Wednesday, August 5, 2015
As I'm writing this, I'm singing the song from Sound of Music, when the children are sent to bed.
And I'm putting my blog to bed.
It's been a struggle this year, with posts so few and far between, and I seem to have only retained contact with a couple of people out there in bloggerland, so I decided this journal and journey has come to an end.
Blogging started mostly as a way to journal my quilting ventures, along with other aspects of my life, and has been so very enjoyable. The people I 'met', the things I learned, the inspiration I received....
Thank you to all of you who have read along as I've shared, supported me, and encouraged me. It's been a pleasure getting to know you all. If you'd like to keep in touch and have a Facebook account, you can find me there, just reply to this blog or send me an email, and I'll share my account name.
Happy blogging! Blessings, Peg
Monday, August 3, 2015
My latest little foray into the world of the MacBook is to try to write a blog post! Oh, dear, it never occurred to me that Windows Live Writer was only for Windows. I really thought that would be the least of my problems But it looks like it's going to become one of the bigger ones. That is, of course, if I want to write my posts outside of Blogger.
So far the search for a blog writer for Mac hasn't proven to be very promising - and, yes, this post is written in Blogger itself. Also, I'm reluctant at best to pay for such a service.
So here I am appealing to all of you out there - does anybody have any idea about a free blog writer program (app) for MacBook?
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Needless to say, no blogging was happening, either.
Just about the time you think life has settled into a nice, comfortable pattern.....
We arrived home a week ago, and spent the first couple of days getting the trailer all cleaned up, laundry done, yard tidied up, paying bills, making sure that life was in order the way it should be.
Last Saturday morning, as I was catching up with emails and doing some general stuff on the computer.........it died! I mean really dead! Never to be resurrected. It wouldn't even accept power.
So off to the computer store we went, because our whole lives are on the computer. After much discussion, and angst over the prices, we decided to go for the gusto and get a MacBook. Now there's a learning curve! We'd pretty well mastered the iPad, and even worked out how to move pictures over from the computer without too much stress. But this! Holy cow! This is a whole new world!
We've had this lovely little, light-weight in our home now for two whole days, and I thought this morning that I'd sit down and write a blog post. For years, I've been using Windows Live Writer, and love it! But apparently WLW doesn't talk to MacBooks. So I'm reduced to writing a blog post right in Blogger - I feel like an alien here.
I did spend some time searching for a blog-writing program for Macs, but no success, at least not without spending some money. And, yes, it's not huge money, but still what if I don't like the program? Should Apple not keep up with Windows and make something available without cost? Come on - these computers cost a lot, surely there's a program out there somewhere.....
Sometimes, I think life could be a little less interesting, and I'd be happy(ier). Blessings, Peg
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Out of a sow’s ear….have you heard that one. It’s kind of like making lemonade when life hands you lemons.
Well that’s what we feel like we’ve done.
We’re on our way to Alberta, left home on Tuesday with our trailer. Yesterday morning a handle broke as Grizz was emptying the gray water tank. Oops!
So, this needs to be fixed. We stopped at Revelstoke to see if there was an RV repair shop there – nope. Then on to Golden. Grizz knew what needed to be done, the only problem was he didn’t have the right tool for the job (well, he has one, but not with us of course). Again, no RV repair shop in town, but a greater scope for being able to find tools. By the time we set up camp, shopped around town, found and bought the right tool, it was too hot to do any work like that, so we scrapped any idea of visiting Radium Hot Springs, and settled in for a second night in this lovely town way up high in the Rockie Mountains.
This morning, the repair took only about half an hour in the coolness of the day, and then we went out to do some exploring.
It’s been years since we’ve spent any time here, and we were delighted at the atmosphere of the town-site, and the friendliness of the people we met.
Instead of murals, a conglomerate of people have made some lovely mosaic artworks that depict life in Golden:
We re-visited the covered bridge:
and admired their BC Spirit Square, which was under construction on our last visit:
After a delightful lunch at a local deli, we headed for Kicking Horse Mountain Resort, to ride the gondola. (This seems to be our year for gondolas):
There’s a haze over everything from the many wildfires burning throughout the province, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the views at the top:
At this time of year, as in Whistler, mountain bikers take their bikes up the Gondola and ride down. We watched several of them at different spots on the trails both on our gondola ride and while at the top of the mountain (by the way we were about 7800 feet above sea level up there). This fellow hesitated a few moments before heading down this rock face, and it turned out he was right, because just after we took this picture, he fell – but he got right back up again, so we knew he was alright:
All in all, a lovely day, and so glad we were able to make a silk purse!
