I have a lovely story for you.  It’s a sad but beautiful story and it comes at the perfect time, because I have slowly been losing faith in people.

My father has spent most of his life as a roofer.  Roofing is a tough and unglamorous profession but it’s something he loved doing and took pride in it.  He didn’t make a lot of money doing it, but he made enough.

I remember when I was a kid, he went back to school to learn how to be an energy efficient roofer.  Going back to school in Halifax was not easy for my father.  But he did it.  And after many years of working for other roofing companies, he went out on his own to work for himself.

Dr. Abrial, my father’s palliative care doctor, is directing my parents in how he can die at home comfortably.  Getting a hospital bed was one of the things he advised them to do.  My mother looked into renting a bed, but in considering that my father, who has outlived expectations, by like, twelve months, mom thought it might be more economical to look into purchasing a used one.

Anyway, my mother, being ever so resourceful, asked around.  She asked my uncle, who is a driver for Senior Wheels, and he said he heard of someone trying to sell a hospital bed.  My mother and father drove up to see it one evening.

The man trying to sell this bed didn’t really want much for it.  He just wanted to get it out of his way.  He had it for his father who had Muscular Dystrophy.  He was young, had a young family and, ironically, was just starting out on his own as a roofer. Imagine that.

Anyway, my parents said they’d take it and that they’d have someone come and pick it up in the morning.  He was way up in Newburn and my parents live in Aburndale, about a 45-minute drive, it was late, and my parents drive an Echo.

He looked at my dad, who is getting weak and carries an oxygen tank, and he said to my dad, “You want to sleep in this bed tonight, don’t you?”  My dad, barley able to talk because of the growing tumor in his neck says, “No no, I’ll have someone come with a truck in the morning.”  The guy said, “No, me and my worker, we’ll load it on the truck and deliver it tonight.”

It was pitch dark when he and another guy delivered the bed as promised.  They carried down a fairly long driveway to the house, up the steps, moved the existing furniture and set it up.  My mother was telling me the story and we both fell apart.  See, that, what those young guys did,  that is something my father would have done, and probably did many times over.

He didn’t want to take anything for the bed.  My mother insisted.  Then dad laid in the bed, the first time he’s been able to lay down in months, opting instead for a recliner chair to keep the pressure off his chest.  Mom said he looked at her and said that, people are good, and it’s the thing he’ll miss most.

This might sound strange, but I don’t like to drink water.  It’s not one of those things that I crave.  I drink so little water that I think I’d be a great contestant for Survivor.

I don’t even like juice.  Too sweet.  Soda pop.  Yuck, I have one a year, a Pepsi, on ice, with rum at Christmas.  Milk? I’m trying not to do dairy and when I cheat, I’d much prefer to eat a wheel of brie cheese.

So what do I drink?  Well, I drink coffee and tea and wine, all stuff not good for you.  And this summer I’ve indulged.  I’ve had too much of all of it but not too much water, because I hate it and all. But I’ve found a way that I really love water, I can’t get enough of it.  It’s so simple and cheap, and if you know anyone who is like me and doesn’t like water but really wants to like it, send them this post, because they could learn to love it too.  It’s stupid simple really, but I’ve never done it before so why not share.

I have this HUGE jar (you know how I love jars).  It happens to hold 10 large glasses of water.  I fill it before bed and then add and ingredient.  I’ve been having a lot of fun with that.  Cucumber slices are my favorite, followed by watermelon chunks.  Tomato slices are surprisingly good, and apples slices make the water a tiny bit sweet.  Peach slices with a bit of mint, delicious.  Kiwi and blackberry are crazy good,  pea and lemon would surprise you and diced strawberry, amazing!!  It’s a great way to use up product that is too imperfect to eat.  I have no trouble finishing the jar of water, in fact, I find myself crazing it.  And I roam the produce section dreaming up waters.

So there you have it, how I learned to love water.

* editors note- because I’ve stopped drinking beer and wine, part of my no-carb diet, turn this delicious water into an low-cal alcoholic beverage by adding vodka and more fruit.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pee…again!

If I weren’t writing this blog here, I sometimes imagine what kind of a blog I’d write. There are several I could write.  One would be called, I died and went to Frenchy’s, where I’d post some of my finds and my Frenchy shopping technique, because, there is a technique you know!

Another would be just about Colin, who is fricken hilarious.  Colin is…I can’t explain it.  He just is.  He will rule the world one day just with his big personality.

But I think the best one would be called Sh!t my mom does, similar to the one that kid wrote about his dad, you know, Sh!t my dad says. He’s got nothin on the sh!t my mom does and I know it would be instantly picked up as a reality show.

