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#102 Tuesday’s Gratitude 13: Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace and Women’s Rights

What an great post. I hope we never lose the rights the women before us fought so hard for. We are very fortunate in North America for the rights we have.

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This past weekend I sat down to watch Alias Grace on Netflix; if you are not familiar with it, it is a miniseries based on the book by Canadian author Margaret Atwood. I’ve not had opportunity to read all of her work, but of what I have read so far, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Robber-Bride, and Oryx and Crake, I like her work a lot. I’ve not yet seen Hulu’s version of The Handmaid’s Tale; I will at some point I hope.

I don’t know what I am more grateful for exactly. that women in Western countries are no longer forced to live in such a way; wholly dependent on the resources and dispositions of the men around them to the extent they were up to about 100 years ago (arguably longer than that) or that Atwood is so capable of capturing the essence of…

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Granola my nemesis

Growing up I hated granola. Mueseli wasn’t much better but if you ate it fast enough it was bearable. I haven’t liked breakfast foods for years now.

I couldn’t make granola to save my life as a child. It wasn’t that I couldn’t follow the recipe. I just always burnt it. Every time. Even when it was done and cooled in the oven I still burnt it. It’s a talent I tell you!

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Now I finally have started eating granola again. With the help of chocolate and cashews. Chocolate makes everything better! It even has enabled me to stomach yogurt. Another food that used to make me want to barf. The smell just makes my throat seal shut.

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We didn’t eat yogurt growing up… the whole vegan thing… My sister got to have it as a very young child because she needed the probiotics to help her fight off staff infection. I didn’t have to eat the yogurt. I did, however, have to lie with my bum bare to the suns rays to heal the infection. It was mortifying and I hoped no one was going to come to the door while I was like that. The yogurt smelled like new pampers to me. Both the yogurt and pampers were new to our household and both held a very foreign smell. Neither of which I liked.

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Yet now here I am with frozen fruit mixed into my yogurt and granola. Funny how we change over the years in so many ways.

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No regrets

I was asked once what I regret. It was a new question for me. Not a new thought as I try hard not to live in the past wishing I’d done things differently. Made different choices.

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Don’t get me wrong there are so many stupid things I’ve done. Bad choices in hindsight. My life could have had so many different turns. But then couldn’t all of ours. There are millions of different lives we all could have based on decisions and sequences of events.

There are so many alternate lives that could have been. The idea must be a popular one for there are television shows and movies about it. The Butterfly Effect with young Ashton Kutcher or Stargate SG1 season 3 episode 6.

I choose to love today. To be happy for all that is good in my current life. Not to think of what could make it better. What I should or shouldn’t have done. Today. This moment, this breath, this life is a gift.

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Oh, the decisions! Which rocks do I choose to bring home? 

I choose not to squander it on I wish or I should haves.

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The older I get the harder that is. So many memories. The choices add up. I remind myself where I have come from. I do something as simple and pleasurable as a walk or kayak or housework. Okay, or a nice shot of fireball and a walk if it’s a really hard moment to smile. The thing is I do. In the current moment. I look for the good in my life and take a step forward.

I will not give in to regrets or sadness for in my life:

I made the best choice for me at that time in my life. I did the best I could knowing what I did at that time.

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Idle hands idle minds

Growing up our time was scheduled. All of it. What we ate, what time we ate, how long we had to eat. The same with reading, praying, sleeping, study. It was all scheduled right down when and for how long.

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Ever read how to do mind control? How to make someone malleable to your ideals. It has some similarities. Once I was in the world, in a real school with access to a real library I read a lot. About cults, Satanism, mind control, sociology, psychology, and of course romance. I loved the worlds I visited in books. I still do.

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Back to the scheduled time and being busy. Once I was on my own and starting to get the hang of functioning as a responsible (adult) in the world. I began making money, paying rent, trying to cook for myself and learn how to be around people. I found out that they (the ones I knew) spent a lot of time sitting, watching TV. I didn’t understand it. I had difficulty following the humor as most show’s make references to things in life everyone knows as common knowledge. Unless you grow up locked away with no radio, newspapers, television, news or outside contact. A few years ago I was listening to a comic and got so excited because I GOT his jokes. I had been in the world long enough to understand the references. Seems like a small thing but it isn’t.

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I tried so hard to learn to sit and do nothing. To sit and watch television, to lay at the beach, to sit around talking. It was difficult and I’m still not very good at sitting still for long. I did have a few years where I was actually good at it. Although in hindsight that may have been due to stress and depression. That’s a story for a different time.

