots to tell of her life....this is what I was hoping to experience - lives of Canadians all over the country.
Next stop, Kamloops, BC whereupon getting out of the car my mother's paranoia strikes and she inquires "I smell smoke, do you smell smoke?". This concerns her because her sister smelled smoke quite often for which she sought medical attention and that was when it was discovered that she had a aneurysm that needed immediate removal. I remind my mother of the huge forest fires currently burning in this area of BC...."Oh right, yeah the fires".
While passing through Golden, BC, I wonder how this town got its name. Minutes later, as the sun went down behind the jagged mountain peaks it caused an explosion of sun rays to stretch out over the sky which in turn, laid a brilliant, golden blanket over the land....hence the name, I suppose. It was unlike any sunset I've ever witnessed; a gift of golden brilliance.
We arrived in Banff at 9:30pm right after a storm had hit which caused a power outage, but the power had come back on when we got into town. We didn't see the storm on our way, it must have been coming from another direction. We checked into the Best Western, Banff. Lovely, clean and comfortable and includes a continental breakfast.
~ move clock ahead one hour it's mountain time~
We started out from Maple Ridge because we were spending time with my aunt post-surgery. I left Vancouver Island on Sunday and my mom left the island on the Friday before me. After spending a couple of days with my mom's sister while she recovered, we decided that we would leave on Tuesday, September 1st as planned.
Our first stop was Boston Bar, BC and this town is the stereotypical small town with its small town eateries. We stopped here for lunch and listened to the many stories of Candy the server. She had lots to tell of her life....this is what I was hoping to experience - lives of Canadians all over the country.
Next stop, Kamloops, BC whereupon getting out of the car my mother's paranoia strikes and she inquires "I smell smoke, do you smell smoke?". This concerns her because her sister smelled smoke quite often for which she sought medical attention and that was when it was discovered that she had a aneurysm that needed immediate removal. I remind my mother of the huge forest fires currently burning in this area of BC...."Oh right, yeah the fires".
While passing through Golden, BC, I wonder how this town got its name. Minutes later, as the sun went down behind the jagged mountain peaks it caused an explosion of sun rays to stretch out over the sky which in turn, laid a brilliant, golden blanket over the land....hence the name, I suppose. It was unlike any sunset I've ever witnessed; a gift of golden brilliance.
We arrived in Banff at 9:30pm right after a storm had hit which caused a power outage, but the power had come back on when we got into town. We didn't see the storm on our way, it must have been coming from another direction. We checked into the Best Western, Banff. Lovely, clean and comfortable and includes a continental breakfast.
~ move clock ahead one hour it's mountain time~
Monday, August 31, 2009
Dear family,
As Gramma and I are about to begin on our adventure of many potential surprises and endless unknowns, I find myself feeling very fortunate to be able to spend this time, this road trip, with my mom. We will have a whole month of moments to reminisce about, reflect upon and recall over the coming years.
I know that I will miss you all terribly over the days and weeks to come. And I will be absent from your lives for a month. I think about all of the nuances and moments for which I will not be present. Instead, during the month I'm away, I will be creating and experiencing moments in my own life and sharing many of those with my own mother. I am truly thankful.
With much love, gratitude and appreciation.
I know that I will miss you all terribly over the days and weeks to come. And I will be absent from your lives for a month. I think about all of the nuances and moments for which I will not be present. Instead, during the month I'm away, I will be creating and experiencing moments in my own life and sharing many of those with my own mother. I am truly thankful.
With much love, gratitude and appreciation.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The 6th of the 6th
I've been double tagged to find the sixth picture, in the sixth picture file,
and write about it.
This is my little Hanna, four years ago, she's eight in this picture. I have to laugh because there she is with a camera in her hand, she's always with a camera. She looks sad, maybe Poppa said something sour, as he looks kind of smiley, but she appears quite glum.
I see she's wearing her cute "ladybug" pants - the little pink circles on her jeans are ladybugs.
