Monday, December 5, 2016

House and home and newly upholstered chairs


Before we left for Nova Scotia, I had this chair reupholstered. I saw it on the day we left town. It broke my heart to leave it behind with Sam, who obviously doesn't share the love. Otherwise, he would have taken a better photo of it.

I bought this Henredon chair in the seventies at Gabberts Odds and Ends Room in Minneapolis. It's probably the best piece of furniture I own.  I really miss my STUFF. I'm really attached to stuff. I know I shouldn't be attached to stuff, but there it is. I love love love my stuff and my colors, which
don't happen to be a dark green and brown. Also I don't like living with taxidermy. I feel like I've
married Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.

On the fantasy homefront, the house I have been lusting after in Annapolis Royal has sold, It is going to be someone else's home. I spent most of Sunday mourning over its loss. I mean I knew I would never buy it, but now that someone else has, the fiction of my living in that house is over.  I am mourning my own made up story.

Of course, most of our lives is just stuff we make up in our heads to keep us thinking that consciousness is necessary, especially our own consciousness.

Whoa, where am I going with this?  This is a blog about nothing. Nothing. And it will remain that way.

Friday, December 2, 2016

My father and Nova Scotia

My father visited us in our cottage in Nova Scotia in about 1998 without my mother. He came with Lindsay, my niece. I have such fond memories of him loping up and down the beach in the morning with his bathrobe flapping in the wind. We sat on a rock together and he said, "I was always on water as a boy." It was his last vacation before he got sick.

After a week, we put him on an early morning plane. At four in the afternoon, my sister, Janie, called and asked, "Where's Dad?"

"We put him on the plane this morning," Tom said.

"He's not on the plane."

A flurry of phone calls followed. What we learned (not from the airline) is that he missed his plane and was taking one in the afternoon.  My father was in Boston and didn't make a peep to anyone.

I talked to him the next morning. "Why didn't you call anyone to let us know where you were?"

He said, "I'm in my early eighties. I just wanted to know I could still be alone in a big airport for a day."

I totally understood then and even more now. It's why we made this move. We still can.

Daddy's birthday is tomorrow.  He's 100. I miss him more than I can say. He lives in my bones.

Happy Birthday, Daddy. I'd like nothing better than to see you again.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Bear Lake Mall.

"Where do you shop?"we asked our landlady, Tess.

"Bear Lake has everything. Exit 2 on the 103" We are exit 6.

The drive there ends up being a fool's errand. There is no Bear Lake. What was she talking about?
And then the little gray cells finally kick in. It is what the sign says: Bayer Lake.

It turns out Canada really is a foreign country. Costco only takes Mastercard, not Visa. Whaaat?

But in the US--

She doesn't care what they do in the US. In Canada it's Mastercard.

But look, this is a debit card.'

It's also a Visa Card.

So our loaded cart is left standing next to the register.

We go to see Moonlight, because it has through the roof ratings. We leave in an hour.

We buy three lamps at Home Sense, which is very much like the home store attached to T.J. Maxx.
But there is no TJ Maxx store, although their ads sometimes run in Home Sense. I buy a butter dish.

We eat cinnamon candies on the drive home. I think I see a book store. Chapters. Next time, we'll go snoop out Chapters.





Wednesday, November 30, 2016

True and False Quiz

1. a mouse ran across our bed last night.
2. the living room lights stay at the low end of the dimmer.
3. I brush my teeth in warm water.
4. I bathe in a slipper tub looking out at the ocean.
5. This house was used as a B&B called Captain Wallace.
6. Captain Wallace was an airplane pilot, not a sea captain.
7. Costco requires a Masters Card.
8. You can only make a fire on Green days in Hubbards.
9. Hot chocolate is an anti-depressant.
10. The safe word is "Finland." (for you, Ann).

Answers. No, I haven't seen a mouse since that one single one. Yes, the electrician is
coming tomorrow. Number 3, true, only warm water comes out of the bathroom spigots.
All are true except number 8. Every day is a green day in Nova Scotia.

Ann lived in Finland for a year with hubby and two baby sons. It was dark all the time. It was like
dark dark dark: literally and figuratively. Dark and cold.





