something horrible has happened

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This is one of my favourite places in downtown Ottawa. I started getting coffee at Cafe Delice in April, and it is delicious coffee!! I drink my coffee black with no sugar and having my daily coffee is a calming ritual for me.

I have always considered myself a non-picky coffee drinker. As long as I have a coffee in hand, all is right in my world- regardless of what kind of coffee it is. Well last weekend we swung by the local donut shop for a joyous large cup of jo, and I was shocked to realize I wasn’t enjoying it as per usual.

What is happening?? Am I becoming a coffee snob? Say it ain’t so! After all – we have a long drive to NL this summer and I’m guessing the donut shop coffee is what we’ll be drinking. Maybe by the time we get to St John’s I’ll be used to it again.

In the meantime I am going to savor every last delicious drop from Cafe Delice! Yum!

What’s your favourite coffee and how do you take it?

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that Heather really knows her stuff

Life has been extra busy as you can imagine, trying to fit everything in before we leave Ottawa. Phone calls to schools, eye, teeth and dog grooming appointments, among many other errands, are not always easy to fit in outside of working hours. So last week I took some time off work to check some of these items off my to-do list. Although I had super busy days making the most of my time off, one morning I was able to start the day slowly. It seemed like such a treat to slowly drink my coffee while watching Canada AM.

As luck would have it, Heather from Chapters/Indigo was on and was recommending summer reading. We always buy books for the kids when school is out in June and we had some Chapters gift cards to use, so I was making notes while she was on TV. Over the weekend, we dropped by and picked up two of the books she recommended for the kids.

The first one is The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey. I bought this one for my 14 year old son. According to DS14 “it is about aliens”. That’s about all the details I got on this one.

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The second book is Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell and I bought it for DD13.

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Now I can’t personally recommend these books since I haven’t read them. But judging from the noses in the books around here, they are a hit. Heather had said on TV, that Eleanor and Park was about kids in Grade 8 and turns out, the characters are actually 16. So I think it is probably a bit old for DD13 but honestly I am just glad she is enjoying it. Also DD did say that E&P contains foul language, so if that bothers you, best steer clear.

Click HERE if you want to see all the books Heather recommended. My plan is to get Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald: A Novel of Zelda… for me before too long. Mama needs a book too!

Now back to my list. I have a pointe shoe fitting to schedule, school forms to fill out and closets to pack. But there is always time to fit in a book here and there.

What are you reading these days?

lovely lunch in Westboro

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Recently I had an opportunity to go out to lunch with a friend and it felt like such a treat! I have wanted to try Petit Bill’s Bistro for a long time and this was the perfect opportunity. The owners are from Newfoundland and they have won numerous awards.

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We sat outside under the big red umbrellas and I ordered the Sea Scallops that were pan seared with butter, local maple syrup & bacon with an almond spinach salad on the side and OH MY YUM! So delish!

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My friend ordered the Lobster Poutine – Lobster, shellfish butter & mascarpone cheese over fresh frites. Doesn’t it look fabulous!

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We both loved our lunch and I think we each ate every bite. We just had sparkling water, but the wine list is apparently extensive at Petit Bill’s. If you are in Westboro with time for lunch, I highly recommend Petit Bill’s Bistro. I bet going for supper would be even better.

small peaceful gestures

When I graduated from High School, I really wanted to explore my (then) dream of being a dancer. So I flew to Toronto during the summer and auditioned for the School of the Toronto Dance Theatre with two friends. We were accepted into the Professional Training Program and moved to the Big Smoke in September. There was so much I loved about TDT, and I will forever be grateful that my parents supported me in choosing to try it. But I realized during that fall semester that I really wanted to head back home and go to university. I think I always knew I would end up going back to school, but these sidelines in life are sometimes just as important as where we end up, and TDT was a sideline that I will always cherish.

When I moved back to St John’s, I think my parents were relieved. Not only to have me home, but that I wasn’t going to have the unreliable life of a dancer. I knew they hoped I would choose to come home to MUN but they never once pressured me to stay. But once I was home, they hopped into action to help me do what was needed to start MUN in Jan, and that included my Dad lining up at the Thompson Student Center to register me for my first year courses. (that was before telephone registration – remember that??).

Adjusting back to life at home had its ups and downs at first. Looking back on the experience, mentally adjusting to the idea that I wasn’t a dancer anymore was harder than I realized at the time. For 16 years I had identified myself first and foremost as a dancer and suddenly I was cold turkey – no dancing at all. And of course University was challenging (as it should be). Probably I was putting extra pressure on myself to make university really work, since the path I first picked turned out not to be for me. If I wasn’t going to be a dancer and I couldn’t succeed at university – then what??

So when my first round of midterms came along I was STRESSED. Totally wound tight and not coping. And the day of my first midterm my Dad came and sat next to me and laid his hand gently on my arm and quietly and calmly assured me that all would be well. And just like that I started to feel better. More ready to face my week knowing he had confidence in me that I could do it. This small, peaceful gesture alleviated some of my worries and made me love him even more for recognizing what I needed in that moment.

It’s one of my most comforting memories of my Dad.

I’m lucky to have this wonderful father and fabulous Grandfather to his seven grandchildren.

Love you Dad.
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hurling through space

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Are you the type of person who likes roller coasters?  When I was in my 20’s my DH, Sister #3 and friends went to Canada’s Wonderland and I did EVERY single roller coaster in the park.  I think that was pretty much the last time I rode a roller coaster.  I don’t love that feeling of being hurled through space and, what can I say, I am a wimp {shrugs shoulders}. I figure that I have done the roller coaster thing so now I am done.

Except I’m not done with the proverbial roller coaster of selling this &#!%# house. I actually LOVE my house and I know someone will come along and love it as much as I do.  But I really wish they would hurry it up already.  (I know, I’m impatient!!).  But it feels like we are in limbo until the house sells and I am tired (as in “sick-and”) of constantly cleaning this place and dragging the dog out so he doesn’t scare potential new owners. (I’m sure Rocky is also sick of this process.)

I know I’m whining, but you know this process sucks.

If you are in the market for a lovely new home, I have the place for you! And maybe I’ll throw in the dog as a bonus, if this process goes on much longer. Hehe – JUST KIDDING!  I love my nuisance of a dog.

ps – I know my post title is a *tad* on the dramatic side.  Just wanted you to know I am aware.

I can’t see them but I know they’re there!

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This is the path I take when I walk home from the bus stop at the end of the day.  As soon as I step on this path I can smell the lilacs.  I have no idea where the scent is coming from. I can’t see any lilacs from the path, but you can really tell they are close by.   Such a pleasant aroma! Makes you want to take a deep breath and soak it all in.

pure cuteness

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The 4 year old across the street came to call on my 13 year old DD today to see if she could go out and play. She has babysat him a couple of times and this kid is pure cuteness. Adorable that she took him to the park. He asked her if she wanted to feel his muscles. Made me smile.