You’ve read here a time or two how she calls this blog, “that thing you do on the world wide web. I’ve written before how she brainwashed us into fearing the affects of cucumber-pealing poisoning.  I may have written before how she’ll go in strangers gardens and steal a transplant just to add it to her’s.  Well, it was almost dead, she’ll say.

When we were kids, she’d go grocery shopping and if we went in the cupboard to get a cookie she’d say, Don’t eat those, I just bought those today! Apparently we were suppose to wait until they went stale.  Then she’d give up and say Oh- eat em’ then, eat em’ all. Which, sort of is the point of food.

She’d say things like, ‘Mayswell”, ‘you fellers’, and ‘as far as that goes’, thou, she never did tell us how far it went or what it actually was!

But the blog, Sh!t mom mom does would be hilarious and heartwarming, and mysterious. Like, when she babysits my kids.  She’ll move things.  She won’t move them far.  Just…weird subtle changes, just to let me know that, while it’s my house, that she knows best.  Like a chair in my living room.  Everyday when I’d get home, she’d move it on a diagonal, then I’d straighten it, which would be futile, because she’d put it on the diagonal again.

Most days, I’d come home from work and they’ll be one item that I can’t find.  David will say, Tina, where is the can opener? Why isn’t the can opener in the can opener drawer!  Tina… ‘think like Nancy’, if you were your mother, where would you put the can opener? I’ll search the house, and then in frustration, call her, I’ll say, Mom, what did you do with the can opener, and then she’d say, almost anticipating my call,  Oh, well, I put it by the cat’s food dish.  You fellers only use it to open up cat food as far as that goes, so I thought, mayswell put it there.

And sure, it drives me absolutely crazy!! Like…I can’t explain it crazy… what she doesn’t know, is that sometimes, I take pictures of weird sh!t my mom does in anticipation of the new blog I’m going to write on the world wide web.

Your honour, may I introduce Exhibit A.

This is where I put my coffee mugs…

When I return…this is what I find….

Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, I ask why?  How many pairs of scissors do I need and why do they need to be so visible?  I can only image that mom was looking for a pair of scissors and couldn’t find them, and got absolutely enraged about it.  Then, she went out and bought a half a dozen pairs, removed my coffee mugs, maybe even threw them out, and then used the hooks to hang the scissors, as if to say to me…there, there are your scissors.  Keep them there, or stop buying those  Mr. Freezies!!

That would be my introductory post. It’s sure to be a hit.

I’ve been on a real healthy/local food kick for a while now, I actually feel terrific and have lost some weight. What I’ve discovered, through trial and failure and then trial again, is that these subtle changes really do make a difference!

I’ve given up cream in my coffee.  Small thing.  Now, I can’t imagine putting cream in my coffee.  Another small thing is snacking at night.  That’s one of my several vices.  So now, I don’t have chips in the house.  I find having a good alternative to chips is helpful.  What could one eat as an alternative to potatoes chips you might ask?

Introducing…kale chips…my new favourite snack.

This is local kale in it’s raw state that I’ve broken apart in smallish pieces (make sure to remove the tough spine), tossed with olive oil, a little sea salt, malt vinegar and paprika.  Then, put it on a baking sheet for a few minutes at 325, keep your eyes on it, it will burn and turn bitter.  But once you get it to the perfect state, they’re crispy and delicious, good for you, helpful to local farmers and dare I say, even better than potato chips.  Yeah, I think I went too far there.

Not as good as potatoes chips, but they won’t make you bloat!

The summer is half over.  Can you believe it?  Me, not so much.

I’m sure it’s the crappy July that we had that makes it feel like we haven’t had a summer yet.  You can blame that on us.  Why?  We got a pool.  You can call it karma.

Anyway, since the summer is half over, I thought I’d share with you what I did with the kids when school ended.  We made a summer bucket list.

You know how you feel as a parent?  The summer comes to an end and you start feeling incredibly guilty because you didn’t really do anything all that fun?  No?  Well, I tend to feel that way, even thou they’ve spent the summer at the pool, on the tennis court and golf course, on the soccer field and on Backman’s Island.  Doesn’t matter what we’ve done, I feel guilty because of what we didn’t do.

So at the end of the school year, I had the boys think of what they wanted to do this summer, gave them a package of clothes pins and had them write one on each pin.

I told them to use their imagination, whatever they wanted to do, write it down.

Then we attached the pins to a bucket.  When we did one of the things on their list, they can put the pin in the bucket.

Our goal is to do everything on the list, take pictures of the things we do do, and the attach the pin to the picture.

Then when the teacher says, “what did you do this summer?” and my kids say “nothing”, I have proof that that simply isn’t true.