The stars aligned

So my husband thought I was totally fucked up for wanting to spend the day alone at a conservation park.  He thought it was so weird.  Our discussion the night before I had planned to go almost made me change my mind.  I woke up the next day and the sun was shining the air was fresh and clean.  How could I not go???  I totally didn’t see anything weird about spending the day alone being one with nature.  My car was packed with a tent…just in case it rained, a few blankets, some pillows, the pup and some treats and water for him, some wood for a bonfire, a good book, and a lil cooler with a yummy salad and other goodies.  What else could I possibly need??

Nothing!
I needed nothing else.  Nixon my pup and I found the perfect spot.  An area lined with trees for the tent, a beautiful spot in a carved out nook in the woods and a clearing where the fire pit would later beg me to warm up once the sun began to make its decent.

The tent was pitched and the blankets and pillows were laid out.  The picnic table held my book and some art stuff I brought to work on.  Nixon and I took off for a walk to check out our surroundings.  Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe my view.  Being alone heightened my senses.  I could smell the pine trees, hear the wind make its way through the leaves and around the trees.  I could see a blue heron trying to hide among the brush that outlined a pond.  Nixon enjoyed his new found freedom of walking without a leash.  He seemed to walk with pride. Hahaha!!!  Within an hour of my being at the park my face softened, my mind cleared, and my shoulders felt lighter.  I wasn’t concerned with paying bills, dealing with laundry or organizing Thanksgiving dinner.  A smile was on my face the entire time I was there.

I figured that I should share this with the hubs.  He really needed to know why I needed to be there and why I enjoyed it so much.  I sent him off a text asking him to join me and to bring dinner and to try and get our son Tristan to come along.  I couldn’t convince Tristan, but Matt was totally up for it.  After he finished work he grabbed a pizza and joined me for supper.  My salad was yummers for lunch but I was super happy to have pizza for supper.  Before we ate we walked around for a bit and then he had a little nap in the tent while I finished the book I was reading.  When he woke up we sat in the ten looking out the lil door in total awe of our surroundings.  The pizza was gobbled up and we decided to chill in the tent for a while longer.  We couldn’t spend the night because Matt had to be at work the next day so we soaked up as much enjoyment as we could from our slice of heaven.

The sun began to set and we watched the colours of the sun set hit the tress warning us that it would be getting dark soon.  Climbing outta the tent and after packing it up we started building our campfire.  With the sun going down it was getting chilly but Matt knows how to build a good fire!!!   Just before the sun said a final goodbye we saw 2 flocks of geese fly over head.  They all seemed to be talking at once and I asked Matt how they could possibly understanding anything if they were all talking at once.  He seemed to think that they were yelling words of encouragement…like…”we’re almost there”, and “you can make it”.  I loved that idea!!!

When we were surrounded by total darkness we laid down beside the fire and did some star gazing.  I have never felt so lucky in all my life.  The only thing that could have had this time even better would have been to have the kids with us.  I had everything I needed.  Which turns out not to be much.  Fresh air, nature, and a good bonfire all while wrapped in my husbands arms!  Matt now understood why I was drawn to this place.  It was one of the best nights we have ever had together.

Hope everyone makes time to enjoy moments like these as these will be the moments that you’ll remember!

Leslie

xoxox

 

T&H

Up In Smoke!

Taya had just left for university and Matt and I were feeling motivated to work on our Boler.  Its such a slow moving process for us.  Being that it’s the end of camping season and we have lost most of our steam to get this restoration done.  So when we feel motivated we jump outta bed together and get to work.  Sometimes its hard to find a place to start.  Luckily for us we started with taking everything out of the Boler.  Before we start painting the inside we needed to think about lighting/electrical as well as making sure our stove and lil heater worked.  I’m guessing you can see where this is going at this point.

We turned the propane on and lit the stove.  Yahooooo it works!!!  Turned off the stove.  Moved on to the heater.  Had a hard time getting the knob to move from pilot to ignite.  Matt had his face nice and close to see what was going.  Everything looked ok.  The knob finally turned and the propane heater ignited.  Yahooooo it works!  Happy dance!!!  We can camp when its cold outside!  Lil Boler you kick ass.

