If we were having coffee you too would have stopped mid-sip and we would lock eyes because we just heard that today is National Sword Swallowing Day as was just announced on the CBC radio program I am listening to this morning.
Apparently it’s a tradition on the wane.
Well, who knew.
So anyway, today I will be jumping in my boat and heading to town soon to my mom’s place up island. She will be meeting with the people who will be moving her to her new sweet suite in the next few days. Can I get a Hallelujah?
This service is supplied by the Assisted Living Village and once the move date is set the action begins. They pack and unpack, AND hang all art work etc. all in one day- and that is fantastic.
The move is a big transition for all concerned, of course, but will have so many benefits for all concerned too, finally having her in our neck of the woods. No more long drives up and back.
Seems many my age have stories of “moving a parent.” I see and hear them everywhere. Stands to reason, there are sooo many Boomers out there doing exactly what I’m doing right at this time too. A zeitgeist perhaps?
It’s the opposite end of the spectrum of a young parent meeting other young parents with small children. Kind of. You share experiences good and bad and talk of challenges rife with concerns, worries, and conflicts.
SO I’ll let you go cause it is the weekend and I know you have a lot to do, getting outside to make the most of this (almost) spring day. Here on the West coast we have some sun and the birds have come back from winter, a welcome sound!
I had accomplished one hour of yoga, made some business phone calls, made some chocolate cupcakes, and checked the mail. And that’s it.
By the late afternoon I made some popcorn, plunked down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind was on and I settled in to watch- what’s got to be the 50th time over the years. So corny I know, the acting is laughable, but because I am one of those who watch a night sky in hopes of seeing ET, I get hooked in again and enjoy the ride. I Give myself permission today to indulge in being a couch potato.
It’s a down day. Not in mood but in activity. The rain is coming down, I have the house to myself and I’m reveling in my own company.
And oh what luck, on next is Young Frankenstein, one of my favourite movies with Gene Wilder, next to Blazing Saddles – Cloris Leachman – Love her Frau Blucher (cue neighing horses). Both of those movies I have also seen a gazillion times and can be heard speaking the dialogue along with the actors- annoying, but I’m here by myself so… excuse me now, Frodrick and Frankenstein are singing Puttin’ on the Ritz –
My husband brought these pieces home a few years ago after his parents passed away. Heavily tarnished and dark I put them away up in a cupboard and forgot about them.
Then one day I pulled them out thinking we might as well use the sugar bowl at least- you know what they say, don’t save the good china for only special occasions- silver in my case, you may die with regret otherwise.
I took out a cleaning solution I had under the kitchen sink and began rubbing the surface and it brightened beautifully. I came around the other side of the bowl and realized there was an inscription there so faint under the tarnish. I scrubbed to reveal the following, “Groot Hotel Berg en Dal.”
I went to the computer and began searching for this place and literally spent the entire afternoon trying to find any information on this Hotel. All the articles were not in English which didn’t help. Eventually I did find a photo on Ebay, and discovered that it was in the Netherlands. Bob seemed to think, from stories his dad told, that this might have been the place where the service men were sent for time off from the fight; a place to relax and rest up before going back to the front again, but reading up on a few mere scant articles that were in English written by war vets recounting their times, this Hotel seemed to be in the area that was in the thick of the fighting. So either my father-in-law was there and swept through the hotel and took a souvenir or someone else did and gave it to him later.
So as I again just recently gave these pieces a spruce up with a rag and cleaner I thought I’d share their story. I then also found when I turned them over to see if in fact they were silver, I discovered they are not. They are a good quality silver plate.
The company B.Bohrmann was founded in 1871 and according to the article I found the numbers on the right is the year it was made, the numbers on the left are unknown. So I can ascertain that the sugar bowl and creamer are from 1906.
So that’s the great story of our family silver (plate)!
Thought I’d share the arrival of the new appliance. Exciting I know.
This is one mode of transport by which many of the islands’ things come to us. They have a truck and boat trailer on the main island too and are able to take the skiff to any place to load directly, then simply launch and pull out on our island. And visa versa. Anything bigger than what the skiff can manage is brought over by barge- a large barge.
These guys are the bomb. Every other week they come around and do a garbage and recyclables collection for a small fee. Each spring they organize a Garden Run, bringing everything from fencing, manure, topsoil and potting mix, to what have you. Just put your request in and they’ll get it to your yard.
Up the access-
Up the slippery slope-
Up the steps-
And in. After the 2 hours it took flipping the door so it opens to the right, peppered with expletives of course,(Guy at Home Depot said, Oh yeah factory takes 10 minutes, you maybe 20, it’s easy!), I whipped up a pizza (I had dough I previously made, so no biggy) and Bob and I cracked some champagne and waited for the fridge to come to temp before I moved everything from the coolers we had outside.
A quiet Monday night was interrupted by a weird noise coming from the kitchen. Bob got up to check, came back saying he didn’t see anything. 20 minutes later again the noise, I went to see and found light smoke coming from what I thought was the basement but as I approached I could see it was coming from behind the fridge.
I called out and we pushed the fridge away from the wall and unplugged it. Yikes.
We pulled off the lower panel to have a closer look and found that a LOT of dust bunnies set up camp in there, so the intake fan probably wasn’t able to perform well. That and the fridge is 15 years on. I vacuumed it out and we let things cool down then we plugged it back in to see how it goes. Seemed good. Just needed a vacuuming. We returned to our cozy couch.
Then the noise, we jumped up to see a thin plume of black smoke, so not good.
Thus was the demise of the ice box. Luckily we have several coolers to employ while we wait for our new fridge this weekend.
Luckily this didn’t happen last weekend when we were away for the night.