Best of May 2020

I’ve read 13 books this month and this was the best one out the bunch:

From Goodreads – “In the midst of a family crisis one late evening, white blogger Alix Chamberlain calls her African American babysitter, Emira, asking her to take toddler Briar to the local market for distraction. There, the security guard accuses Emira of kidnapping Briar, and Alix’s efforts to right the situation turn out to be good intentions selfishly mismanaged.”

It was really tough for me to chose throughout the month because there were a lot of great books in my life but once I read – Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid, I knew. This was the BEST of the bunch. I thought it was beautifully, cleverly written. I was cringing and tense in my belly the whole way though and while that sounds like a bad thing, its really not. Read it. You’ll see what I mean. Highly recommend.

Best song cover:

Now normally, I hate this song – thanks Tik Tok- but this version…oh this version is GOOD!

Best Chef on YouTube-

Bruno makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. He’s got such a quirky charm.

Best Toddler :

My boy! I love this kid. Even if he did throw dirt at me, break the toe off my iron crow and put a banana in my water bottle.

This baby!

I’m getting to know her better, bit by bit. She’s still a wee Sprite. With very strong lungs πŸ™‚

Best Bug:

This ladybug who stayed on my hand for a good 10 mins after I rescued it out of a puddle! So cute.

This Song Dog:

Who I spotted from afar but whom neglected to spot me. I was expecting it to notice me and keep moving. It IS a wild animal after all, it’s senses are supposed to be WAY sharper than mine! Colour me surprised when I came around the corner and it was RIGHT THERE. The poor thing jumped three feet in the air then ran franticly towards the traffic. I stopped walking, went still and the coolest thing happened! The coyote stopped too, turned to face me, then trotted off away from the road. Crisis averted! And a cool animal encounter was had ❀

Best Breakfast:

My Hubs makes the best Eggs Benedict. ❀

Best New Friend:

Meet Skitter! Skitter lives on my ceiling and is such a funny little creature. She likes to make herself completely flat and while I never see her move, she’s all over the place. It’s fun to wake up each day and see where she’s gotten herself to~

Best splurge:

Halibut was on sale, so I bought myself a good chunk and made myself fish and chips for dinner as a treat. Those 4 bits cost 15 bucks but OH WOW, it was worth it! I could eat halibut every day….sigh…if I were rich, ha!

Best surprise:

I was out at the doctor’s and noticed a sign. Thinking it had something to do with COVID procedures I stopped to read it and it said ” Please DO NOT feed the goose!”

Goose?! I thought in a panic and looked below the sign:


Lucky for me, she was busy and not feeling threatened! She didnt pay me any mind πŸ™‚ The video doesn’t show it clearly but her eggs were luminescent! Like pearls ❀ I was so grateful she a. didn’t attack me b. let me watch while she tended to her very important business. It was a special moment ❀ I’d never seen that before!

How about you? What’s on you Best List? Lots and lots of stuff I hope! ❀

Monday Ramble – Suffering, Love, Food, Family, Dogs.

Happy Monday?

Happy Monday!

Life is so strange. One day you can be so sad it comsumes your every thought and effects how your brain operates. The next, you’re laughing and playing with a four year old, having the best time.

That was my weekend. I know life is just like that. There is suffering and there is joy and the two are not mutually exclusive…it’s just always so weird when I experience it!

My friend is dealing with cancer that’s metastasized and it’s doing awful things to her body. I just learned of said awful things and …ugh. I don’t want her to suffer but she is, and she will further. In the midst of all that, we had a beautiful conversation about death and life and love and our friendship. I was sad and full of heart at the same time.

The next day we had Miss. Sassafras and four year olds are always such a hoot! She wanted to through rocks in a pond so that’s what we did (after hiking through Mill Creek Ravine and dragging around trees! )

The day after thaaaaat, we had everyone over for dinner and that was really fun. I got my wish and EVERYBODY was over. All the kids, all the spouses- former AND current-. YAY us! I made FOUR chickens, which everyone found hilarious for some reason, and my daughter in law brought us a cheesecake from The Italian Centre. Woot Woot!

