I did go BACK in the woods...

but NOT to the same place.  I love being outside, in nature. It is like a drug for me.  It is also proven  to stave off depression, and when you are sleepless, being physically active, especially outdoors,  keeps the blues at bay.

What did I see in the last four days since I ran into the bear cub?  I was hiking at Daly Point Reserve, with a friend, when we started crossing a boardwalk type bridge over a marsh.  I looked to my left, and there, staring at me, maybe twenty metres away, was THE most beautiful doe.  She and I locked eyes, as I stood there a*w*e*s*t*r*u*c*k. When I came out of my daze, I quietly pointed out this magnificent beast to my hiking partner.  The tawny coloured deer suddenly turned tail and quietly bounded away, her white tail bobbing up and down among the marsh ferns.  Ah..... what a moment, one which I captured in my heart forever.    A Canadian moment! Which leads me to this...

Did you ever hear this classic Canadian joke?  Canada COULD have had French culture, British government and American know-how.  Instead, we ended up with French government, British know-how and American culture.  I would say we did alright!  Which leads me to ....

wishing you all a WONDERFUL Canada Day this July 1st.  BONNE FÊTE Canada!  I hope you will be celebrating Canada's 151st Birthday, with family and friends, in the spirit of love, community, strength and diversity.   We are a nation of immigrants, and for that reason alone I am grateful and proud. Namaste!

"IF you go down in the woods today...

you're SURE of a big surprise."  So the song goes.  I sure WAS SURPRISED, when Vimy and I went for a quick walk down one of our favourite trails today.

I hadn't been down that trail since last fall.  It's very near where I spotted that black bear running toward me last fall, right in the middle of the street.  However, I felt relatively safe sauntering down that trail, because I knew that a mother bear and her THREE cubs, who had been spotted there this spring, had been captured.  Unfortunately, the mother was euthanized, and two of the three cubs sent to a rescue centre.  The poor, third little fella, evaded capture.  I wouldn't think his chances of survival would be great.  So I thought the coast was clear.

We were almost ready to turn around, when I heard some loud rumbling in the bushes next to the water treatment's large pond.  I called Vimy to me, but he quickly ran ahead, trying to find the source of the noise.  I looked back, and basically, what you see in this stock photo, is pretty much what I saw... STARING back at me. My hand instinctively went to my pocket, for my phone, to take a picture, but wouldn't you know it, I had left it at home. Dumb! 

I snapped Vimy's leash back on, and we quickly kept on walking. When I looked back, it was just in time to see the little one scamper across the path, and bound into the woods.  Suddenly, I didn't feel like going any further. "Better to head home, " I said to myself.  Where there is a baby bear, there is usually a MOMMA bear.  Never mind if you think she has moved on to meet her maker. 

As soon as I got home, I called the Department of Natural Resources, to advise them of my bear spotting.  I asked if this cub I had seen, was possibly the "THIRD" cub, the one who had evaded captured?   NOT A CHANCE!!  DNR did capture all three cub.  YIKES!!!  So this cub DOES have a Momma.  The ranger told me that the mother sends her cub(s) off to play on their own sometimes. 

W...E...L...L... I won't be going back on the trail again, any time s*o*o*n.   It's THEIR playground, NOT mine.  That cub (or cubs) can romp his little heart out there, with or without Momma in plain sight. 

Remember - things come in threes.  This was my second close encounter with a bear.  I will N-O-T tempt fate.  

Good ... and bad things come in threes!

A 1000 km road trip to celebrate a new soon-to-be addition to the family, left me returning with unexpected gifts.  I started my week finding a humongous tick on my Vimy, which I took out with tweezers. (SO GROSS!)  I then did tons of research, consulted friends, took pictures, ran to the vet (albeit late I know!) to get expensive flea and tick medication, and ended up sending the tick off to Winnipeg to get tested for Lyme disease. The whole experience totally FREAKED me out!

