Nighttime Arrival At The Cottage

 

     I am at the cottage. I arrived at an unusual time for me. I motored with my daughter and son in law who live at the cottage. They were in Toronto for back to back meetings which they thought would end early evening. The meetings ended just before eleven. Not so, so bad. At night, especially on a Thursday there is usually light traffic and the weather was clear. We thought we would  make good time and arrive at our country abode around 12:30. This was not to be. I guess people were trying to get a head start on the long weekend, and traffic was heavy. Highway 400 was under major construction. Suddenly overhead signs appeared stating all lanes were closed. Whats an automobile to do?. Where could it go? It couldn’t turn around and unless it could sprout wings it couldn’t fly. We decided not to abandon the car. and sat in bumper to bumper traffic just inching along. Finally at Bradford a policeman directed vehicles off of the highway and back on again after a short detour through the town. We still can’t understand why on the eve of one of the busiest weekends of the year that they would decide to undertake such major construction.

By the time we reached Barrie, we were starving and stopped at an all night Sobies to stock up on snacks. The one lone cashier must have been lonely because she initiated conversation with us and we talked for a long time with this interresting grandmother. Her daughter had a baby at 16. Her mother insisted she finish high school while the family helped raise the child. The daughter not only finished high school but became a registered nurse and a mother to two more children with the same original partner. Her mother is very proud of her daughter. Her only regret  is that the daughter refuses to get married stating that times are different now, than when her mother was young. That it is.

When we arrived at our destination we stopped to admire the stars before going inside. The air was nippy and fall was definitely in the air. Once inside we were greeted by dogs and one sleepy daughter who awoke when we arrived. I fell asleep at 4:00 A. M. and slept until noon.  I slept through the commotion of young grandchildren waking and clamouring  for breakfast . I slept through the tantalizing  odours of a gourmet breakfast preparation by a daughter and son in law. I slept through the barking and roughhousing of the three grand dogs. I slept through the departure of family members going on a day excursion. I even slept later than my 19 year old grandson. I must be  getting younger. The last time I slept in to noon was when I was 16. 

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About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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One Response to Nighttime Arrival At The Cottage

  1. LOL. Oh my, that part about getting younger because of sleeping in was so funny. My sons can sleep til the cows come home, where as I am up at 5 or 6 every morning. To me, sleeping in means sleeping until 7:00 AM. 😀 You obviously needed the rest and I’m so glad you were able to get it. Take care. Hugs, Elizabeth

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