I think I figured it out

I think that the blogging world runs on west coast time
and therefore my blog records that time...
smart thinking, eh?
and I thought of it all by my lonesome.

the blogging world can't tell time

how to fix that I will never know - not even going to try - so it looks like every blog I write is going to be 3 hours earlier than time is - says something about the space / time continuum - just like in Star Trek - yikes

what time is it?

My blog has been recording my blogging time as odd - four in the morning for some of them and if I am up at that time - as I sometimes am - much to my chagrin - I am not on the computer or blogging

so this blog comes with the time listed on my computer and the clocks in the house
lets see if it matches the one that the blog records -

9:04 pm

travelling time

Next week we hope to take the new vehicle (new to us) out for a jaunt. There is apparently an organ museum in Michigan that Martin found when wandering the internet last winter. I got information and we are going to drive out there for Wednesday. There are all types of organs - pump organs, theatre organs ...


and I am sure the organ that was in "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken"
http://youtu.be/-XdqRbIfNgE

(which had blood stains on the keys)
(which couldn't be removed)
(even with Bon Ami)
http://youtu.be/CNZMmzMdXFg

(scariest movie ever if you are in like grade 4 and have an active imagination) (way too many brackets I see) (but who is going to stop me) (I go mad with the ( and the ) keys (((())))   () () (hah)



...back to the story...

so we will see how that goes. Apparently you are allowed to try them out.
Maybe I will report back with pictures. I am going to try to take video.
Martin should be kept busy for hours playing with those organs.
I will bring a book.

 the Conn organ that Martin got in April

welcome to vaughan

A number of years ago I was travelling with a friend to a Saturday women's leadership conference in Toronto. Both of us have some issues when if comes to driving to an unknown location. It was decided that she was to drive and I was to navigate.

Maps were consulted, options looked at and a route prepared. We both liked the idea of going up especially early because we wanted to leave time to get lost and still not be late. 

But we (meaning me - I was the navigator after all) somehow got sidetracked.
Driving along and looking for our next exit we came across a sign that told us that we were not where we were supposed to be.
This wasn't the exact sign but it had said the same thing.

Welcome to Vaughan

Now when you are heading north you have to concede that you have gone too far when you see a sign welcoming you into the next city passed the one that you were aiming for.

We got off of the highway and actually got there rather quickly after that. The route we drove kept us on a highway and around a lot of suburban traffic lights. But that had lots to do with luck and hardly anything to do with my navigational skills.

So, this friend and I have a phrase that will instantly tell one how the other is feeling when she uses the phrase "Welcome to Vaughan"

Now, whenever I am facing the unknown and I think I might have lost my way.
I say to myself "Welcome to Vaughan"

speaking of water

I should have put this entry next to the sod one a couple back.

A number of years ago my father-in-law, who lived just down the road from us, had a garden at our place. He would come over from time to time to weed or water.

On what was promising to be a hot summer day we had been without water service since early morning. Tough when you are trying to do laundry or do the dishes or take a shower. I guessed that they were working on a water main somewhere down the road.

So when my father-in-law showed up to water the garden I was surprised that the water had been turned back on. Since he lived just down the road from us I assumed that his water had been turned off as well and wouldn't have thought that he would come over to water the garden when there was no water.
 

So I asked him, "How was your water this morning?"
He looked at me puzzledly, "My water?"
"Yes, your water, how was it this morning?"
"You want to know about my water?"
"Yeah, Dad, how was your water this morning?"

There is a look on his face that shows he is uncomfortable with what he is about to reveal but I can tell he feels he is obligated to reply to my question.
"Well, I peed this morning and everything was fine, why do you ask?"

It was then that I realised that he was thinking of an entirely different type of water and was trying to figure out why I was so insistent about knowing his personal plumbing habits.

We've had a few laughs about that one.
So when someone who knows the story asks me a question I might not want to answer I sometimes reply with "So how's your water?"

say what?

This wonderful shot was taken on Laura's 24th birthday.
Yes, the candles say 25 - hence the stunned look on my face.
Standing in the kitchen trying to figure out how old she was I came to 25.
I came out onto the deck singing Happy Birthday and Laura looked up at me and said "I'm only 24"
I ran into the house and changed the candles and came out again trying to pretend it didn't happen but here is the proof - one of my kids was quick with the camera and the fact that I can't add is indisputable.