Shawn took each of the three older kids for a one-on-one trip to his dad's house, Poppa's house, in North Vancouver. Here they are walking through Shawn's favourite park. As a kid, Cates Park, was one of his favourite places to spend lots of time.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Wishing
They've been wishing ~
Mackenzie for a piano and lessons again,
Hanna for a guitar with which to sing,
Owen wishes to go fishing everyday,
their mom is wishing too,
for all the above,
plus a camera.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday's Fanciful Frolickings
At the end of Singing Sands Road,
is a good place to fish, we've been told.
Wind
in her hair,
she feels the salt water and sand,
Wind
in her hair,
she feels the salt water and sand,
and he scoops crabs
by hand.
Bull kelp, mosses and weeds,
skipping stones,
and a sand dollar, all found by the sea.
This sand is ours,
and theirs.....
how splendid to just, be.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Growing up
With their breakfast of English muffins and tea, they settle in to watch "What Not to Wear". When all the breakfast breaks end, we begin to read. Hanna looks up the word haughty, haughtily in the dictionary and then informs us of its meaning. We discuss Celts, Anglo-Saxons, the pope and Britain. While I read, they get creative.
Owen made more Geomag creations.
Owen made more Geomag creations.
Mackenzie finished her swirly picture.
Owen drew this guy with a green Mohawk poking through his black bandanna.
Hanna made herself a hideout and later brought her lamp into it so she could read.
While waiting for his sisters to get ready, Owen shot some hoops.
The girls' personal hygiene took over an hour today. The two of them sat side-by-side on the edge of the bathtub shaving their legs. Once we'd all eaten and were finally ready for the day we went to homeschool skating and
I forgot the camera.
When we got home they rode off to the candy store, each with a dollar in their pocket. They want five cent candies, but there's tax to pay. "How many can we get?" I suggested they check with the storekeeper once they get there.
They got nineteen candies for a dollar.
They get caught in a
sudden and heavy down pouring of hail!
After dinner, Hoop Girls.
On the way there, they ask when they can start to wear make-up!
"Our friend just turned thirteen today and she's allowed to wear make-up now because she's thirteen and she had make-up on today, at skating. On 'What Not to Wear' they use liquid eyeliner, it works good for upper eye lids. If you make a mistake then you can just blend in some eye shadow and it'll look great. Can we wear make-up when we turn thirteen? I want to buy some liquid eye liner because it looks really good. The lady on the show looked so pretty after they did her make-up."
Hmmmm......make-up, shaving legs, over an hour for personal hygiene......ohhh...my little girls!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
TV again
The news is on and a university in Vancouver is talking about constructing a gondola for its students to get to classes quicker and easier. Owen pipes up to say, "I thought a gondola was a boat with a guy in it with a long pole to push the boat along on the water?"
Again, I ask, "How do you know that?"
"It was on TV on George Shrinks", says he.
Being the last child of four, he watches way more TV than the others did.
Because I was going to be a mom that "picked" not to have cable in my house so my kids would be more creative and imaginative without TV....that....that...."time waster!".
Survivor Man has informed him of much, just as Dirty Jobs, How It's Made, cooking shows AND George Shrinks.
Of course its American Idol night tonight......what will go on in their individual brains while watching that show?
Again, I ask, "How do you know that?"
"It was on TV on George Shrinks", says he.
Being the last child of four, he watches way more TV than the others did.
Because I was going to be a mom that "picked" not to have cable in my house so my kids would be more creative and imaginative without TV....that....that...."time waster!".
Survivor Man has informed him of much, just as Dirty Jobs, How It's Made, cooking shows AND George Shrinks.
Of course its American Idol night tonight......what will go on in their individual brains while watching that show?
Dreaming
After breakfast, pet jobs and lounging in PJ's until 10ish, some reading aloud was done. I read a chapter from Family Under the Bridge and a chapter of Story of the World 2.
While reading, Mackenzie continued with her swirly picture, colouring it in with Sharpies. She likes their vibrancy and strength.
Owen worked in his drawing book, he's been dreaming of fishing.
Hanna worked on her drawing/sketching pad for a while.
