THE WATERLILIES AND THE PICKLED LILIES MEET AGAIN

Who are the Pickled Lilies?  you ask. well if you had read “Why me? a memoir” chapter 6 you would know. We are group of  fourteen diverse women who belong or once belonged to the same fitness club.After our workout or walk it has been a tradition  for over 30 years to have a coffee and share gossip and laughter at the Pickle Barrel Restaurant.

It has also been a tradition for a number of years for us to have a three day getaway at our family cottage. No men, kids or dogs allowed. It was at the cottage that we officially became the Pickled Lilies.  Most of us had read or were reading “the Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya  Sisterhood” written by Rebecca Wells and published in 1996. We decided we too should have a name. Sitting by the lake , and being a little tipsy from drinking sangria, while watching the water lilies swaying gently in the breeze it hit us –we would be known as the Pickled Lilies, or by the abbreviated version, the PL’s.

But alas , good things come to an end and because of various circumstances we were unable to have our traditional cottage gathering  for a few years. But this year was different- we reinstituted  our three day retreat.

Some things never change. The Lilies insisted on doing the shopping, meal planning and cooking. Who am I to complain? It is nice to be pampered.  However some things do change. Our meals were not as elaborate as they once were. We used to take pride in homemade gastronomical delights, such as oven roasted root vegetables drizzled with olive oil and seasoned with all kinds of fresh herbs. This year we just threw sweet potatoes in the micro wave and instead of steaks on the barbecue  we opted for barbecue chicken from Costco one night and barbecued  hamburger patties purchased  from Costco the second night. However we didn’t starve and everything tasted wonderful. Like previous years the first thing on the agenda was to make the sangria. However this is the first year that we added bottled Sangria to make it go further and extend its life.

A lot of our circumstances have changed. Some of us have lost our spouses. One of the PL”s is in a nursing home and another has a husband in a healthcare facility suffering from the horrible affliction of Alzheimers disease. There were eight of us this year plus two who came for the day. We missed Tara G. who  is recuperating  at home from recent bypass surgery. We also missed her cranberry martinis  and broschetta

I predicted that the first to arrive would be Jenna and Ellen S. and lynn. I was right.They are always early.I was upstairs when I heard the door open.I came down and was greeted with “Look she is still in her pajamas. Well I wasn’t in my pajamas .I was dressed to impress in  what i thought was a pretty colourful dress. I told them this and Jenna said ” oh I have a shmatta {rag} like that at home.” You have to understand that over the years we have learned to push each others buttons, usually, but not always in jest!

Next to arrive was the bulk of the food accompanied by Merle, Eve, Ella and Candy. Candy was carrying the box from Costco and promptly spilled the red juices from the burgers all over  the floor. Our two day guests , Tara L. and Sherry arrived. We cleaned the floor while Eve assembled the sangria. After lunching on party sandwiches and the sangria we headed down to the beach. Someone walked into the small beach bunky to use the washroom. She didn’t use it because there was white foam and mysterious black crud floating in the toilet. What was it? We had no idea. I called my neighbour who happens to be the mayor to ask him if he would mind taking a look. He did us a favour and came over. He solved the mystery by saying someone cleaned the washroom and threw  the soapy water from the bucket into the toilet and  didn’t flush it.We opted not to use that bathroom, for fear it might overflow and instead trudged many many times back up the hill to the main cottage to use the facilities.

last time prior to the lilies visit there was a sighting of an otter. A few of the ladies went for a swim the first day.Those of us on the beach never told the swimmers about the otter. our favourite saying was You”otter” go into the water. We would break into peals of laughter. The swimmers thought we were nuts. This year my kids encountered a beaver hanging out by the dock.I  told the swimmers but not until we were already in the water. Actually the water was beautiful, wet and warm. This was the hottest week of the season and maybe  a record was set for temperature and humidity. Candy claims she was bitten by a fish. Three bathing beauties came running out of the water. At least we didn’t encounter the beaver or the otter.

