Sure is Dark in Dartmouth Cove

The fog has rolled in. The foghorns have been blowing all day, particularly the ferry. A large ship just came into the harbour I reckon as there was a very loud horn that echoed all around. I can't see much from here. I was out earlier, took my mother shopping and we couldn't see much of anything due to heavy fog. The harbour has been covered in a thick blanket of fog. Good night to stay in. Which is what I'm doing. Watching Matthew McConaughey in Contact...yumm.

The fog makes it darker than usual outside as the moon and stars can be quite bright, and nearby lights are all dimmed out by the fog. Good night to watch The Exorcist...which is next on the list, bringing me into the wee hours of the morning...all I need is a good thunderstorm to complete the ambiance...

Summer Preview

Well, for yet another beautiful day in Nova Scotia, it was 26C at it's height for me...who could ask for anything more in May? Wahfrigginhoo. Let the games begin. Last weekend was crap weather, rain and fog. At least it wasn't snow, but I am so very excited to be heading into the weekend with 27C in the Friday forecast and I am OFF! My friend from YK is in town and we are going to hang out tomorrow, so I'm rather excited about that - that things lined up for me to be off on a fine weather day and have a friend is also off (she is on vacation) to spend time with and enjoy the sun.

I was on the road again this week, just got home after 9pm. Long day, but beautiful drive with the ocean, the farmers fields, lazy rivers, sparkling lakes, and green rolling hills as my office today as I wove my way across the province, driving into the sunset. Snapped these with my crackberry (one through the bug encrusted windshield, my apologies) as I was driving along. Not too much traffic, so that was a pleasant surprise.

Dartmouth Cove Murder!

Yes, I kid you not. There was a murder a few houses down from me this week. It happened at the crackhouse just 3 doors down from me. I walk by it every day on the way to work. I took this pic a few weeks back, just to show my street. My house is attached to the red brick & white you see just beyond the blue one. The crackhouse is the blue one with the picket fence. Now it has yellow police tape around it...

Motherhood

Today is Mother's Day and I am a mother. It is difficult to remember a time when I wasn't a mother. I became a mother on June 6, 1986, at about 3am. I was 19 and newly married. Flash forward nearly 23 years and my daughter is living on the other side of the country. She had come to visit me while I was working there and stayed after I was finished my term. My mom lives in the same city as I, a first since I left Grand Bruit. Once I moved out, I never lived in the same city as my mother again, until she and my father retired in Grand Bruit. I was living there at the time.

I often long for the days when my grown up gal was a wee one, snuggled on your chest as she slept, smelling ever so sweet. I loved every minute of rocking her, and miss having a rocking chair in my house, the first time in many years. When she was old enough, she would go and pick mayflowers for me on Mother's Day, a favorite to this day. She also made me Mother's Day cards for many years...most of which I still have with me. Sometimes she bought me a card, but she knew how much I liked her homemade cards so often made one. The creative efforts waned over the years, as they do with teenage children. But I didn't need a card to know she loved me!

Wait Times

Well there's two and a half hours of my life I'll never get back. I went to the local hospital for routine bloodwork as a part of my well-woman exam. I hadn't been to that particular hospital for bloodwork. I shall not make that mistake again. I went at 8:30am, thinking most of the early birds would be there and gone by that point. Um, no. The waiting room, which seats about 80 people (I counted) was full, and there were people spilling out into the hallway. So I left and went to visit my folks for an hour or so and went back at 10am. Still full. My number was 99, and they were only calling 45...then I found out they called you twice. Once to register, and once to get your blood taken. It was 12:20pm by the time I was called the second time. WTF? So when I grumbled about it taking so damn long, I was told I could go to Shoppers Drug Mart and get my blood taken there, for $10. I object to paying for it when health care is supposed to be free, but it would have been worth the 2.5 hours of my life I reckon. I will never go back to the hospital for bloodwork AGAIN!