I have been riveted to the telly this week. Watching the Egyptians struggle for freedom as I sit safely in the warmth and security of my home has been surreal. I only hope that now they are rid of their dictator, they will be able to enjoy the democracy that suits their people. I wish them the peace and the luxury of free speech that we in Canada enjoy. Their struggle to make Egypt a thriving country has just begun but oh, my --- what a wonderful start. I salute the brave women and men of Egypt.
Harriet and I went to our favourite scrapbooking store for a party today! It was her"coming out' event. LOL. We had pizza and drinks in the back room of the store. It was a fun hour as we shared stories and laughs. Thanks Harriet, for hosting this lunch. Of course, we had a few new toys find their way into our shopping baskets.
All in all, it has been a fabulous day. Let those freedom bells ring.
Cheers from Donna
Cuddling with Grandpa
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
What a Life!
I am spending lots of time playing these days! I love my kobo - an e-reader. I also love all my toys in my craft room and of course, I would "just die" if I didn't have my computer(s). None of these relaxing days would be happening except for my fairy godmother Lesya who spent four hours here today, scrubbing and shining up our home. She is a treasure.
My friend Harriet broke her foot a couple of weeks ago. As her husband works full time. I have been her companion for her doctor appointments.
We had a quite an adventure on Monday. I took her to the cast clinic at the hospital. I got the complimentary wheelchair that sits at the information booth in the rotunda; stuffed Harriet into the seat (without doing too much damage to her poor foot) ; wheeled her into the hospital and then parked my car. After her cast was sawed off, we were told to go across the street where she would be fitted for her walking boot. I, in my infinite wisdom and with no other obvious choice, decided to wheel her over to the Brandon Clinic for her procedure. Bad move! The street was rutted and impossible to traverse with this chair. We got stuck in the middle of the street. Thankfully, a fellow kindly helped us out of the predicament and with his strength pushed Harriet to safety. We were in business again. Down to the basement we decended in the elevator. Whammo - the ramp was steep, too steep for me to be in control of the chair. I had to brake sharply and nearly sent Harrriet flying --- into the brick wall at the base of the ramp!
By now, the silliness had us in paroxisms of laughter. All was well, she got her boot and I took her to the exit at the other end of the building. I walked back to the hospital parking lot, drove over to the clinic and picked up my passenger. Oh dear, I still have the wheel chair to return. Harriet suggested I load it in the car and drive back as I had to retreive her crutches anyway. I pushed and pulled, twisted and turned but the darned thing would not fit. A couple of helpful fellows came over and they pushed and pulled until voila! They succeeded. Back to the hospital we drove; pulled up to the ten minute parking zone and tried to remove the chair from my car. I pulled and pushed, turned and twisted. swore and laughed but it was there to stay. A lovely young Hutterite lady got out of her van to help me. She gave up and went back to her vehicle.Again, a good samaritan came to our rescue. He struggled for some time before he succeeded. Thank goodness. I don't have a wheelchair living permanently in my back seat!
So to all the friendly Manitobans who helped a couple of antique women, I salute you!
Cheers from Donna
My friend Harriet broke her foot a couple of weeks ago. As her husband works full time. I have been her companion for her doctor appointments.
We had a quite an adventure on Monday. I took her to the cast clinic at the hospital. I got the complimentary wheelchair that sits at the information booth in the rotunda; stuffed Harriet into the seat (without doing too much damage to her poor foot) ; wheeled her into the hospital and then parked my car. After her cast was sawed off, we were told to go across the street where she would be fitted for her walking boot. I, in my infinite wisdom and with no other obvious choice, decided to wheel her over to the Brandon Clinic for her procedure. Bad move! The street was rutted and impossible to traverse with this chair. We got stuck in the middle of the street. Thankfully, a fellow kindly helped us out of the predicament and with his strength pushed Harriet to safety. We were in business again. Down to the basement we decended in the elevator. Whammo - the ramp was steep, too steep for me to be in control of the chair. I had to brake sharply and nearly sent Harrriet flying --- into the brick wall at the base of the ramp!