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Back to scheduled time … I always felt guilty if I wasn’t doing something. I still do – makes it very difficult to paint my nails! I fear missing out on life. FOMO they call it nowadays.  I don’t’ want to miss the warm weather, the cold weather, the snowflakes, the giant droplets of rain to dance in,  the sky, the clouds shapes. I just want to do and play in every moment until I need a rest. All those moments that should be spent doing not resting. I’m now starting to think that’s because I grew up with my time scheduled. Taught to be busy. That idle hands cause idle minds which then begets trouble.

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Reblog to help a friend…

I have never reblogged something before. This hard-working young man asking for help seemed worth a share on facebook a few cups of coffee and a reblog. Kudo’s to him for not only going out of his comfort zone but also for not giving up!

Happy Saturday everyone 🙂

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Hello Lovelies!

We all go through rough times at some point of our life. And when it hits, even if you work your hardest, it may seem like nothing’s turning up positive. Family matters, health issues, lack of a job…  Troubles add up, and at some point, you have to be able to ask for help.

Colin, from “Welcome to my World” is having a tough time lately. The young dad is working hard to get the training to become a driving instructor and provide for his family, but the bills are adding up faster than the money coming in.

If you have a couple of dollars to spare and a big heart, please come and pay a visit to the link below.

“Sharing is caring” they say   🙂

I never thought I would ever, in my life, write a post like this. As I am writing this I’m not…

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On a lighter note

It seems my posts got a little serious lately so I thought I’d try and find something a little lighter for a change. How about a little peek of our awesome trip to Silverwood theme park this week complete with photos!

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My daughter turned SIXTEEN last year and after much thought, she chose a family trip as her birthday present. Love that she considers family trips that highly as she was offered a horse, pet pig, and other such wonderful pets. In case you don’t know my daughter she adores animals of all shapes and sizes.

 

Pictured above: pet George the huge snail eating a banana that she befriended during our visit to Kenya. Hugs with her cat that randomly moved in and adopted us one winter. My daughter with her friends and brother proudly showing off their huge collection of slugs during a trip to the Westcoast. Just a few examples of her love of living creatures.

As you can see I was surprised she turned down another pet. I was actually extremely relieved! Two pets are enough for me as both kids are now getting ready to learn to be on their own. I have a feeling when they go the pets are staying! If you follow my Instagram you have probably surmised the dog has me wrapped around his little paw!

It turns out I didn’t take photo’s at Silverwood this trip. Maybe because I took so many when we went 7 years ago. Or maybe because the kids wanted to do their own thing and seem to keep a frowny face whenever the camera swings there way. I do have one priceless photo…

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So obviously that isn’t us. I thought it would be helpful to see it’s a rather steep descent that makes everyone scream…

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Just to explain the reason behind the next photo…

 

 

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Yes, that is me… hair straight back, eyes tightly closed, shreaking for my life and it hurtles past me with a rocking clacking racket at top speed. I kept that expression for the ride called Aftershock – the floor folds away from you before the ride starts!! No I didn’t have to ride it however my son couldn’t be telling his friends he went to Silverwood and didn’t ride it. The plan to go in it scared us so bad we couldn’t eat our dinner.

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My son – the back right already knew what to expect as the poor bugger road that alone when he was 9 years old. He was white as a sheet after that ride. He thought he was going to fall out of it as his butt never even touched the seat once the ride started. A thin bar he says, no seat belt he says, I thought I was going to fall right out of it he says…. so this time he felt much safer… His friend didn’t seem to feel very safe… He didn’t leave the wave pool for two days after that ride! My daughter like me likes to close her eyes and pretend it will be fine. The  ‘this isn’t really happening to me’ mindset. Her friend obviously goes eyes wide open terrified of what will come next. She was probably wondering what kind of family does this to kids calling it fun!

The following evening I thought it best to take the terrified young man for some kiddie rides so he doesn’t leave Silverwood with the taste of terror in his mouth. It took some bribery for him to even consider leaving the water park as he was quite certain we never needed to go to the amusement park side again! We went the swing, the frog hop (my children are pictured below – the middle two from our first trip ). The teen girls were also there in line to ride this cute little frog.

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And of course lastly kids the Ferris wheel. Complete with animal seats and umbrellas built for all sizes but meant for the kids and faint of heart riders. After the animal Ferris wheel ride, he was a happy young man, he came running towards me with an excited smile saying how awesome it was…. Until he remembered my teen son was also with him at which point he pretended it wasn’t quite that big a deal!

 

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My adorable daughter on our first trip. I asked her if she wanted to change before we go into the park. My daughter: hands on hips looks down saying, ‘ what’s wrong with this outfit? I’m wearing all my favourite clothes!’ I let her wear it. I mean really who am I to judge what looks good on the outside when she feels confident and happy inside and out?!