Since it's not a yard-working kind of day, it's a great day to curl up on the sofa and watch the Rider game. GO RIDERS! Of course, I'm not actually giving them my undivided attention right now because it's time to check in with my team!
Breakfast, pills, and the newspaper have all been digested. All's good. I didn't sleep as well last night as I had hoped. At 5:30, my bladder called and then I had trouble getting back to sleep. I wasn't uncomfortable ... no boa constrictors around my limbs. I ate a few crackers when my stomach seemed mildly unsettled and that helped almost immediately. And then evil lawyer faces came uninvited again to my thoughts. I hate when that happens. I quickly dispelled them, though, with childhood memories. Let me tell you some. You might have heard these stories before because they're favourites of mine.
Anyway, last night my cousin, Lori, phoned to see how I was doing. It was great to hear from her. Lori and I grew up together until she moved away to Saskatoon in grade 5. Even though we got together frequently after she moved away and those are great memories, too, it wasn't the same as the time we spent together prior to that. Man, we had some fun!
Even though Lori is only 3 months older than me, because she has a late birthday and I have an early birthday, she was a grade ahead of me in school. This is important because Lori was able to convince me at an early age that she was my "elder" and that I must always "respect my elders" and basically,
do as they say. I was hooped. This was Lori's way of getting out of playing Barbies with me, I'm sure. It worked. I was a total BARBIE-GIRL! Barbies and playing house!! YES!!!! Lori ... Barbies and house ... not so much.
Still, even though we never played Barbies together, I have no regrets. I learned so much from Lori and we really did have a blast. I could play Barbies for hours all by myself any old time! I started with a Midge and Allan, as above, even though my Mom tried for many years to get me interested in more "age-appropriate dolls". She finally settled on getting me a Midge instead of a Barbie because she thought Midge looked more "wholesome", I think. It was my Grandma Kerr, who finally gave me my first (and treasured) actual dark-haired Barbie when I was 12. I never did have a blonde Barbie, though Francie filled that bill quite nicely. Mom got me Francie and Casey because they were Barbie's younger European cousins and they had smaller busts. Of course, I was eligible, too, to get a Skipper and a Tutti. I still have them all. And I even still love my Penny Bright, my Mom's main attempt at dissuading me from those voluptuous Barbies.
Lori didn't really have Barbies. If she did, they'd been
decapitated or dressed up in camo so as to make them unrecognizable. She had some GI-Joe's and she had this odd Barbie-like figure that I just didn't get. She was a cowgirl with a big horse and a removable hat and holsters, I think, but her clothes were all painted on. What's the use of painted on blue jeans? Where's the fun in that? What if she wants to be a fairy princess and wear a gauzy dress and pretend the horse is a unicorn and they're riding into the Mists of Avalon, or something like that? Nope. Lori's "dolls" made no sense to me! We didn't play much with them anyway. They were as uninspiring to me as Barbies were to Lori!
So we played other things instead. We played a lot of "war". Those are some of my fondest memories, though you might wonder! Lori was very keen on being tough and defending our farms from the Germans. At our house, she would sometimes wake me up before the sun was even up so we could go out and sit in the bail fort with our rifles out the peek holes to defend the place from the Germans (cars, trucks and farm machinery). There wasn't much happening at that time in the morning so I wasn't all that into it, to tell you the truth. But I was an obedient soldier, grenades at the ready. Since the traffic was so sparse, Lori decided that the chickens were Nazi Germans.
Imagine them, as I did, with little red SS bands around their wings. At some point, Lori would cautiously exit the bail fort and, crouched and speedy, would zig-zig her way across the farm yard and hurl herself behind the corner of the barn. I would watch for her signal. Soon she would hastily wave me forward, covering me with her sharp eye and her rifle. I would crouch and dash (well, if we can call that a "dash") across the yard trying to replicate her route. Inevitably, though, I would hear Lori shout, "HIT THE DIRT!", which was my signal to immediately throw myself flat on the ground. And, let me tell you, when you're a Barbie-girl living in a Barbie-world and yet living on a farm with free-range chickens, you are NOT going to hit the dirt without first checking for chicken-goop on the gound. This would lead to me having to go back to the fort and try again until I got it right. Drills. Eventually I learned where I could really make a great hit-the-dirt effort while avoiding chicken-goop at the same time. Those were the days!!
At Lori's place, they had a great two-level tree house that we had set up like military headquarters and we had the benefit of Lori's farm being at the corner of a much busier intersection. Lots of German tanks to watch for. It was very busy being a soldier there. We had walkie-talkies, binocs, grenades, rifles ... all the trappings!
