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Slow Living

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It is March 8th. It rained this morning. It is day 15 of #the100dayproject. I have been working a little on it each day. My cold is still hampering me. I can’t go great guns with anything. However, I am happier with this slower pace of living and sewing. I am enjoying the process more. I have 5 completed logcabin blocks and 2 partial ones. I continued to be my usual disorganized self, not having my fabrics sorted to darks and lights. I don’t have all the strips cut either. I am in continuous state of search for the best strip.

It is a grey dismal day.This world is going nowheres fast except maybe to war. I am astounded by this world we’re in, aren’t you? I feel as if we are in a fake reality show. The only trouble is, it is not fake. It is not a bad idea to stick my head in the sand, ignore all this madness and do the things that nourishes me. Wake me when it is all over.

I had coffee with my 94 year old father this afternoon. We talked about the times from way back. He still has a good memory. The very first house we lived in was behind the cafe. It was owned by the town doctor. The rent was $7/month. It had 2 rooms. The linoleum was peeling. The next house was by the highway, across from the railway station. It was owned by grain elevator company. The rent was $20/month.It was bigger but not really better. My foot went through the floor board in a bedroom.

It was good to have memories to share. We hadn’t shared or conversed much before. We had a laugh over the rent. Who would have thought I could do this with my father?

On Coffee Row

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A sunny October 6th morning at 10:51. I’m sipping my second cup of tea and tapping on my trusty keyboard. I hope for sunny cheery thoughts and words. No one really likes a sad sack. I have pizza and a salad of cabbage, cucumber, pepper and tomatoes in mind for lunch. What I really like is to go out for a Japanese bento box at the neighbourhood Japanese restaurant called October. Since our cooler is overflowing with our own garden harvest, I thought best to make our own lunch.

I will going out on coffee row in the afternoon. I’ve been taking my father out for coffee every day since summer. He is still living on his own in the house since my mother passed last year. I take him out to the nearby mall to walk and cruise the Dollar Store, Giant Tiger and Freshco. Then we head to the food court to have a coffee. Sometimes we run into a few people we know, friends of my mother. We share some conversation. Now it’s become an almost regular thing. We’ve met some new Chinese people, some my age. Now I have some Chinese friends for the first time.

Coffee row is good for my father and myself as well. We get an outing. We get a walk. We see and interact with other people. We get out of ourselves for a little while. The days are getting shorter and cooler. I shall see how it goes when winter and snow comes. It’s still do-able. There’s underground parking in both malls near us. I can always have coffee with him at his house like I did this past winter.