It's about time.

Many of you can relate to Working long hours at your career. Raising your families. Buying a home and paying all the bills related to being homeowners and parents. We're now retired and don't need all that work and expense. Now "It's about time" and what we do to follow our dreams.

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Thursday, November 28, 2013

White Stuff and Phone Calls.

Our Location today is Tecumseh, Ontario.

I was up by 7:30 this morning feeling totally rested. Kathy didn’t wake until after 8:00 which is not too bad since she normally wakes once she feels that I’m not in bed unless she is really tired like she was when she went to bed last night. I think there is another reason and I think that it is because Kathy is partly a bear and when the cold weather hits she goes into semi-hibernation mode and doesn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed covers not a comment Kathy totally agrees with. 

Once she was up she nearly went into shock and it wasn’t from the temperature of the apartment but the fact that looking out the balcony doors to the parking lot everything was white except the grey skies that were producing this nearly postcard type of picture. The temperature outside required serious bundling up with the wind chills bringing it much colder than we personally like. 

By the time breakfast was over and we were at the computers catching up on our reading when the phone rang. Our good friend Vera was calling asking if we would be home this morning as she and Bill wanted to drop off some Hungarian Hulka that they had made fresh this week. Kathy and I waited for nearly twenty minutes downstairs for their arrival but because of the road conditions Kathy suggested that I go back to the apartment in case they had called to say they’d be late. 
Our downstairs lobby.
I wasn’t gone for five minutes when Kathy showed up with the Hulka and news from Vera. Her sister had a heart attack and was in the hospital as well as their son had just been sent to New York for emergency eye surgery. Needless to say she was not having a good day and we’ll be praying for her family members in need at this time. 

I then made two calls of my own only to leave messages on answering machines. I had called both my sister Anna and my Aunt Anna both of who live in the city of London, Ontario that last weekend was hit by a S@#w squall that left two feet of the white stuff behind. My sister was the first to call back and we spoke of plight of slowly digging out, her grandchildren, our trailer because she reads the blog daily and then we set a date to meet before Christmas. 

I had no sooner hung up from my sister when the phone again rang and this time it was my aunt. Unfortunately they were house bound for three days because their parking lots weren’t cleaned out very quickly which is not good since their building is strictly for seniors. Again before finishing our call we made arrangements to meet before Christmas. 

Throughout the rest of the day we both worked on research for our trip and I also did some photo-shop work for Melissa and Kevin. After supper tonight we watched another Christmas special as we patiently wait for word that our trailer is ready to be picked up. 
Our fireplace also plays Christmas Music
To all our American friends and relatives Kathy and I wish you and your families all a Happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for following along and feel free to leave a comment. Be Safe and Enjoy!

It’s about time.        

Krackers

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3 comments:

  1. Ok, you guys, I think it's time you head south. Although judging by our trip down, it won't get a whole lot warmer...

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  2. Yo do need to get out of Dodge and head for warmer places soon.

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  3. Your pictures inside sure look warm and cozy, outside not so much. Just keep watching that timer - only 27 days, 21 hours, 19 minutes, 24 seconds . . . 23 . . .22 . . .21 . . . 20

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