There were  other minor casualties as  well. Ella had a headache. Eve got her rear end stuck in a swimming  tube. When she climbed onto the dock, we pulled on  the tube . It came loose and dropped into the lake.  A ski boat had just gone by and caused turbulent waters. The tube started floating rapidly across the lake with Jenna and myself in hot pursuit, huffing and puffing..We finally caught it and brought it back to shore just as Eve came with a rake to try to retrieve it. A little too little a little too late.  The next day Eve got her same rear end stuck in the same tube. This time we refused to help her.

Ellen S. had a  couple mishaps. Her lounge collapsed with her on it, not once but twice,  and she had an allergic reaction to something that affected her eyes.When she wasn’t busy dealing with her mishaps, the rest  of us would amuse ourselves watching her cat nap and listen to her gentle snoring. She was completely oblivious to the rest of the world.We were jealous . There were other complaints- tingles and cramps and other oddities that come with age.

Our chronological age has increased substantially, but our maturity hasn’t. In fact our emotional and mental maturity seems to have regressed. Soon we will be in our second childhood. Our language used this week at the cottage would shock our grandchildren and we giggle at the stupidest things. We love to laugh and rehash our past escapades and adventures.We never fail to amuse ourselves and we are our own best audience. This amusement is probably enhanced from the effect of the  sangria or red wine or whatever we happen to be drinking at the moment.

Speaking of the sangria, I went into the kitchen and there was the delicious drunken fruit from the sangria sitting in a bowl.Everybody else was at the beach. I couldn’t resist.I started eating the saturated orang slices and didn’t see Candy come in.She started to yell at me. “Put that back we need that fruit to add to tomorrows sangria. “  I knew that but I didn’t think anybody would notice a few missing orange slices and I didn’t know Candy would come to spy on me. She then went to the beach and told the rest of them about my transgression. I was so mortified about my sin that I couldn’t look anybody in the eye for about a minute. I got even with Candy ..she told me that she intended to stay down at the beach the longest so that the others would have the table set and dinner prepared. I told the rest of the group and her plot was foiled.

In the evenings we played Mahj Jong, Canasta and bridge. Some of us played better than others and some of us let that fact be known. Other years we often went on outings to neighbouring towns, but this year we were content to just stay at the cottage.

All in all it was a great few days. I apologize to my cottage neighbours. We were probably loud and obnoxious as usual, worse than the teenagers.

I appreciate my friendship with the lilies . We truly are a sisterhood. we have gone through life phases at approximately the same time-the trials and tribulation of child rearing, menopause, family weddings and divorces and deaths of loved ones. We mourn as a group.We take each loss personally and share in the joy of personal and family accomplishment of our sistersNo matter what age we are, females  need female friends. I hope my granddaughters take time out from their phones, computers  etc. to cultivate real  friendships. Friends are  an asset especially as one ages. Here’s to the pickled Lilies -Keep on laughing. I’ll drink a cup of Sangria to that and then eat all the orange slices.

I will attempt to add photos if I can figure out how to post them

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SOME DAYS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS

Yes some days are better than others and yesterday was definitely not one of those days.

The day started out just fine . a morning walk with friends and then breakfast with a younger cousin. After that it was downhill.

I went for a badly needed manicure. I got yelled at. There was one patron having polish put on her nails. I was told to take the chair next to hers . The problem was her large purse was on that chair. I didn’t think it was politically or ethically correct to sit on her purse and besides it might have hurt my delicate derriere so I asked her if it would be okay if I moved her purse. Her very loud  response, “ABSOLUTELY  NOT,  DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY PURSE. “ I was in shock and didn’t know if I should laugh or cry . I did neither but just glared at her .She then sweetly asked the manager of the salon to please move her purse.

I came home and inquired about two friends who recently had surgery. Hopefully they will both make complete and speedy recoveries. However I was devestated to learn of the passing of a dear friend and neighbour, after a courageous but relatively short battle with ALS.

I also learned that due to miscommunication with a friend, she had purchased a ticket for me to see the production of “Kinky Boots” for the only evening  in August that I had an important prior commitment. Apparently the tickets are non refundable or exchangeable. It is something I will have to work out.

