What makes me "me"

What makes me "me"
My hood - my peeps - my dog!

if everyone else is blogging why can't I?

So I meet this woman in my town, and turns out she's a blogaholic.

Heyyy says I, you mean you just start a blog, or in her case several blogs and thats all there's to it? Yup, says she, you can share opinions, wax editorial over things that seem important at the time and babble publicly!

Sounds good to me! I have a story to tell, several actually.

So here goes, my first venture to blog on the big www world wide whine!

Saturday, 14 October 2023

Prepping for a long wet winter ahead….He Shoots He Scores!

 Big News:  I’m watching hockey on television again! 

Oh its been at least three decades, back when LaFleur was still racing up and down the ice.  But inspired by my puck addicted friends, I signed up for Sports Net and tonight watched the Habs beat the Blackhawks.  It was great! Indeed I was by myself, along with the cat who slept through the game. How could I have forgotten how exciting the watching hockey could be? Goals, penalties, a few minor fights (more shoving matches) and one bloody nose. ..I found myself yelling along, “c’mon pass, Pass!,” and “Take the shot, ohhh darn it was open”,  I had a blast!  Well provisioned with a cold beer, a buttery bowl of popcorn, and some home made chili - which was delish - it was a superb way to spend Saturday night. 

I recall when my high school friend Yvonne and I were in the full throes of hockey mania, early 70’s, we’d come to my house to watch the game.  My Dad however was a 100% to his dying day a Toronto Maple Leaf fan,  and hearing us cheer Montreal when the Leafs were playing:  well he’d unceremoniously kick us out of the house.  Lolol When in my late teens as a waitress I actually served veal cutlets to Foster Hewitt:  the radio broadcaster renowned for his Hockey Night in Canada phrase “He shoots,  he scores!” I think he was surprised at how this dorky teen was over the moon, meeting this man, who in my eyes was a hockey Legend! A brush with greatness? 

When I was really young hockey ruled the roost - back in The tiny Saskatchewan farm community we lived, the outdoor rink held many games, and my dad was always on the ice.  There was a shack with a wood stove where we’d  thaw frozen fingers and toes, where I learned how to cinch up my brothers skates.  Some times we’d trudge to the farm just out of town, push shovels on the dugout to clear a rink of our own,  at Buhlers Farm.  I’m pretty sure one of their boys made it to the NHL.  

In my-hand-me down boys skates, I thought having my own stick and whipping along the rink was heavenly.  Decades later, when I had a full time job, one of my first big purchases was a new pair of girls skates. Figure skates .  My first time out was skating on a lake, where I promptly caught a toe pick in a crack on the ice, and did a belly flop that knocked the wind out of me!  Other more graceful gals I hung out with laughed at me, saying I skated like a boy.  Well yes, I probably did. 😅

My winter will be filled with Stuff.  Saturday night hockey, church Sunday, two core strenthen/stretch classes during the week, and Legion supper Friday.  Heck I am even thinking of becoming a regular volunteer to prep food for Friday dinners.  Its a super deal: dinner and dessert $10, and $5 for a beer.  

Early November I’ll be doing some travelling to a wedding in Surrey and to see mom in Tumbler Ridge.  December my sister and I are off to Mexico for a week.  My biggest decision is whether or how much should I decorate for Christmas.  Then its on to another year.  

P.S.  I may have to do the January turkey 🦃 since the frozen stuffed breast at Thanksgiving was….well lets say it may have been turkey-like, but I'm spoiled.  I ended up chucking half of it in the bin.  I’m going to seek a replacement, cook it on a Saturday and enjoy all the leftovers I desire!  

Until next time, keep your stick on the ice.




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