After Owen finished his picture, he played with Geomags. When Hanna finished her drawing, she joined him. They made shapes which turned into a race tracks with a car.
During the reading, many discussions flowed as per usual. In Family Under the Bridge the word francs posed questions which led to listing off all the different currencies they could think of. They want to know more about world currencies so we'll try and find a good book that has pictures too. Other topics discussed: bards, Britain, France, England, Celts, Beowulf, Seine River, "where would homeless Armand have collected his 'scraps of food'?".
Once the reading was over, Owen's dream to go fishing came true.
Before Owen went to get his filling done at the dentist, they went fishing with their dad.
Mackenzie caught a big one and they marked its length on the net.
Since they do "catch and release type" fishing they wanted to take pictures, make markings on the net to
record the size, and then get out the measuring tape ~ 16.5 inches!
The fishers were hungry for a snack and then it was time to video game with Dad. After dinner tonight, it's American Idol.
The fishers were hungry for a snack and then it was time to video game with Dad. After dinner tonight, it's American Idol.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Best Picture
And the Oscar for Best Picture goes to.......Slumdog Millionaire! That's my vote anyway. Even though I've only seen it and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button - That's my vote.
It was outstanding.
I really don't think seeing Milk, The Reader or Frost/Nixon will change my mind. I don't think any of those pictures will even come close.
I think this will be one of those years where the Oscars are scattered. No one film will score big for the night.
These are my votes for this year:
It was outstanding.
I really don't think seeing Milk, The Reader or Frost/Nixon will change my mind. I don't think any of those pictures will even come close.
I think this will be one of those years where the Oscars are scattered. No one film will score big for the night.
These are my votes for this year:
- Leading Actor - Sean Penn 'Milk'
- Leading Actress - Kate Winslet 'The Reader'
- Supporting Actor - Hmmmm, will they give it to Heath? - I'm pulling for Robert Downy as he transformed himself in 'Tropic Thunder, but so did Heath in 'Dark Night' - tough one
- Supporting Actress - Taraji P. Henson "Curious Case'
- Best Picture - 'Slumdog Millionaire'
Can't wait to see the outcome and hear all the speeches. I love good movies. My definition of a good movie is one that transports me intellectually - teaches me something; moves me emotionally - I feel a strong connection to the characters' lives; engaging in sight and sound - I want to feel like I'm there or at the very least enjoy the colours, sights, sounds, costumes and make-up.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday's Mindful Moments
A few weeks ago, a tribal mate and I were sharing a deep conversation. The topic was on the lifestyles we've "picked" for our families. As the conversation moved along, I was expressing that I've picked this lifestyle for my family, more specifically for my kids, because it's what I prefer.
I picked homeschooling. I have no idea whether this lifestyle is going to be fondly remembered by my kids when they are adults. Being kids, they have no reference point, no life experience to gauge this lifestyle by or from so they don't know - yet. As we talked further, I then spoke of picking things that I feel are important, wonderful and worthy experiences while parenting and living. I am keenly aware that everyone has completely different perceptions within my family, within relationships; from person to person these perceptions can vary dramatically. I know this.
She then went on to share a story that her own mother had experienced. My friend, being one of eleven kids growing up, although she had not homeschooled, several of her siblings had and some still are. Her mom had mentioned (to my friend) one time, that an event that she (her mom) thought was amazing to do with the kids, was not perceived the same way by the kids years later. Three vividly remembered and enjoyed the event, three did not like it at all, and three don't even remember it happening. An excellent control group to prove the "perception" point.
What I believe I know: as long as I love my kids, respect them, honour them, listen to them, have on-going conversations with them, support them, and stay connected to them; all the other stuff is just ~ stuff. And whatever they get from the stuff or don't get from the stuff ~ is just that. It is what it is.
I pick ~ reading to them because I enjoy it. I pick ~ getting them do some math because I like them to work their brains that way. I pick and they pick ~ many things during the day, but I know there are no guarantees that they will remember it, learn from it, make any connections with it or to it. I'm not in their brains, I can't see what's happening. And whatever is happening is completely individual. I do feel fortunate though, that through our wonderful conversations "I" get to hear them, listen to them, hold them, hug them, and be with them because, after all, ~ that's what I pick.
