So Close – What Pegman Saw

I did not go the expected route.  At all.  Consider this a heads up. 😉  Thank you Karen and Josh for hosting accepting my late submission!

This week Pegman takes us to the highest peak in the world, Mount Everest, also known as Sagarmatha. Thanks to the wonder of Google Maps (and the many intrepid climbers industrious enough to carry the necessary camera equipment to such elevations) we can climb Mount Everest in the comfort our bathrobes and fuzzy slippers.

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So Close

I can see the peak.  What was but a dream for years is finally becoming a reality and is within my reach.  I know it.  I can almost touch it.  Paradoxically, it also feels unattainable as there is yet much to be done to arrive.  I have made so much progress, less lies ahead than behind.

I can barely breathe; the air is thin and it feels as if my oxygen has been cut off.  The ache in my jaw tells me I have been tense, subconsciously.  I am worried I will not be able to achieve this goal I have set myself.  Tension or excitement?  Both?

Now is not the time to give up, that’s for sure.  Not at this point.  Just dig deep and do what needs to be done.  Suck it up.  You’re scared.  So what?

Once that SOLD sign is affixed, I can rejoice and move on.


OK… This is MY mountain to climb 😉  I am going a tad nuts as my house is officially sold (yay!) but I have some things to fix before everything is official.  Things that ain’t gonna be cheap or done in the blink of an eye – possibly.  I’ll know more in the next few days.  I think this is seriously why my jaw is aching!  I woke up feeling like I’d been punched or something.  Sorry for my blah-blah.  I just felt I needed to explain how I got from Mount Everest to a SOLD sign 😉

Things That Kids Do – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my readers.  Today’s Friday Fictioneers, always brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff (no E)-Fields was brought to you by much head-scratching, soul-searching and utter despair.  OK, OK, I exaggerate just a tad.  Trying to come up with something quasi-intelligent for Jilly Funnell‘s peculiar pic was not gonna happen.  So I had some fun instead.  Do try to come up with something better by clicking on the blue frog below and adding your two cents’ worth.  Thank you, ladies, for causing me grief this week!

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Things That Kids Do

“Last one up is a rotten egg!” Johnny yelled as he took off running.

“Hey!  Not fair!  You cheated!” Jimmy hollered as he ran, quickly catching up.

“I have to.  Your legs are longer’n mine.  Gotta take any advantage I can!”

“Guess it didn’t work, loser!” Jimmy laughed as he reached the top step.  “I beat you!”

“Nah ah, you didn’t.  We ain’t at the top yet.”

“What do you mean?  We’re at the top.”

“Nope,” Johnny pointed to the peak of the structure.  “We have to climb to the top of that.”

Jimmy squinted, looking up.  “Are you crazy?”



My Loves/My Hates

This blogging world is pretty darn small sometimes… The other day, Amy over at the Bumble Files posted her love/hate list, and though she didn’t tag anyone, I was thinking that maybe I’d play along.  Well!  Sammy over at Bemuzin took it a step further and DID tag me!  What’s a girl to do when the Universe conspires?  Play along, that’s what!!  Before I get started, please note I hate the word hate and have been trying to remove it from my vocabulary.  It’s so huge.  And though my list will contain things I hate for realz, it will also contain some things I really, really, really dislike… 😉  OK, maybe I do hate them!

Yes I do love my family and my extended family; that goes without saying

The rules are simple:  list 10 things I love, 10 things I hate and enlist 10 others to do the same…

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My Loves

  1. Gatherings: small or large; with friends or family or both; preferably with good food and wine.
  2. Entertaining.  Feeding my guests with food I’ve created (and getting the oohs and aahs too!)
  3. A clean house.  One that smells like it’s been cleaned and sparkles and shines.  See H2 below.
  4. The smell of freshly mown lawn.  I took a walk today and every second house seemed to have the lawnmower going!
  5. Sitting in dappled sunlight, feeling the faintest of breezes, with no sounds other than the leaves rustling.
  6. Listening to my boys razz each other, laughing all the long.
  7. Getting caught in a summer rain, splashing in the warm puddles.
  8. Summer thunderstorms, when I am safe inside the house.
  9. Walking my dog, camera in hand, snapping whatever catches my eye.
  10. Sitting in a comfy chair on a covered porch, book in one hand, wine glass in the other, while the rain beats a soft tattoo.

My hates

  1. My backyard neighbours: the adults, the kids, the yapping dog ~ all of them ~ wish they were GONE.
  2. House cleaning.  There is nothing remotely enjoyable about passing a vacuum, mopping the floor, waxing furniture… no matter how nice it looks.  See L3 above.
  3. Being “flushed”.  We set a date, we marked our calendars.  That said, I know things happen and schedules can change.  By the way, I hate flushing as much as I hate being flushed.  I will be gracious about it, most times.  Some are unfortunately repeat offenders.
  4. Being pranked.  I have a sense of humour for many things ~ definitely not this one.  Mick is lucky he survived the one and only time he pulled one on me.  Not funny.
  5. Being ridiculed or laughed at.  I know it’s important to learn to let things slide off my back but I have a really hard time with this one.  I envy those who can laugh it off.
  6. Being ignored.
  7. When you step into a store and like vultures, all the sales people pounce on you.  It’s enough for me to hightail it and run!
  8. When you actually need help in a store and not a salesperson can be found!
  9. Lack of table manners:  chewing with an open mouth, biting the utensil (major shudder on this one), talking with the mouth full, elbows on the table…
  10. Always negative people; the ones who bitch and complain about everything.  I call these energy vampires and I release them from my presence!