To add insult to misery my air conditioning unit  wasn’t working and the hottest muggiest most polluted days of the season are forcast for the week.  The superintendent from the building came to take a look. He removed the front panel and told me my air conditioner was frozen. Sure enough there was tremendous ice buildup on the inside. I have defrosted fridges and freezers before but never an air conditioner. The super told me to phone the service contractor. He also told me that it was going to cost me mega bucks and that the warranty had  run out  last year. The repair men arrived early today and they have been working for four hours with an estimated few more hours to go. Apparently there is a leak in the coil. They are confident it can  be repaired by injecting the coil with a fairly new water proof substance. I guess that is better than having to replace the whole machine.

I can’t say that tomorrow{ Sunday} will be a better day. Tomorrow is the funeral for my friend may she rest in peace– but hopefully Monday will be a big improvement.We must carry on and count our blessings.

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WHAT TO DO IN COTTAGE COUNTRY WITH TWO MUNCHKINS IN LESS THAN IDEAL CONDITIONS.

I recently travelled to our family cottage in Georgian Bay with my daughter, son in law, two young grandsons and Kaga the large  dog. I shared the back seat with the two boys secured in  their respective carseat and booster seat. Kaga the large dog travelled in the very back of the car. He was secured in . Rather than lying down he preferred to spend most of the trip standing behind me, breathing hot air down my neck , licking my ear and occasionally cooling me off with a little doggie drool .The boys were great and amused themselves playing games and watching movies on their I pods. It is so much easier motoring with children today than when my kids were little.

It was raining on the drive up and it was still raining when we reached our destination. Upon our arrival we were greeted with a multitude of mosquitoes and other insects that followed us into the cottage.

Let me tell you a little bit about the boys. One is six and one is three. Both are active and have an overabundance of energy, and fear nothing. Unless they are kept busy they like to challenge each other to  duals such as seeing who succeeds in pushing the other off the trampoline. Inevitably these duals end up with one of them in tears. Fortunately their clever parents are very innovative in finding activities  and outings to keep them busy. The family like exploring small towns and eating at various out of the way restaurants. This is a treat for me because my recently departed husband preferred to spend his cottage time  water skiing and driving the boat– passions I didn’t particularly share with him.

After a good nights sleep the kids were awake early. When I came downstairs, I was accosted by an exuberant three year old. He didn’t say good morning but rather he excitedly shouted ” We’re going bowling–Yup! Yup!”. This was accompanied by his unique happy dance .

And bowling we did go.But first we went to  YANNIS  FAMILY RESTAURANT in Fesserton for a huge breakfast. The food featuring Greek and American dishes was good and the prices reasonable. After breakfast we went grocery shopping and then dropped off a bag of decluttered stuff from the cottage to Value village. While there we bought some books for the minors. At last it was time to go bowling. The  small bowling alley is located in the pretty town of Coldwater. To get to the bowling alley we had to walk through the town laundromat .Fun was had by all. Even when there was a storm related power outage and it was pouring outside our spirits weren’t dampened. The six year old proved to be a great bowler. The three year old bowled like a typical three year old. Do I bowl better than a three year old? I refuse to answer that. Some things are not meant to be shared on social media and that is one of those things..

We spent the next morning at the cottage and then headed  to HENRY’S FISH AND CHIP  restaurant for Lunch. Henry’s is a Georgian Bay tradition, popular for its battered fish and chips and fresh pickerel dinners. There is a large outdoor patio that overlooks the water. We found the restaurant to be kid friendly. The boys enjoyed watching the boats in the marina and the people on the boats. Henry’s is located on Ogden Beach Road in Midland.