Happy purses and lemonade! Blessings, Peg
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
My brother and sister-in-law came for a visit earlier this week, and brought me this lovely treasure:
In almost mint condition, with several attachments and a locking cover, it’s a perfect addition to my collection.
Then about 6 years ago I picked up this 1911 portable at a flea market near Leavenworth WA:
And about 3 years ago a friend found this 1920’s Featherweight gem at a garage sale for a good price, and couldn’t leave it behind. She already had one, so offered it to any of us at our quilting group, so I snatched it up:
This newest acquisition was apparently manufactured in 1924, belonged to my sister-in-law’s mother, who apparently never used it (so maybe she inherited it from somebody). And they’re all Singers!
Happy collecting! Blessings, Peg
Sunday, June 28, 2015
While camping (our kids say what we do isn’t camping, but while RV-ing may be a new ‘word’ it just doesn’t sound right to me) last week at Squamish, we took a day to visit Whistler.
Many memories for us at this lovely mountain village/ski resort, but not skiing or hiking.
The moguls weren’t nearly as big, and there was no chairlift then, but we were thrilled to see our first-timer take 7th place (of about 60 riders in his age group).
Now the chair lift of course takes skiers up during the winter, but in summer, mountain-bikers use it:
The bikes go up on their own specially fitted lifts, and the bikers follow, then coast down the mountain, probably on the ski runs.
Whistler is a lovely village, and we enjoyed our stroll through, and visiting some of the shops:
It was kind of a sad sight as there were very few people there, and absolutely no activity. Signs said ‘open to the public June 28-Sept 6’ but we weren’t sure what the public was supposed to do there, other than maybe visit the restaurant which might or might not be part of the opening a day or two after our visit. There was indication that lessons and rentals would be available for winter activities, but certainly none of that happening in summer. Considering that the Calgary Olympic Park is busy all year, we wondered why there wasn’t something similar set up here. And then we realized that COP is just outside the city, and clearly visible and easily accessible from the highway, where WOP is 9 km off the highway, the turnoff 7 km outside of Whistler itself. So it’s a bit of a trek to get there.
Nonetheless, we enjoyed our visit, reveled in our memories, and found the changes and improvements to the area interesting to see.
Happy touring. Blessings, Peg
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Traveling on the Sea to Sky Highway, from North Vancouver to Whistler, about the half-way point is the town of Squamish. This is where we’ve chosen to take our little get-away.
We’ve been here before, but it’s been many years, so it’s almost like visiting it for the first time. And there are new things to see and do since our last visit.
On some previous visits, we took the steam train Royal Hudson, which is now decommissioned and on display at the West Coast Railway Heritage Park. Our visit there brought back many memories
According to one local shop-owner, the word Squamish means Mother Wind, and as we strolled the streets and found an out-door restaurant, we appreciated the cooling effect of that wind in the heat of the day.
I have to admit that riding gondolas is not my favorite thing to do, so I made sure I looked up not down both ways. But once we were at the top, and standing on a solid platform, I had no trouble enjoying the views
I braved the suspension bridge
and then enjoyed our strolls (some climbing on the one path) through the forests. We found possibly the most peaceful place on earth
Afterward, we went down the road a bit to Shannon Falls
All in all a wonderful day in the beauty of this world God made
Happy touring Blessings, Peg
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
The last couple of weeks has just flown by, and now we’re away for a little R&R.
We started on a cooler day to tackle painting the living and dining rooms. Got all the furniture pushed to the middle of the room, removed all the switch and plug plates, taped where we needed to and got down to it:
A couple of hours in, and we got a message from our son at a conference in Vancouver – could they come out for the night the next day? Well, of course they could, but could we get the house in good enough order for their visit?
We managed – just. The walls were completely painted and some of the trim done and I was just cleaning floors when they arrived.