Everything else is just stuff.
Layers of stuff to go on top of a foundation that has been, hopefully, built strong.
It is what it is.
The years teach much which the days never know.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
I picked homeschooling. I have no idea whether this lifestyle is going to be fondly remembered by my kids when they are adults. Being kids, they have no reference point, no life experience to gauge this lifestyle by or from so they don't know - yet. As we talked further, I then spoke of picking things that I feel are important, wonderful and worthy experiences while parenting and living. I am keenly aware that everyone has completely different perceptions within my family, within relationships; from person to person these perceptions can vary dramatically. I know this.
She then went on to share a story that her own mother had experienced. My friend, being one of eleven kids growing up, although she had not homeschooled, several of her siblings had and some still are. Her mom had mentioned (to my friend) one time, that an event that she (her mom) thought was amazing to do with the kids, was not perceived the same way by the kids years later. Three vividly remembered and enjoyed the event, three did not like it at all, and three don't even remember it happening. An excellent control group to prove the "perception" point.
What I believe I know: as long as I love my kids, respect them, honour them, listen to them, have on-going conversations with them, support them, and stay connected to them; all the other stuff is just ~ stuff. And whatever they get from the stuff or don't get from the stuff ~ is just that. It is what it is.
I pick ~ reading to them because I enjoy it. I pick ~ getting them do some math because I like them to work their brains that way. I pick and they pick ~ many things during the day, but I know there are no guarantees that they will remember it, learn from it, make any connections with it or to it. I'm not in their brains, I can't see what's happening. And whatever is happening is completely individual. I do feel fortunate though, that through our wonderful conversations "I" get to hear them, listen to them, hold them, hug them, and be with them because, after all, ~ that's what I pick.
Everything else is just stuff.
Layers of stuff to go on top of a foundation that has been, hopefully, built strong.
It is what it is.
The years teach much which the days never know.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Saturday, February 7, 2009
It's a tradition
Along with their dad and nana, they stand and sing "O Canada".
They eat wieners and beans.
They scream at and cheer for the players on TV.
They paint their faces and wear their Canucks hats.
They are excited fans.
And thanks to these dedicated fans (so they'd like to think),
They eat wieners and beans.
They scream at and cheer for the players on TV.
They paint their faces and wear their Canucks hats.
They are excited fans.
And thanks to these dedicated fans (so they'd like to think), the Canucks win the game tonight!
Their dad is pleased and proud to carry, henceforth, this tradition.
Go Canucks!
Monday, January 26, 2009
A quiet place
Even thought it's freezing, this is a wonderful and peaceful place
to fall into
Inkheart.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Snapshot Sunday
I thought I'd give this fun idea a try. I need (more like want) a camera that I can call my own and then I'd like to learn how to get creative taking pictures!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Voices in my head
My inner dialogue natters on all day long. I question, assess, ponder, evaluate, analyze, all day. The voices can drive me crazy and make me feel anxious. As evening approaches, the voices begin to abate and as darkness falls I observe my people just being and doing. I feel just like Benjamin Button in The Curious Case when he says something that sounds like "I like the nighttime best when everyone is sleeping and I can hear them breathing. I feel safe." Yes, at night I feel safe when all my people are here. Comfort wraps around me like my cozy, fleecy blanket. I feel warm and relaxed. The voices in my head have hushed. I'm at peace. I feel calm. Then I go to sleep. I wake up....
And the voices start all over again!
I've been spending too much time in the house this fall and winter. I'm looking forward to the kids' spring activities starting up. It's time to have outings with the kids now that the days aren't so cold. I need distraction and detachment from the voices. I need connection with nature.
And the voices start all over again!
