Monday, June 19, 2017

Chuckles and Chortles

Happy Monday, everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. And I hope you all have a great week ahead. I've got a very busy day planned, so I'll get right to the funny stuff.

And away we go...

Have a good one!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

The First...

...most amazing man in the world in my life.

“That is your legacy on this Earth when you leave this Earth: how many hearts you touched.”

Always on my mind. Forever in my heart.

Happy Father's Day to all the great dads out there!

Saturday, June 17, 2017

This Week

Another week over and here’s some random stuff for you...

I’ve started downloading some garden plans. Our property has zero landscaping. Actually, that’s a lie. It has a little bit of landscaping that will be completely overhauled. There are two flower beds with very little in them and the little that is in them (some bushes and a few dull plants) will be removed. And we’ll add some curves to the planting areas to make them more visually appealing. And we'll plant trees. There isn’t a single tree on this property. We have a good-sized corner lot and I can easily see 2 – 3 beautiful trees on it. There is a lot of work to be done outside but that won’t happen until next spring. I’ve got lots of time until then to plan a nice garden.

Tomorrow is father’s day, which hasn’t meant the same since my dad died in 2007. I’ve been thinking a lot about him lately. He’s missed so many things in the past 10 years, particularly the changes, accomplishments and day-to-day goings-on of his two granddaughters, both of whom he’d be so proud of. He was an amazing man who left behind a legacy of love and kindness, and as the years go by, I appreciate more and more how fortunate I was to have had him as a father. I really hit the jackpot there.

One word that always comes to mind when I think about him is ‘tireless’. It sounds like an odd word to think of but if you knew my father like everyone who loved him did it would make sense. He was...well...tireless with the ones he loved. No matter how busy he was, no matter how far he’d have to go, no matter what was going on, no matter what was needed...he’d drop everything and be there for you. When I was hospitalized with postpartum depression (a story for another time), my father came to visit every single day. Rain or shine. Much to my surprise, he even came one day when there was a snowstorm. When my mother told him it wasn’t necessary to go in that weather and that I would understand, he said “I’m going. I don’t want our girl to feel alone.” I tear up whenever I remember moments like that. The world lost one of the good ones when he died. I’ll never stop missing him.

Yesterday was a busy day for us. I painted the downstairs bathroom and the most amazing man in the world ripped out some of the most disgusting carpet in the history of disgusting carpets. I only have the doors and the trim left to paint, which I’ll do on Monday, and then I’ll be helping out with the carpet removal, which will take some time. We’re moving slowly with these jobs because we’re not spring chickens anymore and neither one of us is in the mood for injuries.

Speaking of getting older, I ran across a great song while visiting one of my favourite blogs that I'd like to share with you. It’s called ‘When We Were Young’ by Passenger (stage name), an English singer-songwriter and musician. Oh boy does it stir emotions in me and bring up a whole bunch of memories. Reminds me once again that we should do what we want to do right now because the clock keeps ticking. Anyway, have a listen.

And that's all for this week. Happy weekend!