It took me a few days to come up with this list, having so recently done the 50 things that make me happy.  I had an evening where everyone was breathing my air so I could not think of 10 Loves!  They would have been coloured by my bad mood (yes, occasionally, I do indulge!)  As I didn’t want that colouring my list, I abstained.  All is good now!

So, here’s the part where I should tag 10 people to do this but I won’t.  If you do want to play along, please do!  I look forward to getting to know you a little more.



Love In Ten Lines

I have received a challenge from Annet over at Annarette to write a Love poem in ten lines. Always up for a writing challenge (lately!) here is my attempt.  An image is not necessary but this little collage is full of love!


Love In Ten Lines

Where is the Love?
Love is all around

Some fear Love’s clutches
Yes, Love can hurt

Fear not Love’s pain
Love teaches us strength

Love shows us how
We grow in Love

Reach out for Love
Share Love with all

My quote is:

“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam

The challenge works like this:

  • Write about love using only 10 lines.
  • Use the word love in every line.
  • Each line can only be 4 words long.
  • Nominate others who are up for the challenge.
  • Let them know about the challenge.
  • Title the post:  Love in Ten Lines
  • Include a quote about love ( this can be your own)
  • You may write in any language

So, without further ado, I nominate the following.  Please note that should you not feel like participating, I will love you no less!

  1. Sarah at Sarah Potter Writes
  2. John at Meticulous Mick
  3. Andrea at Harvesting Hecate
  4. Rochelle at Addicted to Purple
  5. Sue at Daily Echo
  6. Dale at Eats Writes Shoots
  7. Raye at Jots from a Small Apt

Do have fun with it!  Looking forward to your submissions!




A Challenge Accepted

Sooo… the lovely Annet over at Anarette has issued a challenge (truth be told, the real challenge came from Jim in IA, Anarette just decided to put it into action!) to use the words listed below in a poem or some form of writing (we are allowed to create whatever we want) and the order of the words need not be kept:






I decided to give it a go and have a little fun.

Fall Challenge

Autumn Buzz


I’ve been simply turned into mush

The season did not stop at one bush

And I cannot help but gush

Been knocked right onto my tush!

Have you ever seen colours so lush?


At the Top of the World….Well, in New Hampshire Anyway!


All ready to go!

We wanted to climb Mount Washington last year during the Labour Day week-end with my sister and her family but it just didn’t work out…

This year, why wait until Labour Day, when chances are it’ll be cooler outside, when you can do it in 29°C (84°F) instead?  I mean, seriously!  So, we booked a Monday to Friday trip to New Hampshire, at the Eastern Slope Campground right on the Saco River.  Nice place, very close to Mount Washington plus we would be able to swim in the river, jump off Tarzan ropes and go kayaking after our climb.  A nice time was in store.

But first, we had a mountain to climb! A 6,288 foot mountain, to be precise!  Let us just say that it was no “walk in the park”!  The year before we had gone up Whiteface, which had some challenges but was a couple of thousand feet shorter!  Then again, Sister did warn us that this would be a challenge.  (How she and her hubs did it hung over is beyond me!)  Off we went, full of smiles and good cheer.

Of course, when you see a sign like this, you realise that it’s a good thing we are doing this in summer!


The path from the beginning until the Hermit Lake shelter is quite something, full of rocks and nary a downward slope.  You know, going up Whiteface there were flattish parts here and there, Washington? Not so much.  So it’s rocks and up and up and up!

Some time between the Shelter and the top, we met a gentleman who would be just behind us, going at a steady pace.  We’d break, he’d catch up; we’d take off, take another break, and there he was again.  We offered to let him pass (some places were more narrow than others) but he said that no, he much preferred to follow OUR pace!  He said that he would have ended up pushing himself too far, too fast and this was just fine, thank you very much!  His name was Bob, a 59 (!) year old EMT from New York.

Mick and Bob

Mick and Bob

From this point on, the challenge was on:  as we went up, up, up; the rocks got bigger and the air thinner.  Let’s just say we took a few more breaks during the top half! It was gorgeous, though!  And I totally loved the little bouquets, tucked in here and there amidst the rocks!

At the top portion (will we EVER reach it???) all vegetation was basically gone and we just had to manoeuvre ourselves over these humungous rocks.  Even Zeke was having a hard time of it!  The wind at this point really picked up and my god-daughter, the smallest and youngest of the group, was getting pretty fed up.  At one point she stopped, arms akimbo, looked at her dad and said:  “Maudit, que je pogne dans le vent!”  This sort of loosely translates to:  “Damn, the wind keeps tossing me about!”