By now, the silliness had us in paroxisms of laughter. All was well, she got her boot and I took her to the exit at the other end of the building. I walked back to the hospital parking lot, drove over to the clinic and picked up my passenger. Oh dear, I still have the wheel chair to return. Harriet suggested I load it in the car and drive back as I had to retreive her crutches anyway. I pushed and pulled, twisted and turned but the darned thing would not fit. A couple of helpful fellows came over and they pushed and pulled until voila! They succeeded. Back to the hospital we drove; pulled up to the ten minute parking zone and tried to remove the chair from my car. I pulled and pushed, turned and twisted. swore and laughed but it was there to stay. A lovely young Hutterite lady got out of her van to help me. She gave up and went back to her vehicle.Again, a good samaritan came to our rescue. He struggled for some time before he succeeded. Thank goodness. I don't have a wheelchair living permanently in my back seat!
So to all the friendly Manitobans who helped a couple of antique women, I salute you!
Cheers from Donna
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Oh Canada
Oh my. It is so very cold today. This week we have been in a very deep, deep freeze. The temperature did improve but the wind was so fierce the chill penetrated right through my bones.
I have been watching the terrible situation in Egypt. Thankfully, Rick's family escaped the violence. They were on the first flight Canada chartered from Cairo. It was a time fraught with danger for them. They were among those who had to pay the guards $2000.00 before they were allowed on the plane. After the money was extorted, the Egyptians tried to force them back to their homes and abort their flight. I am sure that as cold as Brandon is this week, their welcome home was warmer than one could imagine. We are so lucky to be Canadians. There are worse things than our climate. Freedom is sacred.
The Lieutenant Governor's Festival starts tomorrow. Jim and our neighbour have plans to attend. Good for them. I don't like standing in line ups since I broke my leg. The pain isn't worth the pleasure of the affair. Matthew used ot be the mascot for the German pavillion! He is really a mix of Anglosaxon and Hungarian; there is no German in his blood. LOL He was the right size to wear the lederhosen. That is where he started honing his public relations skills. I think that Pavillion has taken a hiatus this year.
Our little city has become quite the amalgam of cultures. When we moved here, there were very few different coloured skin tones. Now, we are such a mix. It make our town an exciting place to live. There are several sushi bars, a Korean restaurant, Italian, Greek and we even have a Newfie cafe! What a country!
Here's a toast to the greatest country in the world. Oh Canada!
Cheers from Donna
I have been watching the terrible situation in Egypt. Thankfully, Rick's family escaped the violence. They were on the first flight Canada chartered from Cairo. It was a time fraught with danger for them. They were among those who had to pay the guards $2000.00 before they were allowed on the plane. After the money was extorted, the Egyptians tried to force them back to their homes and abort their flight. I am sure that as cold as Brandon is this week, their welcome home was warmer than one could imagine. We are so lucky to be Canadians. There are worse things than our climate. Freedom is sacred.
The Lieutenant Governor's Festival starts tomorrow. Jim and our neighbour have plans to attend. Good for them. I don't like standing in line ups since I broke my leg. The pain isn't worth the pleasure of the affair. Matthew used ot be the mascot for the German pavillion! He is really a mix of Anglosaxon and Hungarian; there is no German in his blood. LOL He was the right size to wear the lederhosen. That is where he started honing his public relations skills. I think that Pavillion has taken a hiatus this year.
Our little city has become quite the amalgam of cultures. When we moved here, there were very few different coloured skin tones. Now, we are such a mix. It make our town an exciting place to live. There are several sushi bars, a Korean restaurant, Italian, Greek and we even have a Newfie cafe! What a country!
Here's a toast to the greatest country in the world. Oh Canada!
Cheers from Donna
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