…I’m hoping to keep my blog going but if the site is empty for a few days it’s because I’m in New Brunswick
It’s not that New Brunswick doesn’t have the internet, it does, but my granddaughter might have other ideas about how her Oma should spend her time. I’m really looking forward to this trip but I’m also nervous. I always get nervous before getting on a plane and this is the first time I’m getting on a propeller plane. I know lots of people who love this airline but it is the first time I’ve flown with them. Wish me luck.
Hopefully I’ll have a few photos of the ocean, lighthouses and lobster rolls to share with you during the trip or at least when I get home. I’ll be back in five days. Here’s my little ‘monster’ that I’m on my way to see. She loves Hallowe’en so I don’t think she’ll mind the reference to ‘monster’, although I have no idea what she wants to dress up as this year.
On Thursday the family who reside in Ontario all travelled to a Spruce Meadows Christmas Trees near Hamilton. It was very mild, sunny and there was little snow left on the ground. When Kevin and I arrived in our car we were the first of the family there and in fact we were the only people there for a short while. Apparently the weekend before the place was so busy that the entire field was filled with cars.
It didn’t take long before the rest of the family arrived, all wearing masks and ready to trek to the tree field. My daughter, Gaelan and her husband, Brendan were looking for a tall tree to fit into their Victorian style dining room while the rest of us were more content with much smaller trees.
After Brendan cut down the tree for their home Winnie was content to find any small patch of snow to play and chase after Olive.
Once we all cut down our chosen trees we headed back to the bundling area, had the trees netted and then loaded onto and into the cars. Normally we would have all gone back to Gaelan’s house for refreshments but this time we all went our separate ways.
Later that evening Winnie put the finishing touch on their tree. I hate to admit it but our tree is still in the back of the car.
…..how toddlers and 90 year olds become the centre of attention
One of my fondest memories of my retirement party will be how my father hugged all the women and held court for much of the evening and when he wasn’t the centre of attention my granddaughter took over by running throughout the restaurant with my retirement balloons flying behind her.
I’m glad that the evening had a very casual atmosphere. During the speeches my father came up behind some of the presenters and asked me, in his loud booming voice, if they were singing a song for me (they were actually reading from a story book). During one of the more serious moments Winnie made everyone laugh as she flew by with her balloons.