Speaking of trappings, Lori and I once went gopher trapping together in the coulee hills around our farm. Her idea, of course (me respecting my elder). It was the LAST time either of us ever went gopher trapping to my knowledge. I'm sure neither of us will ever forget that one gopher that got it's leg caught in the trap and we were at a bit of a loss as to what to do about it. It was impacting and turned us off trapping, that's for sure.
At school, Lori and I sometimes played what might have been my favourite game, which was "Get Smart". I liked this because I got to play "99" and I had a little clutch with a mirrored compact that I could use for spying. No camo. Lori was Maxwell, of course, and she could have her telephone shoe. The Cone of Silence. All fun!
While neither Lori or I joined the military, we were both active
members and eventual leaders of CGIT groups. That's Canadian Girls in Training for the uninitiated. It sounds a little militaristic, doesn't it, but mostly I remember it for the friendships and the music.
As Lori and I grew up ... me in booniesville, Saskatchewan and she in urban Saskatoon ... you can only imagine the differences, but still we got together when she came to White Bear to visit ... often we would stay at Uncle Bill's and Aunt Alice's in town and we had a great time together ... listening to K-tel albums and singing along ... going to the cafe and playing the jukebox. I particularly remember playing Elvis Presley's mournful "In the Ghetto" over and over again. Yes, Lori and I had a great time and she is part of some of my fondest childhood memories!
Happy retirement, Lori, and thanks for chasing dreaded evil lawyers from my mind in the night!
Time to cheer the Riders!
Up and At It With the Riders!
Mom and I just went for a walk after lunch and picked up some fruit and sundries from the store on Broadway. It was nice to get out for a walk in the sunshine. An elderly man in the store was completely smitten with my hat! I suggested I could trade for his red ball cap, but he didn't take me up on the offer, though Mom later heard him mumbling to himself that he should have traded. Truthfully, I wouldn't have given up this hat. It's the one from Auntie Anne. It's an olive green straw hat with a yellow flower and a scarf and it matches my olive green bermuda shorts. I felt pretty spiffy in it! Thanks, Auntie Anne! I love it!
See the grip I have on this bottle of wine from Lou! What does that tell you?
lovely princess crown with veil for me! Thanks, Jan! Isn't it grand? It looks awfully good on me, I think. I said I would wear it to a chemo treatment, just in case they're not sure who they're dealing with! Especially when they're flashing big, honkin' needles in front of my eyes!
Just in case I wasn't clear about how thrilled I was with the hat/scarf party and mostly just seeing all of you ... THANKS SO MUCH!! 
Really. I mean REALLY! I'm a little overwhelmed and so very touched by the truly wonderful hat/scarf party that my friends Carol and Pat organized for me! I was really so touched to see all of you there ... family and friends. I can't tell you what your support and care has meant to me already and it was so great to see so many of you in one place! I had many emails from friends who were unable to be there and I thank all of them, too.
I learned this recently and it's been helpful.
Thanks, Don and Syl for taking me along with you to Regina. It was great to hang with the other parents and watch our boys play in the final. The Steelers (our guys) won the final against Regina and I was thrilled to see Luke get the League MVP award and a tournament all-star award. It was great to be there. I had been feeling a bit like I was missing out on lacrosse, which I love to watch, so this was great!
Another road trip opportunity has just surfaced!! Don and Syl are driving to Regina today to see Luke's lacrosse game and they asked if I'd like to go!! DO I WANT TO GO??!! Hell ya!! How exciting!!
Hannah and I had a great road trip! We stopped at Mom's in Kyle. Gary jumped in with us and we all went to the Lake. We went for a little walk and saw some of the new cabins going up. We saw Brent, Andrea and all their cutie kids at main beach and then we stopped and visited with Velma and Dale. Hannah had a swim and then we went to White Bar bar for dinner with Darrel and Lynn. The place was pretty hopping busy on a Saturday night. The food was good and plentiful and the service great. The place has such character. I wish I'd had my camera but Kevin took it to Regina with him. Hannah and I made a quick stop at the farm, following Darrel and Lynn through the coulee, which was a real treat. We stopped and watched deer in the coulee. A little walking tour of the farm, checking out kittens, playing with the the dogs, admiring the lentils, and the potential of the Saskatoon and chokecherry crops, and commenting generally on how green and tidy everything looks ... and then we were on the road back to Saskatoon. A quick visit but very nice. Great to get out of the city and great to see familiar and much loved places. And then I slept for almost 10 hours!
Bonnie! Oh, man, she made me laugh this week! Hannah was leaving the house to pick up a few things and she found, on our front step, a gift bag. Curious!
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