Just before I found the tick, I raked the lawn a little t...o...o  strenuously, causing my sciatic nerve to act up.  I almost keeled right over FLAT on my face, when I bent down to pick up the leaves.  That sudden pain freaked me out.   Damn, why did I stop going to yoga? (No money, no time =,no excuse!)  I spent the rest of the week applying patches to my bare backside, and zapping myself with my mother's homemade massage do-hickey-thingy.  At school, I explained to a class of eight year old kids, that IF I was grimacing when I got up from my chair, it wasn't anything they had done or said, it was because I was in pain!  I must have grimaced once too many times, because this little red haired, freckled, blue eyed munchkin blurted out, finger wagging, "'Madame, you NEED to get some Voltaren MO gel, for that!"  Of course, that comment made me laugh!  What would an eight year old know about Voltaren? I had never heard about that ointment until I was getting ready to hike The Camino, for God's sake!

Thursday afternoon, I came out of school, only to see a S*O*L*I*D white line stretched right across my windshield, on the driver's side, directly in my line of vision. A ruler might not have made such a straight line.  Damn! Another freakout!! I had heard something hit my windshield on the drive back, but I didn't see a thing on my it when I checked. I guess it needed four days to develop?  Good and bad things come in threes, don't you know.

So Friday, a two hundred and fifty dollar deductible later, a ninety minute wait, after a sleepless night where I had booked off work at 3:00 am, finds me at the MALL killing time while my windshield gets replaced.

  

I put off shopping all the time, because I hate it.  I had no excuse now. Plus, I needed to find shoes for my son's upcoming wedding.

This is where shopping really BECAME therapy.  In one store, I sat on the floor trying on shoes.  It hurt too much to keep sitting and then standing up.   I asked if there was a female assistant who could give me an opinion on which shoe she thought looked better.   She was on break I was told by one employee, but the second guy I asked, leaned over to whisper in my ear , "I am gay.  Does that help?" I replied, "That is just perfect!" And it was!  He helped me select the right shoes, and ran around for me, after nicely suggesting I get off the floor and sit on a bench.   I ended up buying TWO pairs of shoes. Total therapy and total fun.

Now all I had to do was go pick up Jiminy.   I was lucky enough to have Handy Bro see me walking on St. Peter, stop, pick me up and drive me to my car.  Distance? 0.1 km... THE shortest lift I have ever had, but THE most appreciated.   Just the thought of having to cross what I can consider to be a very dangerous and super busy intersection, was gearing me up for ANOTHER freak-out.  Frankly, I have had ENOUGH freak-outs this week!

Not the o*n*l*y Nounoune!

A friend says I shouldn't call myself a "Nounoune!"  Nounoune is French Canadian slang for a naive woman who can sometimes be a little stupid.  Why shouldn't I use that word?  I am laughing at myself and what is wrong with that? There is nothing wrong with self-deprecating humour.  Laugh at yourself and the world laughs WITH you, NOT at you.

Besides, I know I am not the only nounoune out there.  Evidence the following tales, which are all TRUE!

I know a real estate agent, who went to meet a potential client at her home.   The client's allergies were very bad, so she excused herself, to quickly run to the pharmacy to get her puffer prescription refilled.   However, while the client was out, she met up with a friend, and decided to join that friend for lunch, leaving the real agent sitting in her house, patiently waiting.  Can you believe it? The agent was smart enough to leave after waiting FORTY-FIVE minutes.  How can you forget someone is sitting in YOUR house and YOU are NOT there?

My sister-in-law, the artsy-crafty one, enjoys a toke now and then. While out walking, she decided to temporarily butt out her roach and stick it in her pocket, to finish up later.  She continued on her walk, when she suddenly felt her leg feeling rather warm. When she looked down, she saw smoke swirling around her pocket.  The simmering roach had burned a hole right through her pocket and was working its' way through the lining of her coat!  And I thought I was bad, losing a lip gloss in between my coat and its lining!

Someone else I know, rather than ask to take her leftover meal home from a restaurant, stuffed her pocket with leftover fish, wrapped in a napkin. She then TOTALLY forgot about it, and thus spent a day trying to find the source of the "fishy" smell that had suddenly permeated her house.

I know someone else who locked their keys in their car, not once, but TWICE in a two week period, Her very patient spouse came to her rescue each time.   How one manages to do that with a key-less remote is really beyond my comprehension. What do you do? Click to lock your car, open the door quickly, and throw your keys in?

