I’ve had a couple of interesting things happen this week that were so random that they can only be Janet saying hi. On Monday I had my grocery person that has been here before but not for a few weeks. The last time she came I was discussing that I moved there after my Mom died. Since she knew my parents were deceased she asked if I had any siblings so I said a brother that I don’t see. A sister? Yes, she’s deceased. Older or younger? The same age. I walked over to my family picture that I have hung in the entryway and pointed to the picture of Janet. She then says “holy smokes you were identical”. She asked what it’s like to be a twin. It’s hard to describe it to someone else. I did tell her that it’s great when you are young but in our teen years people didn’t really get it. Being different in high school means we were picked on.
This morning I emailed my former neighbour. I’m not sure why I decided to today since it’s been a while since we have talked. When she emailed back she told me that it’s funny I should email today since she and another neighbour were talking about us. The other woman was talking about cute we were at girl guides…how there is such a thing as “twin speak”. It made me smile. Today is Halloween and I have a picture of me and Janet dressed for the occasion. We lived in the same neighbourhood for many years so we knew all the houses that we went to. After Janet died my parents met with a lawyer that was also the father of a friend that was in our class in public school. His wife saw me out for a walk after Janet died and had to come back inside and cry. We don’t realize how we touch other people’s lives until that person is no longer there.
I know that Janet makes an appearance when I need her the most. I have been feeling frustrated and she always finds a way to make me feel loved. To remember that bond that is still there.

Blast from the past

Last night I was watching “This is Us”. Kevin was sitting beside his Uncle trying to get him to tell him stories about his Dad. “He liked ice cream”. At the end of the episode Uncle Nicky pulls out a carton of ice cream (vanilla!) and tells Kevin the story of his Dad asking them how good were you today? Until I saw them cut their ice cream I hadn’t thought about that memory for a long time. My grandfather used to do that for birthday celebrations at their place. Grandma cut the cake and Grandpa was in charge of ice cream. We always had Chapmans ice cream and it was usually vanilla only I do remember having Neapolitan too. My siblings had chocolate and I always had vanilla. It’s so weird how some little thing can transport you back to a moment in time.
A fellow blogger posted a scene from “Fawlty Towers” on another daily word site. My family loved watching British comedies and we had tapes (remember VHS?) of Fawlty Towers episodes. Although neither one of them liked Keeping up appearances.
I recently bought an apple crumble pie for Thanksgiving. I cut myself a piece and put the rest in the freezer. I told the woman at the market that my Mom would have loved it because she preferred that kind of pie. She would put cheese on it (so I did too). It was like it was a connection to my Mom.
I’ve been thinking of that commonality through our memories. My cousin has to have ice cream when she goes to a music festival because that is what she did with her Mom. We carry on the traditions to have a little part of them with us.


Today I learned of the sad news that the minister of pastoral care of our church passed away. It makes me sad because I think of his family and all the people that he touched in his life. I was reading the comments yesterday underneath a couple of Facebook posts and there is comfort knowing that he was remembered for his smile.
He assisted in the graveside service for my Mom since he knew our family. I remember the first time I came in contact with him at Metropolitan and I mentioned how my grandfather would be up in heaven laughing because it was a running joke that he seemed to follow us. My mother grew up in Dorchester and she got married at Richards Memorial where he ended up after they moved away from there. We would go there occasionally in the summer because they met in the hall which was air conditioned. Most churches don’t have choir in the summer so they have soloists fill in. Rev. S would not only sing but he played the piano too.
He organized cruises at the church and I’m sure he had full suitcases as he was quite the snappy dresser. On Canada Day he always wore a red shirt and matching red socks. I had to laugh at the fact that someone else commented on his socks! He had a collection of manger scenes that he displayed in the lower hall at Christmas. I guess that will be passed down to someone else now. He did the Blue Christmas service for people who have lost loved ones and find the season difficult. He was the right person to do it because he had a comforting way about him.
When we lose someone close to us we are broken hearted because we miss what they brought to our lives. Rev. S brought light and laughter to so many and I know that is what he will be remembered for.


In Canada we are currently in the middle of a Federal election campaign. I am thankful that we can have differing opinions and we can voice those opinions freely. I am thankful for the right to vote. We should appreciate the people that take time out of their lives to run for office. They take time away from their family in order to represent us. Every time I see a negative ad on tv I’m thankful that it will soon be over!!
As I read the news we should be thankful for the people that protect our city…police, fire and ambulance.
There is a saying that if you ate today thank a farmer. It wasn’t something I really thought about until I actually bought directly from the farmers. The Farmers market starts at 8AM so they are getting up while it’s still dark out. Last week there were a couple of people that had hats and mitts on. I have started buying BBQ sauce from one table because all the ingredients are recognizable. As someone who doesn’t a lot of processed food I appreciate that the food that they make is made from locally grown items. There is something about that connection to the businesses. They get to know their customers.
Of course I have to include my grocery guy. It’s not just the convenience, it’s a friendly face.
I am so thankful for my friend DJ. There were times this year where I wouldn’t know what I would have done without her. She listens without judgement and doesn’t try to fix it. She makes me laugh. A couple of weeks ago we went to the market and got our picture taken. It’s fun to have someone to share it with.
Thanksgiving is a time when I miss my family. There is a commercial for Loblaws where this woman opens a can of cranberry sauce and stands it upright on the plate. Then they show a woman sitting across from her giving her the side eye. It makes me laugh every time I see it because I thought everyone ate it that way. I remember making a pumpkin pie and it was cooling on the counter. I was getting something out of the cupboard above and it dropped onto the pie. My Mom told me “don’t worry whipped cream will cover it and no one will know”. Those are the memories I hold dear.


Since I ran out of a few items I decided to go to the grocery store this morning and also vote for the federal election. I wasn’t 100% sure who I was going to vote for but chose the party whose platform I most align with. Advanced polls don’t open for another week and the polling station is not within walking distance of where I live. I was behind a woman who must also be in this area because I heard her say that the polling station wasn’t easy to get to.

Insanity is expecting people to walk through construction in order to vote. Yes Central Library is wheelchair accessible and the building has underground parking but how are you supposed to get there if you drive? The sad thing is I think a lot of people in my area will probably choose not to vote. Honestly I almost considered not voting because I just thought it should not be this hard. Insanity is listening to all the leaders bash each other. Having to wade through the muck to determine who you are going to vote for. I read an article yesterday where it said that it’s basically a nothing election. That the Conservatives and Liberals are pretty well tied in the polls. A friend of mine from public school now has to choose another candidate because hers stepped down. She was really mad. And I know some people are voting Liberal just so that Scheer doesn’t get in. But shouldn’t our vote mean more than that? I’m pretty sure the incumbent in my riding is going to get re-elected (although I’ve been wrong before about these things). So in other words if I voted for someone else my vote is wasted.

Politics is the definition of insanity. They promise us the moon and as soon as they get into office they break every one. And yet every 4 years we expect better.