Recently, I've noticed something.
That, in itself is remarkable.
Moving on . . .
I work with a group of elderly people.
Some of them like nothing better than talking about their health.
Or lack thereof.
I've been treated to stories of gall bladders.
And a plethora of aches and pains.
I cluck sympathetically.
Knowing that each of these ailments will probably visit…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 31, 2012 at 6:30am — No Comments
Out My Kitchen Window
For three years, we lived next to a haunted house.
Okay, it really wasn't 'haunted'.
But strange things went on there.
Maybe I should explain.
We lived on a street of tiny, beautiful starter homes.
Less expensive and perfect for people living on a lower income. They were filled with senior couples and young families.
We fit into the second category.
The house beside us, whose front porch I could see from my…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 30, 2012 at 7:04am — No Comments
We had decided to take our children for a holiday over the long July first weekend.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
But we had made a couple of mistakes.
We hadn't planned. Anything.
We hadn't made reservations.
Did you know that you need reservations to camp in Alberta over THE long weekend?
Well, you do.
It was getting late on June 30.
We had been through dozens of…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 29, 2012 at 6:42am — No Comments
My little brother and sister were playing.
Something they wasted a lot of time doing.
When they could have been involved with much more productive pursuits.
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 12, 2012 at 9:35am — No Comments
How do you 'rise and shine'?
Throughout my life, I have been summoned from sleep in various ways.
My mom, a member of the…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 10, 2012 at 10:14am — No Comments
Milk River is a small place.
Hardly more than a dot on a map.
And, though it was the centre of my world, in a cosmopolitan sense, it would not be considered . . . well . . . cosmopolitan.
Oh, we had descendants of peoples from many places around the world.
In fact, most of Europe.
But no African Americans.
In fact, the only people who weren't strictly white-skinned, were our few…
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 8, 2012 at 9:46am — No Comments
This story is about sex.
But it’s not what you think.
I was raised on a ranch.
There are animals on a ranch.
That do ‘animal stuff’.
Eating. Sleeping. Growing.
Making other ‘little’ animals.
Which then eat. And sleep.…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 6, 2012 at 9:56am — No Comments
Okay, I don't want to suggest that there is a generation gap in our family but . . . well . . .
Yes. There is a generation gap in our family.
And it was never more obvious than it was yesterday.
Several of my grandchildren were over for the long weekend.
It was a fun time, made even more fun by the 'launch' of our new pirate-ship playhouse.
All of the kids were in the house.
Because it had decided to rain.
And our intrepid pirates didn't want…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 5, 2012 at 11:29am — No Comments
Time for a story about Christmas.
And in keeping with what has become a week of stories about my Husby, my favourite . . .
In the Tolley household, Christmas . . . the actual ‘business portion’ which includes frantic tearing of colourful papers and scrabbling through mounds of discarded wrapping, was an event on hold.
Until the father of the house finally succumbed…Continue
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 4, 2012 at 8:01am — No Comments
I admit it.
I call my Husby names.
Maybe I should explain . . .
My Husby was serving on a church committee.
With several other men.
One of which worked as a police detective in his real life.
Added by Diane Stringam Tolley on July 3, 2012 at 6:09am — No Comments
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