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Northern Lights Southern Cross is a Canadian immigrant’s journal. My spouse and I have been living in Alberta for twelve years now, and this rugged landscape has become our home. These entries describe our journey through the days...our random thoughts, our lofty dreams, our faltering steps, our bright hopes. Please join us for a brief sojourn or an entire season.
09 December 2010
07 December 2010
14 Just for fun
should be the first photo I posted to the blog.
Here we have my nephew Barry Leach, uncle Robin and niece Tyla Mari.
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13 Uncle Robin meets his niece for the first time
Wal let her touch it. Then she was fine. :-))
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6 Tyla in tub
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15 RP, Tyla Mari, Wal
I sent the first 14 to individual recipients before I thought of
posting them directly to my NLSC blog. :-)
Enjoy! (I miss you all, beloved faraway family.)
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28 November 2010
Mom Little, chicken soup, and another fine day
asked me to join her while she ate her lunch. I'd already devoured my
bowl of soup, so I carried my cup of steeped tea over to her table and
we visited merrily for a pleasant hour.
Afterwards we went grocery shopping together (no fish for a while!)
where she bumped into a dear friend--whom I'd chatted to in church
that morning--and the three of us went to McD's for free coffee. Soon
I began to fade (the usual symptoms: blurry eyes, slurry words) and
Mom Little kindly drove me home for my weekly Sunday afternoon nap.
:-)
I am feeling decidedly more perky and less queasy tonight after eating
some ginger in the bath and sipping on ginger ale while I wrote some
notes (until my pages got too soggy from the steam).
Bedtime. Another fine day.
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Nov 28: worship, and a walk in the snow
CrossLight blog--and after the service I took myself out for lunch.
Here are some images I captured along the way to our neighbourhood pub
(where I'd intended to eat, since I felt like being alone). Alas, the
Cumbrian Arms was closed, so I walked across the road to Tim Horton's
for a bowl of chicken noodle soup--a sure cure for any ailment!
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Ginger (treats) and Jean G at Norma's
when I was violently ill from some fish I ate: not my own cooking,
thankfully).
My dear Calgary friend and retired massage therapist, Jean G, comes to
Cochrane every so often to meet me at Norma's. This time I told her I
had written something (my "Ginger and Auld Lace" piece) to read to
her--we've been trying to lure each other's writings from their
respective bottom drawers for years--and, bless her heart! Jean
arrived bearing eighteen sweet 'n' spicy homemade ginger cookies ...
just for me. I took them with to Norma's and ate a couple with my chai
latte. In the third photo our dear Norma blissfully bites into one.
Later in the day, as I went to collect my mail, I bumped into Dutch
neighbour (and my twin), Irma--and promptly retrieved yet another of
Jean's treats from my crammed pocket to share with a willing
recipient. Irma had presented me with a perfect plateful of Christmas
goodies last weekend; more about that later...
Back to Friday:
It was one of those rare and memorable heart-sharing, goal-setting
days that have the potential to change one's life. I wrote late into
the night (despite some unfortunate symptoms from the above-mentioned
amd most regrettable supper), and awoke on Saturday with a renewed
sense of purpose and courage for the season ahead.
Ah: a fine day indeed.
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