The Daily EO: March 15th, 2014

Grandpa Les  1914 – 2014


My beloved grandpa Les has died.  I’m sad and the normal contentment in my life is darkened.  It’s hard to believe that he isn’t here to provide the foundation to our family.  His life overflowed with laughter and love but he knew loss and grief too.


Friends and family are invited to attend a memorial service on Friday, March 21, 2014 at 2:00 pm at First Memorial, Boal Chapel, 1505 Lillooet Rd. North Vancouver, BC.  Donations may be made in memory of Les to the Burnaby Hospital Foundation, himself a contributor for over 25 years.  You are welcome.

Extra-Ordinary March 15, 2014:  Grandpa’s unconditional love permeates our family.  His gift of knowing what love is passed from him and his wife to my mom and uncle.  From my mom to my Dad.  From my mom to me.

From me to my husband.

Grandpa’s love comes full circle.

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The Daily EO: January 26 & 27th, 2013

I went to see The Hobbit for the second time this weekend – this time in 2D with my grandma.  Nobody else wanted to go with her, so Emile and I said we would go even though we’d seen it before.

The Hobbit does not seem to be getting the sincere love that the Lord of the Rings series got.  Reviews call out the 48 frames per second and the lack of action and hodge podge presentation of the stories.  I enjoyed the movie the second time.

And there you go “I enjoyed the movie”.  Why is it that I hesitate to tell you the truth – I loved the movie.  I love the Lord of the Rings and I love this movie.   Perhaps Peter Jackson is drawing perhaps more than he should on the appendices and and unused material from the Lord of the Rings.  Perhaps the Hobbit is supposed to be lighter.  Perhaps it doesn’t need 3 films to tell.  But there are few movies that I actually pay to rewatch.  I love the “moments”, the score, the scenery.  (the rock giant fight I could have lived without really).

January 26 & 27, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  Admit I love something – who cares if someone else doesn’t agree.

And thank goodness, that it wasn’t my storage unit that burned down – it was just right beside the vacant warehouse that did.  Talk about a clutch in the heart driving up that day.



The Daily EO: August 16th, 2012

A strange set of circumstances intersected today:

1.  Emile has lost 30 pounds.  Many of his clothes are loose.  Many of mine are as well.
2.  I am anxious, stressed and not sleeping.  When I don’t get enough sleep, I get delirious and unpredictable.
3.  We are packing and consolidating.  Therefore when we found two more-than-half full bottles of Grand Marnier, they were combined leaving about 4 ozs left.  Not enough to pack, too much to toss.  It needed consumption.

While we sat downstairs trying to make decisions about what to keep, sell and toss, we passed the bottle back and forth.  It was about 11:30 am.  As I sorted kitchen things, Emile worked in the other corner of the room going through computer, stereo and electronic items.

I successfully finished off a box and moved it to the completed pile.  As I turned around, my eye caught a round white object glinting at me.  My husband was standing there with a great big moon waiting for me to notice.  Flapping his butt cheeks at me for no reason at all.  His shorts could slip off so easily, you see, and why not moon his wife?  I gawked and giggled.   What the hell?

But back at it – we have things to do.  One was to review what is in the garage – catalogue and do the same sort.  I don’t really remember what I said or did, but Emile threatened me with another moon.  Not one to respond rationally all the time, I threatened him back.  And so we mooned each other.

Emile was not to be out done.  “I’m going to moon the next car that comes by”, he says.  What?!

Now remember: No Sleep, Grand Marnier, Stress, easy slip off pants and potential to be outdone by my husband.  We moved to the front of the house, whipped down our pants and hung our butts out in the direction of the street.  And waited.

August 16th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Reports of Nudity in Muskoka are Greatly Exaggerated, I’m sure.   I love this man.


The Daily EO: July 10th, 2012

I hit town today with a list of 14 items to get ready for our journey – slowly crossing off items.  It takes a while sometimes – as nothing I needed could all come from the same store.  And after a while I was tired.  Tired of searching through stores and driving to different places.  So, I got everything – except shampoo.  I wanted to purchase organic natural shampoo at a reasonable price and that would require another stop.

Heck.  I’ve got 1/2 a bottle at home.  We aren’t going to the desert – I’ll buy something on the road.  When I got home, I was getting vitamins out to pack and found exactly what I needed – a bottle of shampoo.

It was like a gift from myself.  I am not kidding, I will shout out “I love myself” when things like this happen.  Like when I found pumpkin chocolate chip loaf in the freezer.  Or when I find half done meals in the back of the fridge just when I trying to figure dinner.  Why am I so good to myself? 

July 10th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  A love letter from myself in the form of shampoo.


The Daily EO: May 30th, 2012

I dropped two of Emile’s lenses on our concrete walkway.  It was my fault – although the habit he has of leaving his bag appearing closed when it is not did not help.  It all started when I he called me to ask tha I bring his camera to Well Fed (our friend’s restaurant in Gravenhurst – you should check it out) for their 1 year anniversary celebration.  He forgot to bring his camera, and since we were meeting there, I grabbed the bag for him.

When we met up, Emile took his camera (Nikon D7000) and one of his lens (I don’t know which one – it was one of the big ones).  And left his gigantic camo backpack in my car.  Open.  Yet appearing closed.

We both left about the same time there, but Emile had to stop to pick something up on the way.  At home, I gathered up my travelling stuff (wallet, sunglasses, etc) and picked up the backpack from the passenger seat.  I swung the bag in front of me and proceeded to lift out of the driver’s seat.  Just to see his two other lens (listen, I am not the photographer, I don’t know which ones – one very small and one medium), his point-and-shoot camera and the flash diffuser tumble to the ground on the a paver in front of our house.  From about waist-high.

I sat right down on the paver and started to cry.

Now, the lens caps and the connection caps were on. So, maybe okay.   The point-and-click camera was in its case, so unlikely any damage there.  The flash diffuser is plastic and relatively cheap.  But those lens – the big one a gift from my family and his family for his 40th birthday in November.  Oh My God.  What if I broke it?

I didn’t pick them up right away.  I didn’t want to take the lens caps off and find cracks.  Or find dinted connecting rings that would hinder the camera connecting the lens.  I just watched them.

Finally I picked up the bigger lens.  There were three or four scuff marks on the lens cap and several more on the bottom corner.  Pretty small, only aesthetic damage.  The small lens’ lens cap had fallen off in the fall.  The lens itself was slightly scuffed on the filter rim.  I kept rolling them over in my hand looking for obvious defects that I had caused.  Both looked intact.

I could only wait until Emile got home with his camera to make sure they could connect without issue and still worked.  I picked up everything and moved it inside the house.  Spread it out on the dining room table and waited.

When Emile got home, he saw my face first and without knowing what happened gave me hug.  “What’s wrong?”  “What’s happened?”  I told him about my accident and he didn’t even stop looking at me, and telling me it was okay.

When he finally looked at his equipment, everything was okay.  Yes, he didn’t like the scratches, but we are talking about a man who doesn’t like his Sony receiver because its buttons don’t match the buttons on his other Sony equipment (thank goodness VCRs and DVDs are moving out of fashion now).  The scratches on the lenses are not noticeable unless you are looking for them, or you run your fingers along them.  The lenses still take good pictures.  Well, in the right hands they still take good pictures.

Close your bags, you never know when some well-meaning person is going to “help” you with your bag.

May 30th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  My husband loves me more than his lenses.