I’ve got Hurricane Baby coming today and my heart is just full of all the things! Soft and sweet, hard and bitter. It’s a challenge to wrap the mind around it all πŸ™‚

Ha Ha Ha!
Bloody dogs and their barking!
Something to consider….

Seems I was thinking about dogs!

I hope this day finds you all well ❀

Family Dinner, Bullies and Pie.

For the first time in a long ass time, the Hubs and I had everyone over for dinner. Just because. As of late our family has been fractured. Disconnected. 

First there was ( and is ) my son’s drug addiction. Then there was The Great Marriage/Mental Health Fiasco of ’16. We’ve been struggling! Grasping at what was. Hurting with what is. Longing for what could be. 

But fear not! A shift has occurred, as shifts do and somehow – I’m unable to pinpoint it all exactly – our family is coming back together, once again.

Dinner went well! There was food- mac n cheese, roasted sausages, mixed vegetables- there were laughs-lots of good natured “roasting” lots of chasing the kids around, lots of jokes and silliness, there were grandkids..

and there was pie!

When I was making said pie, I was triggered by a memory of a former life. 

My very first job after having my son was in this crappy little bakery, tucked away in the back corner of a garden shop. I was a clerk. I sold treats, sliced bread, made sandwiches, washed dishes and sometimes got to bake cookies.

It would have been an alright job had it not been for one of my co-workers. A spoiled, rich asshole and son of the owners. A man prone to temper tantrums. Legit, tantrums. The kind a toddler would have.

So I’m working away up front, his mother is in the office and Dickhead is in the back doing baker things. I’ve got customers in the shop and we’re all distracted from our calm by the sound of metal clanging and things flying around , followed by the slamming of a door. What the…??? I know what’s going on but the customers don’t so they very quickly finish up and take their leave, visibly disturbed by the commotion. I don’t even remember what I said to them…probably nothing. I have no idea WHAT the problem was this time but from past experience, but I’m sure we’ll ALL hear about later.

Dickhead comes back in after a while – Shawn! His name was Shawn!- Anyway, Dickhead comes back in and the mystery of why is solved. I hear him talking to his mum about how his egg whites wont build because apparently I didn’t wash the bowl properly- grease in your meringue bowl impedes lift-  and how I’m an idiot and this and that and on and on. He’s totally raging and trashing me, saying the vilest of things. 

This is all said out loud with no regard for privacy. I can hear every word. Mommy is trying to calm him down and placate him and he eventually chills and tries to make it all again, saying nothing to me. Nobody says anything to me! Which makes the whole thing even more awkward. 

I carry on with my job, tense as fuck, not knowing what I should do in any direction. I’m not the only one who does dishes in that place! Do I say something? What should I do? Ahhhh! I hate this! I have to walk past Dickhead much later and he is still simmering with rage. So much so that, as I pass him he spits out at me ” You stupid fucking cunt!”

Whaaaaaat?! 

Now, present day Lael would have stopped whatever she was doing, gathered up her belongings and walked out the front door, never to be seen again. No question.

Past Lael wasn’t as wise. Or as brave. What did I do? I ignored him. Which I guess is a defense in itself. But then I kept on working there until I eventually quit because Dickhead started sexually harassing me.

OY!

The thing of it is, I didn’t tell anyone about that first incident. Why? I felt ashamed. Like his asshole behavior was a reflection of me. Maybe I really did do a shitty job of washing the bowl…I was paralyzed with fear and doubt and …the ickiness that comes from being around adults who have temper tantrums and treat people like garbage. Of course, even if it was my fault, is a poorly washed bowl ANY justification for being so aggressive and awful to another human? Nope! Of course not! I wish I had said something to someone, I know now I would have gained wisdom and clarity. But live and learn!

Silence is NOT golden. Silence is isolating. I’m grateful for the lesson.

I’d love to go back in time to redo THAT experience. In a way now, every time I speak up, stand up and take myself out of a toxic situations, I am! 

All this from pie πŸ™‚ 

Which was delicious! I found the recipe online, here. 

Have you ever been in a situation like that? Have you ever thought back and wondered WHY you put up with something so obviously toxic? What did you learn in hindsight?