BOOM!!!  The thing just blew up.  Matt lost some arm hair before he was able to get away from the flames, he had lots to spare so that wasn’t the end of the world.  We couldn’t get the fire out.  Shut off the propane, still going, scrambled for the hose now the entire lil egg shell of our Boler has disappeared and is totally engulfed by black smoke.  Our hearts are breaking into pieces as Matt tells me to call 911.

The Port Colborne police and fire department showed up so fast.  They did their thing and the fire was put out.  Thankfully there was very little damage but its still a set back.  Our brand new cushions we had made were sitting safely in my parents spare room and didn’t catch on fire.  Phew!!!  Needless to say we ripped out the lil furnace and both agreed we would find better ways of keeping warm.

Hoping that this setback just makes the end result that much sweeter.  I’m so lucky to have such an amazing husband to make memories with!

 

Leslie
xoxo

ohhhh nuts!

 

 

 

3am

18 years in the making.  Knowing that this day would come didn’t help.  All of Taya’s laundry was done, printer was bought, computer formatted, all of her boxes were packed and her goodbyes were hugged out.  The only thing left to do was drop her off to Guelph University.

The night before we brought her to school I couldn’t sleep.  My brain wouldn’t shut off.  I kept thinking, what if I forgot something, will she have enough money?, how our house just wont be the same without her in it and another million other what if’s!  Fortunately for me Matt was on the same page.  It was a really hot night and after fighting to fall asleep and still being wide awake, Matt and I rolled outta bed.  We ran down the stairs and out the front door.  Barefoot and in our ginch.  Matt chased me around the yard with the hose.  3am in the morning in our lil town of Port Colborne we knew we had the street to ourselves!  We laughed and danced in the cold water, knowing that 18 years ago a 19 year old and 22 year old did SOMETHING right.  Our baby girl was heading to university.  The cold water ran over our skin waking us up to the fact that our family is starting a new chapter in our epic story.

Taking Taya to her dorm was one of the proudest moments of my life.  She is ready for this!  The first text I got from her after we left her at school was only three words….”This is awesome!”

After we dropped Taya off we headed to Sarnia, Tristan was in a Wakeboard comp.  Although we didn’t get to see his run we heard from everyone how he killed it taking a risk and stomping out a new trick.  He finished his season in 1st place in the Boarder Pass Triple Crown.

For a couple of nut sacks dancing in the rain we sure do have a pair of awesome kids!

Leslie
xoxo

 

Moving Into Rez

What The Hell is That……..

It wasn’t me who found that lil nasty thing.  Taya found it while sitting beside me on the couch last winter.  I totally didn’t believe her.  Thought she was full of poop, just giving me a hard time.  To be completely honest until today I’m not sure that I really admitted what Taya had seen was for real.  Until today while I was sitting in the car and looked in my review mirror and there it was, only now it had a few buddies!  Can you guess what was staring me right in the face.  Freaking grey hair!!!!

What the hell is with that!  Grey freaking hair.  I’m still young…..only 37!  My mom is in her 60’s and doesn’t have one grey hair on her head.  I have at least 3 that I could count.  No longer can I tell myself that they are just really blond strands of hair.  They are grey!  Grey is such an unhappy colour.  Why couldn’t my hair go red or even white… but grey!  Like grey clouds that no one likes to see!  Yuck!  Those lil buggers can’t be hidden by dye, well maybe temporarily but the are relentless and just creep right back out.  Grey hair tells the world hey look at my I’m getting freaking old.  Trying to die grey hair says I’m not ready to get old just yet.  I’ve decided that getting old is totally inevitable.  So I’m gonna try to embrace my inner granny and not dye my hair.  Really I just fear that adding more chemicals to my hair might give the greys the power they need to take over my entire head.  I’m not having that!!!!

 

So Taya my daughter is off to university and I’m turning grey.
I laugh as I write this thinking how fun it will be to turn grey while my hubby goes bald, while Tristan grows muscles, and I hope that I am still willing to try new things when I have a full head of grey hair.  Maybe grey hair is strictly for those who have lived a great life doing exciting things and over coming fears.  Maybe those of us who take chances and risks have just scared the colour right out of hair!!!

If thats the case then bring on the grey!

Leslie
xo

 

Aging with my peeps!

Aging with my peeps!