This Thanksgiving, I’m grateful for so much.
First in my heart will always be my darling boy, who has grown into a kind and thoughtful man who (thankfully) doesn’t seem to share my penchant for anxiety. The dog is a close second–shh, don’t tell her that!
I have a job I’m learning to love. (Teaching kindergarten is my superpower!) My little students are exhausting but exhilarating. In just a few weeks of school, they’re already learned so much. Everyday we’re together, they make me a better teacher. If you’re not inspired by a room full of five year-olds, you’re beyond help.
I have a cozy little house with enough closet space and room for friends.
My fridge is always full, and between Netflix, my overflowing bookcase and a couple of Soduko books, I’m never bored.
Best of all, I’m looking forward to the future. (I’m already planning where to put the Christmas tree!)
It’s been a tough road, but I came through the darkness, and I’ve reached the light. (And the divorce is finally final!!!)
And Penny…she’s just thankful for the electric fire.
With hundreds of wildfires raging throughout the province, the government has declared a state of emergency.
Parts of BC currently have the worst air quality in the world.
I’m tempted to whine about the misery and inconvenience until I remember the brave firefighters who are literally risking their lives.
I have two words:
*Normally, the ocean is blue, and there’s a clear view of Texada Island in the near distance and the mountains of Vancouver behind it.
The three stages of welcoming a new to us chair:
Not quite sure about this piece, so perch uncomfortably on the foot stool.
Once a base level of acceptance has been reached, muscle in on the chair, pushing the occupant out of the way.
Finally, take over the entire chair (and fuzzy blanket)–ahhh!
And the award for most unsettling product name goes to…Baby Legs!
I’m slightly obsessed with water views.
Probably because I grew up in a house with unobstructed ocean views. I had no idea how special this was until I moved away–and lived in a succession of homes with less than stellar views.
I don’t have ocean views at my new place, but the view I have is pretty wonderful–I see mountains!
I find myself wandering to the window to look at “my” mountains throughout the day. (They’re constantly changing.) I’m even looking forward to seeing them dusted with snow come winter. I’ve never anticipated winter with anything other than dread, so this is huge!
I see mountains!
Should I have them for dinner?
It’s the neighbourly thing to do!
When you haven’t even removed the tag from your new chesterfield, and someone has already rearranged the throw cushions to make herself more comfortable.