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A journey of exploration and discovery of who I am becoming during the aging process. A great big bang-up HURRAH! that I'm alive. A lot of talk about sundry and miscellaneous stuff & nonsense that may or may not have relevance; they may not even make sense (remember, I'm menopausal!). But I'm hoping they'll be fun.

Guess what sold?
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Yup! The "stuff". People loved my stuff! I had taken the time to put all the jewellery on cards so they were nicely displayed; that went like hot cakes.
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Our location was great; the sun didn't get around to our end of the house until just after noon. My darling daughter Molly surprised me with a delicious lunch.
... cream of tomato soup and these lovely sandwiches she created herself -- grilled whole grain bread spread lightly with mayo on one slice and dijon on the other, topped with processed mozzarella cheese and then sprinkled with feta, green onions and red peppers. They were soooo good!
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Then the sun came round and man! was it hot! Every time we seriously discussed closing up shop and packing things away, another car would drive up. We stuck it out until about 1:30 pm. The larger items went back inside (to be sold on Kijiji). Then we packed up the things I absolutely didn't want, and I dropped them off at The Daisy. By the time I got back, Molly had just about put everything else away. What an enormous help she was!.
We collapsed on the couch in front of the fan with a cold brew, and I pretended I was Milburn Drysdale. I made about $200 and gave my lovely assistant 20%. After a much necessary half hour snooze, I swept, vacuumed and tidied the house, showered and took us off for dinner.
Yum, yum! Indian food -
fish masala, vegetable pulea, nan bread and raita ... followed by the lightest, fluffiest, most delicious coconut cream cake. A good days work deserves a good dinner, don't ya think?
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There's naught to do now except put my feet up, thank God for his blessings and await the arrival of Irene. More prayers for that, I guess!
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TGIF! It's my last weekend of total freedom. And although my garden is looking mighty sad these day, I thought it best to take a few pictures today before we get hit by Hurricane Irene.





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Considering I began the day with a delicious dark-roast coffee and a flakey almond croisant at the Farmer's Market, I'd say I did well for my $30!
Wasn't it only yesterday that she was asking for crayons and pencils? And today, she's asking for the car keys! Yikes! When did that happen? When did we both grow up?
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I didn't get to Thursday's Confessions until today. But it is Sunday, the Lord's Day, (early Sunday -- like 12:27 AM) AND Sunday seems like a perfect day to be confessing (unless you're Catholic and you need to sit in that little booth on a certain day of the week) AND I am drinking wine (which is mentioned a number of times in the Bible). So, perhaps if I take my biblical glass of vino and drag the computer into the closet, it'll be okay to be 3 days late for Thursday's Confessions? Anyway, here goes.

In The Fall from Steve Cutts on Vimeo.
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The party just happened to coincide with the local Buskers Festival; so most people assumed that we were part of the entertainment. I felt like a celebrity: so many people asked to have their picture taken with us; and everywhere were walked, we heard "Aargs" and children saying "More pirwates, Mommy"!
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Poor garden badly needs a weeding: but Mama needs a vacation slightly more!
Yum, yum! So delicious! I'll have to pick again next weekend; and then perhaps one more time before my beans are spent. Tomatoes are growing well though..
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