I've been spending too much time in the house this fall and winter. I'm looking forward to the kids' spring activities starting up. It's time to have outings with the kids now that the days aren't so cold. I need distraction and detachment from the voices. I need connection with nature.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Ten minute bathroom conversations
These happen daily as Shawn is getting ready for work in the morning around 7:30ish. Owen, without fail (unless he's exhausted and still sleeping) springs out of bed and plunks himself down on the porcelain throne to have a ten minute bathroom conversation with his dad. These are priceless moments for me to overhear.
Yesterday Owen is chatting on and then attempts to read something that I'm guessing is on some hair product bottle:
Saaaa......saaaannnnn......saaaannnnns.....sans....sans?
Yeah, it's French for without.
Oh. Sansa, sensa, sensay.
That's really not a word Owen.
Yeah, you know sansay...or....sensay....a Chinese fighting teacher.
Oh right, Sansei. Yeah.
I'm in bed thinking two things:
1)I'm ignorant about Chinese fighting teachers
2) Where has he heard this term?
I look for the word in the dictionary and its defined as: A third generation Japanese American.
I guess an elder teacher of sorts? Where did he hear about this? He tells me on the cartoon Kim Possible, the martial arts teacher had been addressed as Sansei....something.
Interesting.
Today, the bathroom conversation begins with Owen chattering and then:
Dad, aren't you excited about the ribs that Grandma's cooking tonight? I love ribs.
Yum, oh yeah, I can't wait.
I think I'll be dead by the time they find out if aliens really exist. I really wanna know.
Yeah, I don't know if they'll find out or not.
Did you know it takes about five days to get to the moon.
Really?
Yeah, I think it's like 105 hours.
So, that's between four and five days I guess.
Dad, I don't think we'll ever be able to go to the moon together.
Probably not.
Ahh, the moments that would not be if we were in a morning rush.
Yesterday Owen is chatting on and then attempts to read something that I'm guessing is on some hair product bottle:
Saaaa......saaaannnnn......saaaannnnns.....sans....sans?
Yeah, it's French for without.
Oh. Sansa, sensa, sensay.
That's really not a word Owen.
Yeah, you know sansay...or....sensay....a Chinese fighting teacher.
Oh right, Sansei. Yeah.
I'm in bed thinking two things:
1)I'm ignorant about Chinese fighting teachers
2) Where has he heard this term?
I look for the word in the dictionary and its defined as: A third generation Japanese American.
I guess an elder teacher of sorts? Where did he hear about this? He tells me on the cartoon Kim Possible, the martial arts teacher had been addressed as Sansei....something.
Interesting.
Today, the bathroom conversation begins with Owen chattering and then:
Dad, aren't you excited about the ribs that Grandma's cooking tonight? I love ribs.
Yum, oh yeah, I can't wait.
I think I'll be dead by the time they find out if aliens really exist. I really wanna know.
Yeah, I don't know if they'll find out or not.
Did you know it takes about five days to get to the moon.
Really?
Yeah, I think it's like 105 hours.
So, that's between four and five days I guess.
Dad, I don't think we'll ever be able to go to the moon together.
Probably not.
Ahh, the moments that would not be if we were in a morning rush.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Monday's Mindful Moments
During the past few days, I've been feeling anxious, grumpy and restricted like a prisoner trapped in a web.
We've been enrolled with the same program for five years. It's begun to change. The woman (teacher) with whom we signed on to be our guide and mentor has now retired and so begins the change.
I've had moments throughout the five years where I don't feel like I'm aligned with my own values about homeschooling, but I've been able to overcome them knowing that we had someone whom I felt truly supported us on our path. This past week I feel like I'm living a lie. I'm trying to be someone living a way that is following an agenda that I don't pick. I want to be with a program that honours my kids, all of their choices and validates everything and anything we/they choose to do.
Owen wanted to order this and this with his funding. Only problem is, they don't match up with any learning outcomes for grade four. Oh, but they could for grade five, just not in grade four. I haven't heard back from her since I wrote that I thought they could meet outcomes for: comprehending written instructions or directions; follows written instructions or charts or diagrams. It's just stupid because the outcomes are arbitrarily decided upon. Because of the outcomes, the making of these robots does not fall into his specific grade level, therefore they are deemed unworthy and not fundable. BLAH!
