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Weekends 1 & 2;


First there was my husband's mother who returned from Vancouver with me. She remained for two weekends plus and enjoyed every moment of her time with the family. When our usual weekly routine was in progress (school/work), she spent her hours devoting her time to resting, relaxing, reading, working on a new found love of number crossword puzzles, and chatting with whoever came her way.
She was able to spend the first few days gathering round the kitchen while sitting on a bar stool, watching and catching up with my husband before his day's off were over and a normal work week resumed. Together they made a few traditional Indonesian meals each Sunday for our dinner, a feasting delight of "Bahmi Goreng" awaited the rest of us after their chef sessions. Oh - to savor the flavor of all the freshly grated ginger and other assorted spicy flavors while eating our main course meal. One could feel their saliva building up just smelling the aroma wafting through the air before the evening meal was ever served. Yum!
She was here for both boy's birthdays which fall only seven days apart. It was the first time both boys had additional extended family around for their special days the past three years.
She became spellbound as our young daughter introduced her to the wonderful world of "Webkinz" and showed her the parade of stuffed animals she's received as gifts over the past year from family and friends. Playing games on the Webkinz site left her in awe of the silly things, and she even happily obliged her grand-daughter to watch her trade a few objects away to her nieces while there.
When the Stanley Cup hockey playoffs weren't scheduled, she enjoyed watching her love of baseball. When we sat to watch the final live episodes of American Idol, so too did she jump on the bandwagon and rally round cheering for her favorite singers. And when we went out to play, she came along for the ride. She was able to come along to see where the girls did their horse riding, attended mass with us both weeks, attended an ice hockey session for one son, and learned of our general local area when she accompanied us to fetch our mail or spend a few moments at the water's edge.
When the Stanley Cup hockey playoffs weren't scheduled, she enjoyed watching her love of baseball. When we sat to watch the final live episodes of American Idol, so too did she jump on the bandwagon and rally round cheering for her favorite singers. And when we went out to play, she came along for the ride. She was able to come along to see where the girls did their horse riding, attended mass with us both weeks, attended an ice hockey session for one son, and learned of our general local area when she accompanied us to fetch our mail or spend a few moments at the water's edge.
The weather was warm and sadly she had arrived just in time for the hatching of billions of pesky mosquitos. It became the norm to hear someone clapping their hands together or smacking the walls where a mosquito buzzed near to them during the day. Everyone agreed on the necessity of mosquito hunting sessions before retiring for the night with the bedroom doors shut tightly. Heh, though that must leave a silly picture in your brain, as funny as it seems to be, it was very necessary believe me! We learned well the frustrations of acquiring many bites, even those that occurred without notice through our clothing. The locales remarked this was unusual and the black flies were normally worse this time of year, but golly gee (!), the mosquitoes were just something else, like nothing we've ever experienced before. We were given a tip to use "Listerine" by pouring some into a spray bottle and spraying it straight onto window screens.
We shared a couple of "Princess" sessions having our hair coiffed, or when we treated her to a manicure for a belated gift. How lovely that was to take the time out for these moments of pampering sessions. One morning just she and I were able to go off to check out a local golf course. The manager offered us a key to one of their golf carts and welcomed us to tour the course at our leisure. Since this was her forte and not mine, she drove.
Golf cart paths suddenly end and having to guess where to go next!
What a hoot!
What a hoot!
Her time with us rolled by very quickly and soon it was time to return home again to the westcoast. We were deeply impressed with the airline she flew home with for their care and assistance right from the check-in counter, during a quick layover and home to the exit doors. For an 83 year old woman, they sure did treat her right down there at "Westjet Airlines", we are so very impressed with their overall service!
Weekend 3;

Weekend 4;

It's kind of gloomy day for the most part but a good day to recover amidst the height of entertaining and fostering good relationships with our guests the past while. I think there are a few family members about to quietly slip away for a rest before we leave for our later mass time. A big procession gathering was in session today quite a distance away where many were attending, so our mass times were changed around. There is something about not offering up the "first fruits" of a sunday morning that sure feels strange, but it's one of those days isn't it with the dark skies making us feel drowsy and forcing us to regroup and recover from the hype of adrenalin being on overdrive. Perhaps we just all need a day to unwind, so this is it.
Hug the ones you love and have a great day!