Showing posts from July 7, 2013

Get in the Swing With These Illustrations

It's an image that's very familiar in the summer. You're cruising along a highway at the edge of an urban centre, when suddenly there's an expanse of  green, softened  by gentle slopes,  silky smooth ponds and patches of sand.  The sight of miniature flags dotting the space clearly identifies this as a golf course, home to many, many fanatics through the green seasons. My husband and I are at odds on this sport; he thinks it's silly;  I love it.  Though I've fumbled my way around a course only twice, it's been enough for me too see this is a sport that suits my temperament and affinities. I love to walk in the sunshine, enjoying the camaraderie of friends. Sometimes it feels good to take a good swing at something.  And what other sport is there where refreshments are delivered to you during your game? The only problem is I really don't know how to play. A perfect weekend is in the forecast for our area, and I'm a little envious of the people wh

Collections for the Rock Star in You

When our youngest child was 13, he mentioned to us that he'd like a guitar. Having seen how he'd approached piano lessons, and knowing the attention span of a young teenage boy all too well, my husband and I made a deal with him. If he came up with half of the cash for an electric guitar, we'd throw in the rest. Well, he took up the gauntlet and as a result eventually his own guitar, the first in a series of many. It was, as it turned out, money well spent. Not a day has gone by in the many years since that he hasn't had his guitar in hand, and has, after studying it at the post-secondary level,  enjoyed some professional, though modest success. Yesterday, the son of a friend of mine turned 16. His gift was his first electric guitar. Nothing more genuinely conveyed delight than that smile on his face. After all, guys do love their guitars. And, as I joked to my friend, girls do love the guys who play them. I tend to think there's a bit of a rock star lurking

Where Life's a Beach

Winter, spring, summer or fall we think of it. In the cooler months we yearn for it, often going great distances to enjoy it. In warm months we gravitate towards it, whether sporadically or settling in nearby.  No matter who you are,  how old, what your tastes and preferences, when life's a beach it's a good thing. I was very fortunate for several years, when our children were young, to have a summer place near the lake. Living in close proximity to one of the nicest bodies of fresh water anywhere, with sandy beaches and glorious sunsets,  it was with a great sense of excitement we packed up the car and headed west at the beginning of the season. The drive took far less time than the loading and unloading, but it was all so worth it. As my daughter has said, those were magical summers. Each day began with a hope for sunshine and warm temperatures — beach weather. Each afternoon was spent soaking up warmth and the cool vibes of happy sunbathers and swimmers, as we parked o

It's Child's Play!

This past weekend, my husband and I had the pleasure of babysitting our 11-month-old granddaughter. An absolute delight with baby blues that beguile and a no-nonsense expression we like to call astute, she, as babies will, charmed her way into our hearts, the moment we first laid eyes on her. The thing with our Little Miss is that while she's clearly anxious to be on the move, she is conversely very patient about taking the necessary steps to get there.  For this we are grateful. The reality, we recognize is that when she decides she's going to walk,  we'll be walking, or running,  right along with her.  You can see she's a goer, who just hasn't found her feet yet. So, as that time is fast approaching,  it was nice this past visit  to simply sit and watch her play.  There's nothing more entertaining than seeing little ones having fun.  And here are collections of illustrations that show exactly how adorable that can be: Illustrations of Chi

Images Prove There's Fun in Multitasking

Oh, Monday. For many it began 'alarm-ingly',  the irritating buzz or blaring radio tunes a startling start to the day.  Then,  after dragging themselves from bed,  folks suited up and darted off to work, where, once arriving,  they fuelled  up with caffeine to take care of business. For me, that business means catching up with everything that happened on the weekend,  which is generally significant thanks to email and voice messages.  The challenging part of this, of course, is that while I'm digging out from under — sorting and responding to what's relevant from my two days out of the office — I'm inundated with requests, questions and concerns from people who, like me, are now back to work and trying to get the job done. I mention this today, because I have been a multitasking machine — not one that didn't hit a snag or two along the way, but one that once rebooted managed to complete the list. So,  with the phones quiet for a moment, the correspondence