I was encouraged today by a friend, a best selling author, who wrote of the mundane in his Facebook post.
There is always something to say.
I spent two days both prepping and undergoing some pretty brutal hospital testing procedures, under partial sedation and with minor surgery, Grandgirl never left my side and I am still in awe at her courage, competence, determination and organizational skills, down to sitting in on the post-op consultation with my specialist and handing me my bagged post event safe snack. There are two cat scans yet to come, as some diagnostics were inconclusive and need further analysis. I could never in a million years have foreseen her in such a role and frankly, it moves me to tears.
I offer you a glimpse into a budget journal former husband and I maintained to track every single income and expenditure in 1969, no matter how small. We emigrated from Ireland in January 1967 and bought our 1st house near the Beaches in Toronto exactly 3 years later.
Hair bow and pack of gum $1.07
Present for Marion (?) $1.00
K-Mart book & record $1.76
Booze for party $3.00
Outfit for Daughter $1.29
Bell Telephone $10.00
2 Theatre tickets $8.00
Baby sitter $3.00
Seems almost prehistoric, doesn't it?
Daughter is exploring her inner artist and I am the beneficiary of some of her work.
This is an exquisite rendition of a whale. She lives where the whales roll in every year much to the delight of so many tourists who come in from around the world to see the spectacle. The whales ride in very close to the shore as the sea drops dramatically there, affording an up close and personal look at the breeching and spouting.