Long Weekend

4 Jul

For Retirees, Every Weekend Is A Long Weekend

“You retired people have a long weekend every week,” Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan told me yesterday. He was all geared up for celebrating the July 1st long weekend with his family in Edmonton. When Ed called, he and Ruby were driving to Edmonton. Ruby was driving, and Ed was trying out Ruby’s new smartphone. He was feeling very confident about her new phone, which he plans on borrowing often rather than getting his own.

I told Ed that long weekends come and go, and they are enjoyed best by those that have an extra day off work to relax and enjoy themselves. Retired folks do have every day to relax and enjoy without paying jobs. Ed has the idea that his future retirement will give him endlessly, days of self-indulgence, and joyful freedom.

Ripping At The Seams

4 Jul

When Life Rips Apart At The Seams, Number Your Days

I said to Ed that the way to peoples’ hearts is through their stomachs at their favorite restaurants. For once Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan agreed with me. My old neighbor called yesterday, a Sunday when everything was full of smoke here in downtown Chilliwack. It reminded me of when the King George Hotel burnt in Melville several years ago.

We woke up to the news that the Banner restaurant here in downtown Chilliwack was on fire. It was a fixture of our downtown where folks have been eating and having coffee for years. Streets were blocked off for flames were engulfing the building. It was to be a day of fire engines, police, and ambulance sirens. It was a day everything was ripping apart at the seams. 

Weedy Soil

21 Jun

The Germination Of Seeds Is Expected But Not Guaranteed

“Who do you blame when the seeds you planted do not break through the ground?” I asked Ed my old neighbor in Saskatchewan.

“You are at blame when the seeds you planted don’t come up!” he answered. “You probably planted your seeds too deep or not deep enough. Maybe, you planted in conditions that were not suitable for their germination.  Was it too wet or dry, or too cold?” Ed asked.

Next To The Boss

18 Jun

Sitting Beside The Boss Looks Like You Have Some Of His Authority

Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan, says, “Power attracts people who like to run things and be bossy.” My old neighbor contends that some people will never be satisfied unless they are seen and heard. Who the leader is and those who are leading with him will always bring positive and negative reactions.

Some folks do like to be in positions of authority, while others would rather let someone else lead. Many would rather criticize their leader than lead themselves and be criticized. When you are not in leadership positions, it is effortless to feel those leading should accomplish the impossible. Achieving the impossible is only a problem if you need to do it.

Family Ties

17 Jun

Family Ties May Seek To Choke, Not Bless

Ed, my old neighbor from Saskatchewan, says that if the shoe fits do not wear it. He is telling everyone that Meghan Markle should not have put her foot into Cinderella’s slipper. As the Duchess of Sussex, Meghan will be in a fishbowl in plain view of everyone. She married Prince Harry, but he comes with a royal family. His family is trapped in proper etiquette, traditions, titles, and protocols. According to Ed, being a member of the Royal Family is like being sentenced to a life term in the jail of public life where you must act like a puppet.

All families come with their own unique identity. Most of us did not pick our family of birth. Our parents gave us life and supplied us with siblings and family identity. Some folks remain close to their, parents, siblings and relatives their whole life. Other people are separated from their birth family and relatives, either by distance or by desire. Not all families are tied together by love or goodwill. In fact, some families are dangerous and deadly.

Family Dynamics

17 Jun

Long-Lost Cousins Turn Up To Remind Us Of Our Family Roots

“Did they look you up because they wanted to borrow money?” Ed, my old neighbor in Saskatchewan, asked me. I had told him of a sudden phone call and the subsequent visit from my long-lost cousin and her husband.  This cousin was from my mother’s family. My mother came from a large family with lots of kin and kind. I was the youngest cousin of the bunch with no cousins my age to befriend.

The cousin that came to visit is five years older than me. That is a big gap to bridge as a child. When she was five, I was a baby. At fifteen she a teenager and I a ten-year-old in public school. I was a shy farm kid, and she was a town kid. Her dad was a prosperous business owner while my dad worked in town to keep the farm afloat. She came to say hello because I am a family connection that is still alive while many of her other cousins have died.