Finally, finally!  We made it! It was, as hubby likes to say, “a little nipple-y” out!  The temperature was a mere 11°C (52°F) at the top!  What a crazy difference in temperature!   We hurriedly took our group pictures, shivering all the while (and the reason my picture of the elevation sign is blurry – couldn’t stop shivering)….

We made it!

We made it!



For those of you who’ve never been to the top of Mount Washington, 231 miles per hour was the highest wind ever recorded by man.  So windy, one of the original houses is chained down!

Once inside the restaurant/souvenir area to warm up and fill our bellies we realised that what goes up, must come down.  Zeke was NOT going to make it and frankly, Mick, my sister and I were not overly enthusiastic either.  If the consensus had been to hike down, most of us would have found the energy.  I would have had to figure out what to do with Zeke.  That said, we looked into sending the two men down by bus to get the trucks and it was – gulp! – $60 per person!  My sister, ever the charmer, said hang on… went up to a woman and asked her if she was heading down.  The woman said she was waiting for her boyfriend so when he showed up my sister told them we had a lame dog (not quite but people care more about dogs and people so it worked!) and would it be possible to bring her husband and brother-in-law down to get their trucks.  Of course she said yes!  This couple was German and quite the beer discussion went on during the ride…. Our guys offered to pay them for the ride, the couple refused, the guys insisted… so they paid them twenty bucks  ($100 less than it would have cost for the bus!!)

We had a good hour’s wait for the guys to drive down, get the trucks and drive up.  Mick’s first words upon arriving were:  “Holy cow!  It’s a scary drive!”  Wait till you see it!  I can now understand why people proudly display their stickers This car climbed Mt Washington – we have ours but haven’t stuck it on…. It actually costs $28 to be allowed to drive up to the top.  That said, you get your fabulous sticker and a CD which you listen to as you ride up and down that is full of very interesting information…

Here come our rides!

Here come our rides!

We watched from inside the warm restaurant to see our men coming up the mountain.  We piled into our respective vehicles and made our way down.  Whoa!  What a ride!  Along the way there are places to stop and cool your breaks and if needed, fill your radiator with water!

We actually did stop to take a break and I went around to take some of the vegetation mentioned in the CD… The trees are all twisted and quite small but are over 100 years old!

Driving down was gorgeous as well as scary – especially when we encountered a car coming up.  The rule is, the right of way is given to those coming up the mountain…. we may not have been on the edge of the cliff as they were but there was truly not much room to move!

Driving down

Driving down

All in all, a most satisfying, fun, push-yourself-to-the-limits kind of day.  Though, frankly, I think Zeke had more than his fill…. Poor guy. We totally understood how he felt!

Pooped dog

Pooped dog


Ya gotta start somewhere

So, this is my third blog and have decided to start afresh (again). I am pretty much the mistress of Start and the empress of Unfinished & Incomplete and I want to stop this pattern. I have challenged myself to blog every day for one week, just to see how it fits and to give myself a small goal.

Baby steps.

I must practice what I preach. Just this last Saturday I “coached” someone recently and told her to breathe, slow down and to take one step at a time because she was totally overwhelmed, discouraged and depressed that she wasn’t where she wanted to be. Why the quotation marks, you ask? I cannot give myself a title I have never trained for nor have the official qualifications for in any way! No matter how much I seem to attract those who feel they can talk to me. Maybe I give good counsel or listen well – I’m not sure! She asked me if I had a minute to chat and I said yes. After a good 20 minutes or so, she thanked me for my time and felt that she could re-align herself. I asked her what had propelled her to approach me in the first place. She said it was because of my beautiful smile (wow, I love that!) and that she felt that I had a kind heart. Well… I was beyond touched. And inspired. And maybe I just stood a little taller.

I’ve thought about this off and on over the years and have come to realise that this was not an isolated incident. This has been something that has been going on for years. Take my office. Folks never just stand in the doorway to say “Hey, what’s shakin’?” They walk in, sit in my guest chair and chat away. I love it and encourage it so maybe there is some kind of coach inside of me! Have I thought of taking coaching classes? Yes indeed. Have I done so? Hell no! Very costly, I don’t have some of the pre-requisite courses, there is no place close to home, and well, I guess what that really means is it is not something that I truly feel compelled to be doing full-time.

Holy cow. I just let my fingers go and have totally gotten off-topic! Welcome to my crazy head. Where was I?

Oh yeah. Baby steps. One blog post at a time. No quitting. No unfinished business! Oh, and no excuses. I have not even “prettified” this blog page yet so do expect some changes as I go along!

One final note: I also have another new beginning. I decided to join my man for a morning run. You must understand that I am SO not a runner so this is definitely another challenge I’ve decided to put myself through! We’ve agreed that Monday, Wednesday, Friday we’ll run and Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, we’ll bike. As I usually leave for work at 6:15 am that means we have to get up bloody early to get in a half hour!

5:00 am we were off. We ended up doing a total of about 3.5 km. I did manage to run all the way to the end point but admit I needed slow down to a walk (fast!) 3 times on the way back. Still, quite proud of myself for breaking in my new runners and on Wednesday, I aim for only 2 stops!