If my kids learn at home next year, then I'm going to go with the program which we only stayed in for week ( a year and a half ago ) because I was overwhelmed and it felt, at the time, like too much writing. I like writing so what was my problem? Change, that's what. I'm ready for the change this time because it is far more aligned with my beliefs.
I have to find a way to earn some money. My kids are still too young for us to take in a foster child and all of the potential issues. I'm waiting for a sign, some kind of sign to point me in a direction that will work for our family. A direction that has me earning money, the schedule doesn't affect everyone too much and my kids can continue to learn at home.
Today there are too many little things pecking away at my brain and I need to start seeing all the little things that aren't. Like my kids dancing and singing and playing. The sun shining all over the maple tree which thaws its frosty branches and then it looks like it's raining only under the tree.
No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams. ~Jesse Jackson~
We've been enrolled with the same program for five years. It's begun to change. The woman (teacher) with whom we signed on to be our guide and mentor has now retired and so begins the change.
I've had moments throughout the five years where I don't feel like I'm aligned with my own values about homeschooling, but I've been able to overcome them knowing that we had someone whom I felt truly supported us on our path. This past week I feel like I'm living a lie. I'm trying to be someone living a way that is following an agenda that I don't pick. I want to be with a program that honours my kids, all of their choices and validates everything and anything we/they choose to do.
Owen wanted to order this and this with his funding. Only problem is, they don't match up with any learning outcomes for grade four. Oh, but they could for grade five, just not in grade four. I haven't heard back from her since I wrote that I thought they could meet outcomes for: comprehending written instructions or directions; follows written instructions or charts or diagrams. It's just stupid because the outcomes are arbitrarily decided upon. Because of the outcomes, the making of these robots does not fall into his specific grade level, therefore they are deemed unworthy and not fundable. BLAH!
If my kids learn at home next year, then I'm going to go with the program which we only stayed in for week ( a year and a half ago ) because I was overwhelmed and it felt, at the time, like too much writing. I like writing so what was my problem? Change, that's what. I'm ready for the change this time because it is far more aligned with my beliefs.
I have to find a way to earn some money. My kids are still too young for us to take in a foster child and all of the potential issues. I'm waiting for a sign, some kind of sign to point me in a direction that will work for our family. A direction that has me earning money, the schedule doesn't affect everyone too much and my kids can continue to learn at home.
Today there are too many little things pecking away at my brain and I need to start seeing all the little things that aren't. Like my kids dancing and singing and playing. The sun shining all over the maple tree which thaws its frosty branches and then it looks like it's raining only under the tree.
No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams. ~Jesse Jackson~
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Seeing the list makes me feel better
I enjoy reading out loud to my kids. I had hoped to try and read about ten novels a year. Nice fantasy. When I updated this list today, I could see that I've only read about four to five a year. That's okay, I'm feel pretty good, because even though the list has been built over a six and a half year period, it sure looks long standing on its own.
I'm content.
I'm content.
- Little House in the Big Woods
- Little House on the Prairie
- Charlotte's Web
- Trumpet of the Swan
- Farmer Boy
- Anne of Green Gables
- The Magician's Nephew
- On the Banks of Plum Creek
- The Swiss Family Robinson
- The Hundred Dresses
- Sarah, Plain and Tall
- Skylark
- Caleb's Story
- Harry Potter (#1)
- Amish Adventure
- Underground to Canada
- Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry
- Twenty and Ten
- Owl's in the Family
- Mr. Popper's Penguin
- Island of the Blue Dolphins
- White Lilly
- My Side of the Mountain
- The Endless Steppe
- Factory Girl
- Indian Captive
- A Chance Child
- Julie and the Wolves - audiobook
- Lilly's Crossing - audiobook
- Where the Red Fern Grows - audiobook
Monday, January 12, 2009
Monday's Mindful Moments
Sisterhood: It's powerful, magnificent and treasured.
