#$%@ Good Little Writer

Sometimes life sneaks up on you. You're busy making your way through the day, thinking about what happens next, what happens after that, what happened yesterday.

And then you lift your head up and have a look around.

That's what happened to me yesterday. My daughter Meghan had a link to her current blog post.

Somewhere between then and now things have changed.

Maybe changed is the wrong word. Things have continued and matured. Picture a plant in full bloom. A lovely fragrant blossom.

One of the photos that Meg had posted reminded me of a photo that David took of her in Montreal when she was 18 and we were there for her birthday celebration. That seems like yesterday, but I realize it was almost 8 years ago. She's done a lot of living between then and now and so have I.

In 2008 (and just a few short blog posts ago) I commented how much I am enjoying my relationship with my adult children.

Can I add an Amen and Amen to that?

There truly is no greater joy than to see your children walk in truth. The truth of becoming the people that they were meant to be.

-Beth

http://megsheff.blogspot.com/2011/04/way-in.html

Saturday Mornings

There's a tiny little spot right down where the Ganaraska River meets Lake Ontario that you need to visit. Today was pretty busy - it gets worse as the winter fades to spring and then summer is bad too - way too many people for my liking, but good for business. Anyway, I digress - a place that you should visit is the Rainbow Cafe. A wonderful homemade breakfast and all the coffee your bladder can hold for $5.50.

It was especially wonderful today because we had a table full of wonderful women - all in there sleepy finery. Except for one of us who struggles with obvious addictions - she was inebriated but had been up since 4:30 - she was really happy to be out for breakfast with friends.

And I use the word advisedly. I have begun to realize how flippant we are about the word, 'friends'. Usually it has to do with proximity. Beggars can't be choosers my mother used to say - not in this context, but if you feel like a beggar, you may settle for the friends to call themselves that.

Of course you can tell a friend by the way they treat you - friends don't tend to sniff around your apartment on the last day of the month to see if your cheque is in yet and see if they can weasel money out of you. If they have a baby they can use to explain the need for more money, so much the better.

And, off they go with my inebriated friend's money. Funny tho, they won't be around again until the end of the month, when they will cling like burrs until they get what they want.

But my much saner husband reminds me in my righteous anger that love costs what the person is willing to pay. These young men remind her of her son. That relationship is estranged. It's taken a lifetime to get to this level of dysfunction - it 's not going away quickly.

But I think breakfast every month is one really great way to start learning new tricks. It's all I got. Leave any other ideas below.

I had hoped to get to the thrift shop and wool shop shopping that made the morning complete - but I'll have to leave that for another day!

Thanks for stopping by!

-Beth

Let Me Add a Thought....

over the summer, why not follow the antics of one of my favourite people who is in Paris - walking the tightrope sans net - which makes her even more special. Just don't drink coffee and read her blog - your computer keyboard will not appreciate it - consider yourself warned! Click to the left to see what I mean....
-Beth

I've been too busy for you

it doesn't look any better any time soon.
But take heart - winter is only a few short months away.

Deborah's Collage

John MacPherson at Cedarsfest

Hey -
Here's the next thing out of Napanee - a cute kid who's got big talent and personality to boot.
Watch and be amazed!
you heard it here first.
-beth

I'm Missing My Baby

and she wasn't celebrating the October birthdays with us in Kingston, so here Kate in all her flapper glory from Hallowe'en....

The Sheffs Do Kingston Minus One

Connemara Pony, Connemara Region, Republic of Ireland