After our stomachs were full we stayed in the Midland area and visited Saint Marie Among the Hurons, the firstEuropean community in Ontario. This attraction brought back memories to the time I came with my children. This was a French Jesuit community  established in 1639 and acted as the  headquarters for the Jesuit mission to the Huron Wendat nations. The goal was  to spread Catholicism. This was a fenced community that encompassed barracks, a church, workshops, residences, and a sheltered area for native visitors. The mission was short lived. The settlement was attacked in 1649 by the Iroquois. The Missionaries chose to destroy the mission  rather than risk having it desecrated. They travelled back to France, after burning the settlement to the ground. Reconstruction started on the original location in 1964 and is now a historical site and museum. St.- Marie  among the Hurons brings to life early Canadian pioneer living and interaction between the Jesuits and the Hurons.

The young ones loved going into the different buildings  and climbing stairs to the bedroom levels, and running around outside, Customed guides were present giving talks and answering questions. The boys interacted with the farm animals did arts and crafts and played games that children had played centuries before and of course  visited the modern day snack bar. Back at the cottage it was running through the sprinkler time. They slept well that night .

Most of the following day was spent at the cottage. the weather vacillated between sort of good and not so good. The squirrels and chipmunks were happy we were there because they were fed lots of peanuts. late afternoon the family headed to Penetanguishene for a satisfying dinner at PHILS. I chose to stay back and do some chores,

Kaga needed a hair cut and this day was planned around his needs. An appointment at Hill-Cress dog Haven in Victoria Harbour was arranged for him. We dropped him off and we were very impressed with the clean and well maintained facilities and the happy dogs that we observed. This facility also boasts a dog rescue program, provides training programs and offers boarding and doggie day care.

We said goodbye to our pet and went to pick strawberries near Midland at Thunder Beach Strawberry Farm. The strawberries were sweet and plentiful. The Farm appeared to be a family business run by Ma and Pa who were seniors and enjoyed talking to children. Children  were given a worm. No, not a real one but one made of fabric that wiggled.

We took time to do some grocery shopping and then headed to Little Lake Road Park in Midland, where a festival was being held. It was a long walk down to the lovely park. We saw most people walking  with a hiking pole. We were told that they were giving them out free of charge. at the other end of the park. There was lots of activities for the kids.,After about half an hour I convinced my daughter that we should  get one of the wooden poles, because one never knows when one will go hiking or take up pole vaulting. We told the males in our family we would be back in about five minutes. I knew we had to pick up the dog .Well we walked and we walked and we walked some more. At last like a mirage the booth that was giving out the poles miraculously appeared. But Oh No, there was a long line up. I finally reached the front of the line and was prepared to be handed the pole but I was told they wanted to talk to me first about the beads on the stick. It was then that I noticed that the booth was run by  “Fellowship of  Christian Farmers Canada”. the talk was interesting and informative but I knew we had to get back and I was suffering anxiety. I think I offended them when I declined to take part in the prayer circle because of my time curtailment.

We didn’t have time to take in another attraction In Midland that I had visited with another set of Grandkids. CastleVillage and Enchanted kingdom park is another family run business. It is up for sale because it is getting hard for the owners to maintain. Kids enjoy fantasy by peaking into the windows of  various fairy tale houses, have fun on the unique slides in the playground, walking the  draw bridge and exploring the surrounding woods. The facility is a little run down but probably it is one of the biggest bargains around.

Finally we went to pick up Kaga. Poor kaga. He  probably thought his family had abandoned  him. He  looked very handsome indeed. I think he knew it because for the next couple of days he walked around with his nose in the air.

Next day was warm. Even though the lake was cold the males in the family went swimming.

I enjoyed the activities and enjoyed my family. I am grateful that they included me. Now I am tired and inundated with things I didn’t do last week. I was invited to join my son and daughter in law and their two little sweeties. and join them this weekend at the cottage but I had other commitments and will take a rain check.

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SUNSET IN THE CITY

  

 

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I’LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS and the Pickled lilies

I recently went to the movies with some of the pickled lilies { a group of fourteen ladies of which I am one}I will refer to them as the PL’S We have been friends for over 40 years. They are special to me – the PL’s rated a whole chapter in ‘’Why me?”

