Monday, 15 September 2008

Gifts from the weekend.

I have had a rather non-productive weekend. I completed one project that I won't show you until after the baby-shower on Sunday. Hint: It has something to do with Wordle. On Saturday JK and I went to my uncle's house to visit with the side of the family that I never see. The occasion: My aunt and uncle who live in Australia were in town. I love seeing them when they are here. Aunty S is so sweet and fun, and is the family member who best understands my mother. She and Mom are 1 year apart in age. I don't think I've seen Uncle F since we visited them in Australia when I was 10, but he is a kind and gentle man (almost like a gentle giant, really--he's 6'3", and Aunty S is 4'11") and I am happy that he came this time. He's lived in Australia for 21 years, and still has a Canadian accent. JK had fun meeting all that side of the family (she was particularly fascinated with my bearded Uncle R), and crawling around on the gravel driveway (the soft grass wasn't good enough, apparently), and chasing the kittens. KD had already committed to help his friend paint his house, so he couldn't come with me. On Sunday, KD, JK, and I went to a family carnival put on by one of the just-being-built neighbourhoods to entice people to visit their show homes. There was a petting zoo, which JK enjoyed, and food. We toured a couple of the show homes there, but they were all out of our price range. Then KD decided we should go drive around another neighbourhood that is a little further along in development. I decided that if I absolutely have to live in a new subdivision, then this is the area I would choose. The houses are all different historical styles (victorian, colonial, etc), and there are lots of trees, parks and walkways. If the houses each had about 10 more feet of elbow-room between them, it would be the perfect neighbourhood. I can't stand how close-together they build houses these days. KD doesn't understand my dislike of it, and I can't really explain it very well, other than to say that it makes me squeamish. I need my house to have elbow room. And I want a yard big enough for both my gardening and the kids playing. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is too much to ask here in oil-boom country. It is the enduring dream of my life to move east and live in a century-old house surrounded by acres of land and a gorgeous old-fashioned perrenial garden. I love looking at real estate listings in PEI. If I could ever convince KD to move there, I could find dozens of houses that are exactly what I want for way, way, way less money than we would sell ours for. Anyway, on Sunday evening we went to KD's grandma's house for supper. She is an avid gardener and has a gorgeous yard. I admired her gladiolas, and she gave them to me! They are blooming a bit late this year, she said. They are so pretty and feminine. I think I'm going to have to try growing some next year. When we got home from our adventures yesterday, I found this in my mailbox: My friend A had delivered this adorable acorn cookie-cutter. Her card said she thought of me when she saw it, because of my Pier One acorns. I'll have to find a recipe worthy of such a cute cookie-cutter.

2 comments:

  1. The picture of your daughter is priceless! I love it!

    Sounds like you had a nice, busy weekend! I got to spend a few days with my family too. :o)

    I wish I could get wordle to work for me. :o/

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  2. I have that same dream of moving to an old historic home back east. But I also love looking at the new subdivisions and going through the model homes. It's fun to dream! Love the bath time picture!

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