Tales from the Bush in Quebec

My son did show up here the next day around noon, but without the Rug rats. He hadn’t been idly letting things go, hoping that time would erase the problem between us, but had been doing his own investigation. Although we (mother and siblings) were not aware of it, his suspicions were on par with... Sign in to see full entry.

I saw it on Facebook. “TKO” wrote my son, the daddy to my Rug rats. Someone asked him what it meant. “A boxing term,” he answered. “When a boxer gets knocked down so often that even if he gets back up the other is declared the winner.” Another person asked him WHO was TKO? “Me.” was the short... Sign in to see full entry.

January 30 th, 1969. Dearest Brother, You can’t believe how disappointed I was when today, 24 hours before the deadline, there was only the weekly letter from Cousin Wanita. I ran upstairs to read it alone in my room; I was that upset. Then, when I opened the envelope and unfolded her page, I found... Sign in to see full entry.

January 12 th, 1969. Dear Brother, I am so sorry that I was out when you rang. They told me that you left no message, except that you would get in touch with me later. You know me. Instead of waiting, I tried to reach you anyway. I was more than a little surprised when I heard that your number had... Sign in to see full entry.

After receiving my text, my youngest son came by yesterday to gather whatever tools he had in the garage, the clothes still in upstairs’ dressers, and the multitude of toys that were taking up a good part of my living room. Our conversation is stilted; emotions on both sides are still too raw to... Sign in to see full entry.

It was Pat_B who coined this date last year as the ‘Happy Bird Day’. Already we are at my brother’s second birthday since his passing. Time is no longer just flying by; it’s on a super-sonic jet. I’ve hardly seen its flight. There was no family Christmas in my house, but the New Year’s Eve party was... Sign in to see full entry.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO Y’ALL!!! There’ll be no traditional Christmas in my bush this year. No tree. No feast. No gathering of the clan. Worse...much worse...no rug rats. Another story for another time. Mentally it has been awhile; physically, I just got back to civilization, the last three days without... Sign in to see full entry.

Tao, my youngest Rug rat. “You have to give us our breakfast right now!” Attempting to shake the sleep from my brain, I turned to look at Bali, my 5 year old rug rat. The expression on his face was as arrogant as the tone of his voice. It was the first night that I had slept on the couch at Mummy’s... Sign in to see full entry.

So, when you think about it, this latest change in my living situation is actually quite good. I’ll have to pedal a little more for money. I had forewarned my two clients to find another accountant by December. However, this provides a chance to clean office. You can be sure all future clients will... Sign in to see full entry.

Choices. We all have to make ‘em as we go along in life. Well, we do until we get either too sick, or to the age where others make them for us. I’m not in either of those places yet. After the visit with my son this morning I was still extremely upset, mostly because I had to once again refuse to... Sign in to see full entry.