Now, on a totally POSITIVE side, I have to tell you my ABSOLUTE BEST NOUNOUNE moment ever.  I manually balance my bank book against my bank statement, every month.     I know, I know!!! Who does that in this day and age?  Well, I have done it for forty-plus years, and I will keep doing it.  At the end of May I couldn't balance my bank statement.  Mind you, it was in my favour.  The bank statement showed that I had X number of dollars more in my account, than my records showed.  I racked my brains over this, and went over every debit carefully.  When I finally found the problem, it wasn't a debit; it was a credit.  I had debited the amount from my record book, intending to transfer to my savings, and then completely forgotten about it.   The amount?  NINE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!  My God, it was just like winning the lottery.  I am off to buy myself a new bike with my newfound money.  WHAT FUN!!

A teeny, tiny "Nounoune" story? Presenting a "FREE" coffee card from a MacDonald's, at a TIM HORTONS! 

Finally, this blog wouldn't be complete without adding another "poop" story.  I haven't had a poop tale to tell in a while, right?  Last weekend, I very carefully put on a bright, blue latex glove in order to pick up Vimy's very big deposit.   I then bent over, put my hand inside the poop and scoop bag, and very neatly picked it all up. Trouble was, the glove was on my left hand, and the poop bag in my right!

When you are in a hurry ...

any loo will do, even if it is only six inches off the floor!  Sorry about the toilet humour, but I have spent a lot of time in Primary lately, thereby explaining the running around, with no time to get to the "staff " washroom.

I have some little conversations to share.  They are precious, always.  With apologies for Google Translate, here is another bilingual posting.

Maternelle:

Quand j'ai dit à un petit que son coupe-vent ne le protégeait pas du froid, et que ses parents n'avaient peut-être pas pensé de vérifier la météo, il m'a répondu: "Y avions oublié."

Adèle: Regarde, ma dent est "loose!"
Moi: Ta dent est branlante?
Adèle: Non, ma dent est "loose!"

Right out of nowhere, May 23, one little looks up at me during circle time, and declares "J'ai hâte à l'hiver!"  WHAT?  Maybe the two inches of snow on the ground that day, had something to do with THAT remark.


1ère Année -

Carson: Es-tu Madame Pirouette?

Brody: J'ai juste la semelle de mon manteau.
Je pense qu'il voulait dire "la doublure amovible", de son manteau.

Anthony:  Je connais le Président des États-Unis. C'est Donald Trump. Il n'est pas toujours gentil.

Vanessa:  Le panda est "cute". Quand je lui ai suggéré le mot "chouette", au lieu du mot anglais "cute", elle m'a repliqué, "Il est cute aussi!"

Moi - Caleb, tu t'es lavé les mains avant de prendre ta collation?  Il rentrait de la petite récré dehors. Caleb - Non.  Je n'ai pas besoin.  Moi - Pourquoi pas? Tu t'es amusé dehors. Tu peux avoir les mains sales. Caleb - NON!  J'ai passé la récré en punition, le dos au mur.

Grade One:

After reading a story on honeybees, we went around the circle, the children naming their favourite sweet treats, - i.e. jujubes, candy, chocolate, and when we got to Benjamin? PIZZA!

When I asked the children to come up with a number story, Olivia started hers with the following: "Cameron gave me nine diamonds."   Now there is a girl who already knows what she wants!

Seeing a picture of Vimy on my phone, a little one exclaims, "By the way, le chien est "cute!"

MY FAVOURITE STORY OF ALL, and dare I say... "La plus cute?!"

Grade Two:  I had run down the hall one day at school, something we tell the children NEVER to do.  So, whenever this little fellow saw me, he always asked me the following question.  That day our conversation went a little further than usual.

C.J. - Madame, were you running in the halls today?

Me - You are NOT going to let me forget that I did that, are you?  I promise, I won't do it again.

C.J. - If you do, I will tell the principal.

Me - Oh dear! If you do that, maybe he won't let me come back here.

C.J. - Then, I will only tell him when I am in high school!

How do you think CJ made me feel?