What a delight to have them and little LW for a few hours. With my parents nearby now, they came for dinner and were completely enthralled as we are with the baby antics!
It was hard to get a good picture as he squirmed and squiggled
and then it was off to the airport to head for home again.
We’re now at a campground in Squamish, just relaxing (we’ll tackle the last of the trim paint when we get home), and I’ll share some pics of our tourist days in the next post or two.
Happy visits! Blessings, Peg
Monday, June 15, 2015
The official first day of spring was nearly 3 months ago, and in just a few days it will be the first day of summer. But around our house, the spring work didn’t really get going until just this last week.
And now the yard is spruced up, the garage is cleaned out, trees and bushes are pruned, and we’re starting to pick roses.
One of the sure signs of spring and approaching summer around our house is the appearance of the grape sets on the vines
Lots of grapes means lots of juice and jelly come fall.
But first I guess we should finish up last year’s lot! Jelly anybody?
Happy spring! Blessings, Peg
Sunday, June 14, 2015
After a busy week cleaning up around the house and starting to get things ship-shape, Grizz and I took a day off. And went to the FVQG Biannual Show.
As we walked in, we heard a lady say she was completely ‘gob-smacked’. And it was no wonder!
Here’s a few examples of what the show had to offer:
I was amazed – and inspired! Are you?
Monday, June 8, 2015
No, not a sports score, but I scored big time when we moved my parents.
They’d been living in the basement suite at my sister’s house, but my sister and brother-in-law don’t live there right now as their jobs have taken them elsewhere. My young niece is living in the house, but we found our parents were fussing over the house and trying to take care of the grand-daughter (even though she’s an adult). And it really was too much for them.
It took us a while, but we persuaded them that they needed to live closer to one of us, and because most of my siblings live in northern BC, it was most reasonable that they move near to Grizz and me. That move was accomplished just a few days ago.
The evening before we headed to start the move, my sister e-mailed and said she had a box of dishes that had belonged to our paternal grandmother, and that she no longer had use for them, and if I wanted to please take them. How could I refuse?
It’s British Empire Ware Devon Rose, about 70 years old now, an almost complete set of 8 place settings. I remember eating from these dishes when I was a child visiting at my grand-parents’. For me, an absolute treasure!
Also in the box was a small leather box with a pipe of my grandfather’s in it and a pair of sock garters that he used. Not useful, but memories for me.
AND…..there was also a small metal ‘trunk’ (about 3x4x3 inches) that used to stand on a shelf in our family kitchen when I was growing up. It had belonged to my mother from her childhood, and had held little treasures of our childhoods. When I showed it to my mother, she told us the story of how she got it when her brother found it and she cried until her mother made him give it to her. Again, memories. My mother said she was happy for me to have it if my sister no longer had any use for it.
Happy treasured memories! Blessings, Peg
Sunday, June 7, 2015
It’s been an adventurous couple of weeks since I was last here to share with you.
We celebrated our DGD-LV’s first birthday
Then with LV’s other grandparents we headed to southern Alberta to the campground at Great Canadian Barn Dance for a week. We spent the week exploring southern Alberta – Fort Macleod, to relearn some RCMP history:
the Remington Carriage Museum at Cardston, to be reminded of a simpler time of life:
Waterton Lakes National Park (which is actually a cross-border park with Glacier National Park in Montana), where we took a lake cruise:
wandered along Red Rock Canyon:
admired the waterfalls:
This is an amazing family, 3 generations of entertainers, who have been doing shows and dances in their barn for 29 years.
And then we danced:
The morning after the dance, we scurried home, to get the truck and trailer unloaded and head out again to move my parents.
We’ve brought them to an apartment just 20 minutes away from us – no more fretting over the winter months that they may need help and we can’t get to them 3+ hours away over the mountain passes.
We had help loading the rental trailer from a brother-in-law, then help unloading the trailer from a brother and sister-in-law. And my sister had been able to be there a couple of days ahead to help with the major packing. All in all it was a very easy move. They’re pretty well settled in now, and I’m doing my best not to be fussing over them – must remember that they need their independence.
So now, after a couple of days to recuperate, we’re back to a more normal life.
Happy, happy times! Blessings, Peg