Monthly Archives: March 2014

Time to End the Affair


Dear Mother Nature,

It’s time to call an end to your affair.

Yes I’m talking to you.

I know that back when Autumn was curling up and dying that Winter seemed like a cool breath of fresh air.

Those first few flakes of snow always invoke a romantic image of outdoor skating rinks and couples holding hands. Children dream of the epic snowmen they will build and dads rub their hands gleefully together anticipating the first time using their oversized snow blower.

He played us all so well. I mean how picture-perfect was it when we had those huge fluffy flakes on Christmas Day?

But Dear, honestly? The romance has soured. It’s long past it’s expiry, yet you just keep letting him back in. Haven’t you ever read “He’s just not that into you.”? Thousands of women are ready to sacrifice their copy of it for you if only you would take the time to peruse it.

Long-story-short: He’ll keep taking advantage of you if you keep letting him back in. He’s not interested in the romance any more. He just wants a quick storm or two when it’s good for him.

And he’s jealous. Every time you start to flirt with Spring Old Man Winter gets so jealous that he throws some freezing rain or a white out in your way.

It’s time to cut him off.

Ignore him long enough and he’ll get the point.

As for Spring, trust me dear, he’s not too young for you. Think of all the possibilities as you teach him everything you know. He’s eager. And fresh. And bright.

Everyone loves him.

Why won’t you?

I’ve Married Tim-The-Tool-Man-Taylor

It’s true. I’ve married Tim-The-Tool-Man-Taylor. You know the guy who has these great ideas that get out of hand? And his long-suffering wife still loves him? Yeah. Him. And not it’s not because he leans over a fence talking to Wilson. Though that happens too. But that’s not why I’m writing about it now.

Honestly my husband is an amazing man. It’s just that sometimes he gets a little, well carried away. And then things don’t always go as planned.

Take for example what happened last week. Well, we actually have to go a bit farther back than that. We bought a new trailer in January. It’s everything we ever wanted. It also means that the big kitchen reno we are dreaming of is going to be postponed a couple of years.

In the meantime, our ancient old kitchen fridge was dying. The ice maker had stopped working a while ago, and the water stopped a few weeks back. Food was freezing in the bottom drawer and the top shelf no matter what setting it was on. Oh and did I mention that it was almond? And UGLY.

One night last week my husband got the great idea to go on Kijiji, find a decent stainless steel fridge that would fit in the space and use that for a few years until we build our showcase kitchen. (You know the one, it will grace a magazine spread or be featured on a reno show. Yeah, that one.)

He found a great one that wasn’t too far away, and immediately contacted the owner. A time was arranged the next day to pick it up and he recruited one of his brothers to help him. Sounds straightforward right?

When I got back from the dance pick up, I found the almond beast discarded at the curb while it’s doors lagged behind halfway up the driveway. Wonderful… Not.

I went in to discover that the “new” fridge was still in the front hall and that the old one had barfed up it’s contents all over my kitchen. Ice cream was sitting on the floor melting, fruit had rolled off the counter to land where it may and somehow (I think) the dog had been kept away from it all.

You see the fridge would not go up the four stairs because of an oddly placed bathroom (it was like that when we bought the house. It means much of the furniture for the main floor and upstairs had to go around the back of the house and in the kitchen doors.) That would explain why the snow blower was out and running. Unfortunately it couldn’t cut through all that ice left over from December’s storm and manually chipping it would take a decade or two.

Which means we have to wait for our forever winter to finally end. In the meantime, the chair that I sit on to put my shoes on has been relegated to the garage and the fridge is in it’s place. In the front hall.

Yeah, not happening. Dear? You know that beer fridge you wanted to buy for the garage? Go back on Kijiji tonight and get one. Pick it up tomorrow. Then you can put it in the kitchen for now and this beast can go in the garage.

I’m not usually that assertively bossy, but I was not going to live with my kitchen fridge in the front hall. And he did it.

Unfortunately when he picked up that plain ‘ol white fridge, it was really cold and had been in an unheated garage. It wasn’t until it was running in our heated one (yes it ended up there first) that we discovered what was wrong with it. It stinks. Of smoke. Inside and out. Just how much do you have to smoke to have the INSIDE of your fridge stinking like that?!

It has been cleaned and scrubbed and cleaned again. There is no way that thing is getting in my kitchen like that.

So for now, it lives in my garage, blocking the way through for taking out the garbage and recycling. And I have a kitchen with a big bare spot that is not covered by tiles, but by a weird tone of turquoise paint. And a big-ass stainless steel fridge in my front hall.

front hall

Can spring please just come?

But wait! The circus isn’t finished yet! He picked the big one up in a work van. It fell over inside the van. Didn’t scratch the fridge, but it popped out the side of the van and cracked the paint. Good thing he’s the boss. Bad thing was he didn’t use the old truck that’s close to being retired, he used the good one. Sigh.

And since it is such a Tim Taylor circus, I’m willing to lay money that there will be another issue getting it in. I have an idea of what it could be, but am not willing to jinx it that much by publishing it. Because honestly, I just want my ugly kitchen back together.

And then get into our RV and hit the road, because I can’t stand cooking in that f-ugly kitchen. I know, I know. I made the choice. And I’d probably make it again. Though I might just suck up using the old almond fridge a while longer.

The sweetest thing I’ve seen all week

My daughter’s dance studio spends a day each March Break performing at nursing homes.

It’s a wonderful way for them to connect with an audience who wouldn’t normally get out to see competitions, and for an hour brightens the day for a few people.

Like any visit to a nursing home, we are also brought face to face with how our future might be if we are blessed to live a full and long life. It’s not really something I like to think about that much, seeing so many people in wheelchairs, drooping off to sleep in the common room.

But, at our first nursing home, I noticed a woman holding a man’s hand. I can only assume that they have been married for seventy years (though it would be perfectly fine if they just met, and romance was blooming. I just prefer my romantic notion of a lifelong relationship 🙂

Their wheelchairs were side by side and they held hands the entire time. She kept leaning over and talking to him. I don’t know what she said but honestly it doesn’t matter. They were together and enjoying themselves.

That’s how I want my last days to be.

Holding my husband’s hand.

Happy.

exhausted by the school

Some of you may know that we’ve been having a lot of issues at our school lately. It’s been especially frustrating as we have always taken a team approach to dealing with the IEP and any accommodations.

It finally took a formal complaint about the teachers and the SERT to the board before we saw action.

And it’s still only the very basic of accommodations. And I am exhausted by the battle to get there. So much so that I sent my husband to do the last meeting at the school. I want to find that team spirit again, but the fight has taken it out of me. And I’m not sure I could have sat in the same room with these teachers and been polite. After all it took a formal complaint in their file and some intervention from the board before they would even treat my son with an ounce of respect.

The accommodation that they are doing? Chunking his work down! Not rocket science.

The big plans I had for this year about working on his social skills and group participation? Gone down the tubes. We actually had to say to the school that the gym teacher allows the kids to divide themselves up into groups and they argue over who has to take our son in their group! Really?! How about dividing them up by numbers or alphabetically or any other way that encourages inclusivity and sportsmanship?!

So… the fighting has burnt me out. I have resigned as co-chair of our SCC and will resign from the Health Action Team at the end of this year.

And it’s why I’m a bit behind on posting.

It is March Break though, and my fabulous husband came up with a day by day plan to have fun locally, so I figure that I will re-charge with our kids and have something fresh to blog about.