Monday, November 28, 2016

Looking for home




I've been following this house in Annapolis Royal, Nova Scotia for more than six months. Annapolis Royal is two hours from here and is one of the earliest settlements in Nova Scotia (as in the 1600s) and was a Loyalist hotspot during the Revolutionary War. It's a lovely town with grand old houses, oak and elm trees and chic shops along St. George Street

Anyway, we went to see it a few days ago and I got out of the car to have a look through windows and stand in the backyard.  I went up the steps to find these old wooden shoes on the back porch.
It felt like a sign. I don't believe in signs. Still, it felt like a sign.

I have lived in many houses and they all seemed like signs.  It's just part of my intuitive brain
making up stories everywhere I go. It's a blessing and a curse. I have only recently figured out that you can't trust your brain at all.

Some of you have asked how we came to make this decision.  We summered in the Maritimes for nine years and never really said good-bye. This is our good-bye.

For the first time, I am cold.  I haven't been cold in twenty years--not since the first George Bush administration, so this is new for me. It isn't that the temperatures are so low--mainly in the thirties but it is a very wet cold. For the first time in my life I am wearing long underwear and a sweater.
I may be able to go back to wearing turtle neck sweaters.

Tom, who is always cold, is perfectly fine with his long underwear. What a switch. I found one of Lillian's fans in my purse and laughed out loud. Now I sit with my legs on the hearth until the bottoms of my feet are toasty.

The house in Annapolis has three woodburning fireplaces.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Christmas is busting out all over

Tom with Father Christmas


This is the weekend when we all go mad with Christmas shopping. It seemed less mad in Mahone Bay where we ran into Father Christmas today. He was so cheerful and let me fawn over his costume, which was splendid. He and Tom looked handsome together with all that white hair between them. (You know you're old when you look like Santa Claus).

We bought some gifts at the Pottery place, whose owners we liked a lot, and at the Vintage Store, which was filled with clothes from the sixties. I am not the same size as I was in the sixties. They had gaudy costume jewelry--I love those rhinestone broaches and matching earrings. The salesladies in that store were also my vintage.

There's a decor store called My Own Bay, that my sisters would have loved.  Fat puffy pillow ticking pillows and one black one with white lettering that read, "Go forward; there's no going back," and a brass clock that looked like a scale and black wire baskets. You know the kind of store.

We also went to the shoe store where all the shoes were European--I take a size 40. I need winter boots.  And the yarn store from knitting heaven, with yarn from special, very special sheep, that were nurtured in very special places and so the price of the yarn was also very special. I bought something for George. If I want knitting help, I can go there on Wednesdays.  They have an old table with mismatched chairs around it for the knitters. I can also go to YouTube, but that's not the same at all.

We ate an early dinner at Rebecca's and learned that almost everything shuts down for six weeks in January until Valentine's Day.' How will we eat?

So that might be a good time to go into hibernation.  One thing I've learned is that we have lost a lot in not having wood-burning fireplaces anymore.  I'm sitting in front of one at this moment. That crackle and smell can't be imitated. I know about pollution, but out here the trade winds carry the smoke away and drop it into a valley in Utah. 

A fine day.



Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016 at OH MY COD!

It's not Thanksgiving in Canada. That was last month. So we drove to Mahone Bay and had fish and chips at OH MY COD, which is one of my favorite puns ever. It could just as well have been House of Cod. Or Cod Willing. Or I am a Child of Cod.

I could go on and on. Cod be with you till we meet again. Cod, it's me, Margaret.  Is Cod dead?

Anyway, after dinner, we stopped at the grocery store where the supervisor was, of all people, Judy Dorey. Judy was the supervisor at Scotia Bank where we opened an account.

I looked at grocery store Judy and said, "You're the bank Judy."

"No, she isn't," Tom said.

"Yes, she is," I said. "You're bank Judy."

"Yes, I'm bank Judy," she said.

"Are we going to find you at any other institutions in a supervisory position?" I asked.

"No, just the two," she said.

When you have a talent, like supervising, you should go with it.

In front of OH MY COD. Every pic has me wearing the same red shoes. It's like Where's Waldo?