When we first moved here from Vancouver, it took me about five years to feel like this new place was home. During the first year on the island, my belly was growing our first child and I attended a small play group in the very rural area in which we lived. The group of women there were funny, friendly and had children, but they partied a lot.
After that first year, we then settled into our duplex of nine years which was about thirty minutes from where we had lived rurally. I didn't keep in contact with that group of women because I didn't feel deeply connected to them. That's the thing about me, I'm always deep and looking for meaningful moments.
It wasn't until Mitch was two, that I started going to another play group. It was at that same play group, three years later, that I connected with a group of women. I started a woman's, once a month, group. The premise was to meet once a month at each other's homes (since there were twelve women) each woman only had to host once a year. From that group stemmed a book club, running group (Sole Sisters) and other get-togethers. It was really what I needed at that time in my life.
People come in to your life for a reason, a season, a short time and sometimes a lifetime. I believe that that particular group of women came into my life for a reason (connection), a season (raising very young children) and a short time (four years). But, I was still needing something deeper; I needed like-minded people. After reading The Editor's Journal titled "Language Helps us Find Our Tribe" in Life Learning Magazine, I realize now, that's what I was seeking all along. It wasn't until I started homeschooling that I began meeting so many people that shared the same "language" as me.
When I became fortunate enough to meet Dana, Sheri, Kristen and Nancy through homeschooling, I now know, I found my "tribe". A group of women with whom I am able to be myself without fear of judgement, who support me and my choices, but also have the courage to challenge my thinking on many subjects and levels; they speak my "language". They have come to me for a reason ( deep, meaningful connection of women who also homeschool ) a season (older children and I'm older too) and they've come to me, hopefully, for a lifetime.
When we first moved here from Vancouver, it took me about five years to feel like this new place was home. During the first year on the island, my belly was growing our first child and I attended a small play group in the very rural area in which we lived. The group of women there were funny, friendly and had children, but they partied a lot.
After that first year, we then settled into our duplex of nine years which was about thirty minutes from where we had lived rurally. I didn't keep in contact with that group of women because I didn't feel deeply connected to them. That's the thing about me, I'm always deep and looking for meaningful moments.
It wasn't until Mitch was two, that I started going to another play group. It was at that same play group, three years later, that I connected with a group of women. I started a woman's, once a month, group. The premise was to meet once a month at each other's homes (since there were twelve women) each woman only had to host once a year. From that group stemmed a book club, running group (Sole Sisters) and other get-togethers. It was really what I needed at that time in my life.
People come in to your life for a reason, a season, a short time and sometimes a lifetime. I believe that that particular group of women came into my life for a reason (connection), a season (raising very young children) and a short time (four years). But, I was still needing something deeper; I needed like-minded people. After reading The Editor's Journal titled "Language Helps us Find Our Tribe" in Life Learning Magazine, I realize now, that's what I was seeking all along. It wasn't until I started homeschooling that I began meeting so many people that shared the same "language" as me.
When I became fortunate enough to meet Dana, Sheri, Kristen and Nancy through homeschooling, I now know, I found my "tribe". A group of women with whom I am able to be myself without fear of judgement, who support me and my choices, but also have the courage to challenge my thinking on many subjects and levels; they speak my "language". They have come to me for a reason ( deep, meaningful connection of women who also homeschool ) a season (older children and I'm older too) and they've come to me, hopefully, for a lifetime.
Some People
by
Rachel Field
Isn't it strange some people make
You feel so tired inside,
Your thoughts begin to shrivel up
Like leaves all brown and dried!
But when you're with some other ones,
It's stranger still to find
Your thoughts as thick as fireflies
All shiny in your mind!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
190.2
Just a few changes:
- eliminate sweets
- drink tea in the morning and late afternoon - when most needed
- eat something different for breakfast every day
- eat fairly healthy meals and portions
- get moving
We've been rearranging furniture to accommodate a home gym. The room is still not in gym fashion, but at least the treadmill is set up and running. The kids have been really enjoying it and so have I. We hope to get some weights and workout mats soon and hang the heavy bag.
Breathe in - courage and strength; Breathe out - addiction and attachment
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