I have been running on empty since we got back from vacation. I have been keeping up with walking, but that is about it. It took me a good week to get all the laundry finished and put away only to turn around and start it all again. Gah!
And this weather. It can’t be just me that it is getting to? I hope that it passes soon and I get some inspiration back.
On a good note, J and Hubby have picked up where I left off and have been working out each evening, I would join them but they seem to do it while I am putting Apple to bed. Something about Male bonding or something. Hmmm… perhaps I should strap on my shoes and run on the treadmill this afternoon, might be a good little pick-me-up.
Hubby’s sweet Oma passed away this morning. She was 96 years old and a month away from her 97th Birthday. Apple was due on her birthday, which is also Opa’s (Hubby’s Father, in the photo) birthday.
Although I did not know Oma very well, I knew her extremely well. You see, I know her kindness and warm heart through her son and her grandson and now her great grandson.
She was a tough Mom way back when, but you would be too if you moved your family to Canada from Germany during a terrible terrible war. She and her Husband (who has been gone for a long time now) did what they had to do. They lived in Calgary and grew potatoes in their front yard to feed the family, when they no longer needed to do that, they planted grass. They raised their kids (two boys and two girls) to be loving caring people and as usually happens, she lightened up when they grew up.
The first time I met her she had spent a whole day cooking a traditional German feast for me. She was already in her eighties and I felt bad enough that she worked so hard so I could enjoy some of her cooking. She still came out to visit once a year back then, but once Opa moved to Vancouver she stopped flying and he would travel to see her instead.
The first time I went out to Regina to visit my Sister, Opa was going to be in Calgary and I happened to have a couple of hours to hang out in the airport. He brought Oma to visit us at the airport and meet Jonathan as she had not met him before. We had a great visit sipping our coffee and chatting while Opa and Jonathan whipped around the airport on a golf cart. That was the last time I got to see Oma, May 2006. We talked to her on the phone, but she had a hard time hearing women’s voices so I had to talk deep and loud. Opa would often help out and shout to her in German, which she often switched to so I had no idea what was being said.
She lived a full life and gave so much to her kids.
We Love You Oma, you will be missed.
I am terribly remiss in writing this post and I cannot believe that Thursday is almost here. But, I don’t want to go another day without saying that I will be attending, reading and displaying my photos at Blog Out Loud on Thursday.
Lynn from Diary of a TurtleHead had this great idea of a little bloggy get together. Where we would meet at a café and read some of our posts. Well, it has turned into a much larger event than I at least anticipated and I think it will be lots of fun.
At first I asked if I could just show some of my work. I am not one to do public speaking normally (well, not usually something I have written. I have been known to sing Carols in meetings and teach people about computers when I really barely knew what I was talking about), but Lynn is persistent. She kept encouraging me to read one of my posts so I finally agreed. I am going back and forth between a couple of posts so I don’t know yet which one I will share. But, I have been pulling together some of my photography and look forward to bringing it there.
If you have no plans for Thursday night, drop by and see us at Raw Sugar Café, 692 Somerset Street West from 7-10pm. I am secretly excited to meet a few people I have known through blogs and to have yet another evening out. Now if only Hubby would join me. Not likely, he’s not much of a blogging kind of guy.