Unfortunately a few in the group are now widowed. Typically on a Saturday evening  those of us who are on our own and not commandeered to babysit for the grandchildren will get together for a movie , dinner or a cultural event. This weekend we went to see I’LL SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS; a romantic comedy drama featuring Carol, aptly portrayed by Blythe Danner. Carole is in the twilight of her life and has been on her own for twenty years after her lawyer husband died in a plane crash. She has her own house and pool  who she shares with her faithful dog Hazel. Most of her time is spent with her three friends who reside in a nearby retirement village and who are constantly  trying to convince her to sell her property and join them.

Sure the film is overflowing  with stereo types of aging, seniors and the Golden Years–But hey!  I am not complaining . We the PL’s related to Carol and her group . They would easily fit in with our crowd. They gossip, play bridge, have senior moments which we refer to as sometimers, laugh and drink wine and cappuccinos. We gossip , play bridge have senior moments which we refer to as sometimers, laugh and drink wine and cappuccinos. We found the movie to be funny and we giggled until tears came to our eyes when watching   the senior speed dating scene. The movie isn’t all about laughter. There are romantic scenes involving Carol and her two new relationships. There are also poignant moments portraying death , family relations and friendship.This film shows how to embrace the challenges of the twilight years and shows that we are never too old for new experiences.

Others in the cast included Sam Elliot  and Rhea Perlman. This warm and fuzzy movie is most likely to be appreciated by my generation, the generation that made “the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” a hit. I am not sure if  my offsprings generation would appreciate this film. Maybe they would, because they could point fingers and laugh and say “My mom would do something as ridiculous as that”

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THE ROSE TATTOO

I recently attended a family celebration. A large number  of the guests were young teens. A talented friend of my eldest grandson was hired to hand paint temporary tattoos. I decided to join the long lineup and get  tattooed.  Why would I do this? I guess for fun and to impress and amuse the grandchildren.

I asked the tattoo lady how long it would last. She said two weeks. but because of a combination of the background noise created by the DJ and the exuberant dancers and my aging ears, I heard two days. Hmm two days . Thats fine. I figured I could keep it covered for that short time, so my peers wouldn’t tsk tsk me or worse yet talk about me.

I chose a long stemmed red rose to be applied and painted on my collar bone. It was only a couple minutes before the news circulated around the room that the grandma had a tattoo. Everybody came to inspect and admire it. I felt like a celebrity.

I am getting quite attached and proud of that rose. I am  considering getting a permanent tattoo –maybe even  two or three or four  or more and maybe some body piercings . I might even buy a Harley, join a biker group and tour the country. Who says life can’t begin in the seventies!!

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LEARNING TO BE ME AFTER A CATASTROPHIC EVENT

It has been just over a year since my husband suddenly and unexpectedly died of a major cardiac event. I still shed tears nearly everyday, but I no longer break into uncontrollable sobs at the most inopportune times or in  the most inappropriate places. I weep in the privacy of my home.

A fellow blogger submitted a post about a widow who couldn’t bear to live without her recently departed spouse and she committed suicide Her body was found by his tombstone. I  feel that lady’s unbearable pain, but it is unfortunate that she decided to end her life. Nobody knows what the next day will bring–and think of the double sorrow and guilt that her family and friends are now subjected to. I also miss my spouse  but I still have memories of him  and I see traits of him in my children and grandchildren, I reminisce –and yes even laugh with family and our mutual friends about past shared adventures and escapades  I often feel  D’s presence and I carry him with me in my heart.

A short time after that fateful day I posted a blog and stated that I am no longer part of a “we,” but ‘’ONLY A ME”. I am still a me but I  don’t consider myself to be ONLY a me. I am Me- a me that out of necessity accomplished things I didn’t know I was capable of. I have grown and I have gotten to know myself and I actually like that self. She is O.K.

I will strive to thrive and try to be, the best me that I can be.  I  think I just created a limerick -not quite as good as “Peter Piper Picked a peck of pickled peppers–“ but not bad.   In any event I look foreword to going foreword and I Intend to enjoy life for both myself and my hubby.

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