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Trials and Tribulations of the Oldest Child
Its not easy being the oldest child. The burden is heavy and I am too short and delicate to be tasked with such a massive load. The stress is unrelenting, but I do my best. Unfortunately, almost immediately after birth the pressure was on. Mom entered me in some kind of a "Baby Royalty" contest. I was only able to achieve the status of "Duchess," and all I got was a lousy pink ribbon. What a letdown! Even though I was eventually joined by 4 siblings who were able to share some of the spotlight, the expectations were still high and to this day, I feel an unresolved trauma when…
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Make No Bones About It
Mom was a few months short of 90 when she passed, and she enjoyed relatively good health well into her mid 80's. She was a very social person, happy to participate in many of the activities at her care facility. She walked every day (even though it was only a few blocks to get her Starbucks☺️) and took her medications as prescribed.
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All’s Well that Ends Well
After our post race recovery regimen of a shower and big lunch, complete with celebratory libations, it was time for the other important part of our trip. And that was spending time with our brother Randy, who we had not seen for a few years. He graciously came and picked us up and drove us to his farm, about two hours outside Montreal. Once we got over the surprise of how much he now looks like Colonel Sanders (albeit a more svelte version), we were off to the farm. Little Sis got the front seat on the drive and she had a great time enjoying our brother's somewhat offbeat sense…
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Punching Above my Weight
The other day I had to go into work, and instead of taking the elevator I took the stairs. It was not long before I realized I was huffin’ and puffin’, and believe you me, there was no way I could blow someone’s house down. Clearly I was out of shape, and it slowly dawned on me that I had to do something about it. I was particularly concerned because the Sisterhood is committed to a 5K walk in Montreal in a few weeks. At this rate, both Big and Middle would surely put me to shame, and the humiliation would be excruciating. After a few days of thinking about…
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The Games People Play
Once upon a time, about 35 years ago, five young mothers each walked their daughter into the first day at Mountainview Preschool. It was a new exciting experience for both Moms and daughters. But little did they know the significance of that day and the ultimate bonds that would be established and nurtured over the coming years. Encouraged by their Moms, the daughters became friends. In the beginning they had play dates (dress up was a favorite), played soccer, went to Brownies and celebrated birthdays together. And the Moms gradually began to know, appreciate and support each other. They chatted at soccer games, before and after Preschool and even became…
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The Silverware Mystery 2.0
It has been almost six years since Mom (Betty) passed and we still miss her every day. But every once in a while, little things sneak up, deeply reminding us of her absence and catching us off guard. An arrow to the heart if you will. And that is exactly what happened recently when Big Sis came across a piece of jewellery that brought back vivid memories. It prompted her to reread a blog post from 2020, reliving a special tribute to Mom. The 2020 Silverware Mystery When an elderly person passes away, there are usually memories and memorabilia left behind. Mom was no exception. There were boxes and boxes…
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Too Much Time On My Hands
Recently I had the misfortune of experiencing an EIE (extreme illness event.) No, it wasn't Covid but to be honest, I am not entirely sure what it was. I can, however, report that it put me out of commission for 5 long days. I was miserable and feeling very sorry for myself. As is often the case when illness strikes, boredom sets in and I was no exception. After doing everything I could possibly think of (ie. reading, daydreaming, staring out the window, singing my favorite songs and even an attempt at meditating) I finally gave in and started scrolling through my phone.
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Biscuit’s NBF
Note: NBF is short for New Best Friend...or is it New Boy Friend? Biscuit is a very sociable canine. She makes friends easily and not long ago she was introduced to Sir Quachi, a Maltese mix from Mexico. There was immediate chemistry (could this possibly be a romantic situation?)
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Saturdays With the Sisterhood
Once upon a time, there were three sisters affectionately known as.........."The Sisterhood." Theirs is a long standing relationship, having been acquainted with each other since the birth of Little Sis in 1965. It is a connection that is unbreakable and as you can see, on occasion they even dress alike. More importantly, they are united in a dedication to honor their late mother, Betty. Hence the creation of this blog and their Instagram account titled "Betty Would Love That," because they sincerely hope that Betty would in fact, love what they are doing.
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Unsolicited Retirement Advice For Little Sis
Big and Middle Sis have both been retired for a number of years now and both have adjusted remarkably well to this dramatic, life changing event. In contrast, Little Sis appears destined to continue her employment for the immediate future. That hasn't stopped Big and Middle, however, from offering words of retirement wisdom on a regular basis, but it is our belief that to date, it has mostly gone unheeded. Convinced that Little is in need of a comprehensive and informed plan, well in advance of retirement, we offer the following invaluable advice, born of real life experience. Listen up Little.....we're talking to you.🤔
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