September, 2010


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Sep 10

Do Things Really Come in Threes?

Hello,

Do you open your umbrella indoors? Do you put new shoes on the kitchen table? Do you walk under an open ladder? If you answered no to all three of these questions, then you more than likely consider yourself to be a superstitious person.

Superstitious people also believe that things come in threes. I’d like to think that I am more open-minded than that. Then again, I did answer no to the above questions. Hmmm…, I’ll let you be the judge.

Last week, my family got the unexpected and terrifying news that my father was in need of bypass surgery. Bypass surgery? But, he’s never been a smoker. He’s never been overweight. He hikes and bikes for hours at a time. He’s an avid gardener. How is this possible? What? Not double?? Ah. Triple bypass surgery. There it was. They say that things come in threes.

On the day of Dad’s surgery (Friday, September 10, 2010), I travelled the 401 from Toronto to Montreal. On that day, I left my three children at home with their stellar Dad. On that day, I joined my two sisters so that my father would wake from his surgery to find his three daughters gazing down at him.

We sat by his side for three days and three nights. We held his hand and watched vigil as he battled and conquered the initial stages of his recovery—of which there are three. During those three days and three nights, Dad was transferred a total of three different times into three different rooms.

Dad was regularly administered a concoction of medications. But the most important medication, the drug that helped keep Dad’s pain and emotions in check, were little blue pills that were issued three times a day.

We tried to bump Dad up to a private room, but the hospital only provided quads. Luckily, his room wasn’t filled to capacity. Dad had two other patients to share the room with—bringing the number of recovering patients in his room to a total of… you guessed it… three.

Dad was released five days after his surgery—effectively breaking his cycle of threes. Thankfully, his recovery is going well and he is getting stronger by the day—touch wood!

Hmmm…, perhaps I am more superstitious than I thought. But, I’ll let you be the judge.

Thanks for stopping by,

Anita

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3
Sep 10

Quirky Kid Questions

Hello,

Ever notice how kids dream up the darndest questions?

“Can the sky actually fall?” or “Is there really a yellow-brick road?” or “Could the wolf blow our house down?” are just a sampling of questions that can catch you off guard when you least expect it.

My Ava is eight years old. At this stage of her young life, Ava is growing like a weed. And her mind is expanding just as rapidly. Ava’s mind has turned into a little sponge that is thirsting for knowledge. The questions fly fast and furious in our home. It’s pretty much non-stop chatter all day long.

Sometimes it’s a challenge to keep up with her, because Ava expects answers to her queries just as quickly as she dreams them up! Yesterday, I had to laugh. Here is a snippet of the questions she had for me as I dragged my weary bones through the front door after a long day at the office:

What else is in your head besides your brain?

Why aren’t dogs ticklish?

Is there a hole in the back of my shirt?

If you can ride a horse, how come you can’t ride a cow?

Can fishy hear me right now?

What’s the difference between “it’s raining” and “it’s pouring”?

What sound does a buffalo make?

Before I could even begin to formulate an answer to her first question, Ava had already moved onto her second and third questions! No joke! I am still pondering some of her queries.

I am trying to embrace this time in Ava’s young  life because soon enough the questions will stop. Right now, Ava thinks that I know everything. Soon enough, the tables will turn. And Ava will think that she knows everything.

What sound does a buffalo make anyway?

Thanks for stopping by,

Anita

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