Real Life Sucks

The shadows catch my eye.  Long stooped frame with  cane, smaller figure keeping step.

Walk with me

His steps falter, hers are spry.  She must have been a pretty woman in her youth.

Pause at traffic lights.  His shadow falls over hers, covers it.  Now they are one.

Rosalyne and me standing behind them

Symbolic.  

Young love –  Viking lass and her beau! 

Can it last?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my perfect world –

Daughters: “What planet are you living on, Mom?” (Eye roll!)

Planet Naive?  

He and me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still grappling with a sense of let-down over the Brangelina breakup.  Can’t think why.

Real life sucks. (Borrowing Daughters’ phraseology.) 

What happened to  till death do us part ?

All by myself

Aunty Joyce and Uncle Rajan celebrated fifty years this past summer, Husband’s parents mark sixty next year.   

There has to be hope.

The royal wave. (Rajan and Joyce, 50 years)  

The In-Laws: Merlin the Magician and Vampire Girl ( Wimsy and Devi, coming on 60 years)

Always hopeful Puppy.  The crumb will fall. .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Change of subject.  A well placed seat on a porch/ in a garden corner, is a beckoning invitation.

Gunther-and-Mary’s backyard

Patriotic front porch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slideshow – more leafy corners and slivers of heaven –

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An old chair in a green nook makes a marvelous stage for a potted plant. These dilapidated abandoned treasures found a home in my Eden –

Love how chairs add charm and character to a space (indoors or out).  Couldn’t love this one, though –

See through pink plastic – yikes!

When I can’t sleep  I re-live  lovely moments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like these –

• Time spent with kindred spirits –                                                     

Rosalyne and me at Word On The Street, downtown Toronto

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

• Rainbows in hosepipe mist and around the house –

•  Puppy discovers playground –

• Swathes of morning sunlight –
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   Dreamin’ ‘n’ dancin’ to the crooning of Six Feet Up

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  Six Feet Up at Fairmount MacDonald.  Music from five decades ago for Golden Wedding Anniversary

Six Feet Up.  Baby Boomers  – Kevin, Gail and Bruce.  Vocals and wind instruments.  Irresistible toe-tapping nostalgia

Fifty years.  Rajan and Joyce.  “May I have this dance for the rest of my life?”

That’s Husband and me!

Just you and me

Mine!

 

 

 

 

 

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Saw this van parked on Next Door’s driveway. 

Bringing dreams home.  A sign for things to come?

Yes, please!  

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Thankful for –

(1) Dental care and the fresh feel of just-cleaned teeth –

Thank you, Suzanne Garfinkle, dental hygienist since Daughters were tots

(2) Good neighbours

Glen and Dianne – court garage sale organizers

Court BFFs. Sepideh (left), with Jinoos and young Sahand setting up shop in Jinoos’ driveway

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ever wondered about the faces behind the names defacing public property?

Romance, art or vandalism ?

So who is Leyla?

Who?

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Bottoms up! (Thank goodness those weeding days are done)

 

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 Memo to self for this week-

 Hold that tongue, watch what you say. 

    Easier said than done.

Wise monkeys.  Tisha (left) and daughters

Shh! In a neighbour’s garden

I am?

Until next time,

PS: Dad and Mum made it to fifty years too.

Prins and Beatrice – RIP Mum.  Miss you still.

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The pictures are all moments captured on my phone and Ipad.

Shopping with Mom

Husband and Puppy.  A quiet ramble.