Doing Dishes and your Health

Have you ever considered the benefits of doing dishes the old fashioned way, i.e. with soap, dishcloth, and dish towel?  Well, after my reminiscing tonight, I decided to “do the dishes” without using a tool commonly known as the dishwasher. I ran hot water into the sink, added dish detergent and methodically decided the best way to tackle such a task! First, I cleared the dinner table by moving all the dirty dishes from the table to the counter, sorting as I went. My glasses and dessert dishes were placed closest to the sink, followed by the cups, followed by the flatware, followed by the plates, followed by the pots and pans.  Any food residue was scrapped into the garbage bin. Now, I was ready to tackle the dish washing.

I ran hot water into the sink and added dish detergent. I then washed the dishes in the order that I removed them from the table. There was a huge benefit to doing it this way. The glasses and cups were not greasy and there wasn’t much on the plates. There was some food residue on the flatware but not enough to affect the quality of the water. I wiped the grease from the pots and pans with paper towel and washed them in the same water. Thus, there were savings in the amount of water I had to use.

You are probably wondering where the health benefits came from. First, I used a dish detergent that cuts grease, the old familiar brand of Ivory Snow, which did an excellent job of cutting grease as well as, I am sure, destroying any germs. Next, I discovered that you have to hum, sing or turn on the radio while you do them. This encouraged me to dance througout the kitchen as I retrieved dishes, bent to scrape clean, washed and dried.  I also changed from leg to leg and kicked backwards as I washed each dish. Then, as I dried the dishes, I danced from the sink to the cupboard with each dish that I put away. Finally, the dishes were done and I wiped down the counters and the table, twirling my cloth, moving my hips and dancing from one area to the next.

I estimate the whole thing took me about 30 minutes.  I wonder how many calories I burned! Hm, it doesn’t matter. I got my exercise in and I enjoyed myself. Try it! I think you will like it.

What next!

Today I am in a reflective mood and I’m looking back! There were a lot of things I wanted out of life and I faced challenges that actually enabled me to do all the things I wanted to do.  I lived in Ontario for over 40 years and experienced all the adventures of being away from home. I made new friends and travelled to the places I wanted to visit.  I’ve had a great family and a very rewarding career. One of my goals, and also my husbands’s, was to retire to our home province of Newfoundland and a few years ago, we did just that. I can sum up my life as happy, rewarding, and successful.

Now that I’ve enjoyed life, I think about what experiences there may be when life is over. I cannot see happiness without objectives! Will there be new experiences that we cannot comprehend? Is is just over and there is nothing else? I can’t believe that! Where does the essence of life go? I feel certain that it leaves the body! No, there is something more! I feel it, I know it! I wish I could write about it, after I die,  so everybody on Earth would also know it. Unfortunately, I don’t believe we will be able to do that. Oh well, that’s the way it is! For now, I will just continue to enjoy my life and enjoy this new experience called retirement.


My Miracle Baby

I had many female problems when I was a teenager and throughout the early years of adulthood. Because of this, I always felt that I would not be able to conceive a child. When I married, I told my husband of my feelings and he accepted that there may not be any children.  After a few years of marriage, we decided to try for a baby.  Expectantly we watched for signs of pregnancy but nothing happened! Finally,  we went to a gynecologist and underwent testing to determine if there were any impediments. After many tests and much anxiety, we were told that both my fallopian tubes were blocked. They could try correcting it with surgery but the success rate was 1 in 4 or 25%. I was not surprised but was still disappointed. After much thought, we decided I would not have the surgery and we would adopt a child. On the day we were scheduled for an interview, I froze and susequently cancelled the appointment.

A few years later, I was feeling unwell and visited my family doctor. I was prone to a nervous stomach so he prescribed a mild sedative. My monthly problems continued and I called my gynecologist for the usual prescription. He returned my call, asked a lot of questions, paused, warned me not to get my hopes up, and told me he was ordering a pregnancy test. When I hung up the phone, I was speechless. “Could it be possible? How could it be possible? No, he was just being cautious! Better do what he says”. I had to find out, right now, today!  A self-test pregnancy kit from the drug store was “positive”.  I didn’t believe it! Off I went the next week for the required lab test! Then off to the gynecologist for the results! He confirmed the postive result and told my to lie on the table so he could examine me. I still couldn’t believe it! I told him he’d better be absolutely sure!   “There was no mistake” he said.  I was 3 months pregnant!  Still doubtful and bewildered, I gasped “how could that happen? I can’t have children”. He smiled, looked upwards, and said “sometimes miracles happen!”.

That first trimester I did all my normal activities with no thought for the consequences. I even went for a wild speed boat ride at full throttle, tossing back and forth like a yo yo. I took medication that I shouldn’t have taken. I smoked. After confirmation, my pregnancy was monitored very carefully and everything went well. But I still wasn’t convinced that it was real!  I had spent years believing that I couldn’t have children and I just couldn’t take it in that there was a baby growing inside me. Even though I felt the baby move, could feel the little arms and legs as he developed, could see the difference in my weight, I think I was afraid to believe it. When my friend held a baby shower for me at seven months, I remember thinking how disappointed they would be when it actually turned out to be a tumour or something. I think I even had my husband convinced.

On January 5, 1977, the gynecologist admitted me to hospital to induce labour because the baby was overdue. I was fearful but calm! When labour started, it proceeded quickly and the attending nurse gave me a mirror so I could watch the birth. I first saw the head of black hair and then I knew, without a doubt, that the baby was real! He was perfect! The love I felt was overwhelming! The doctor held up my son and exclaimed excitedly – You have a big, healthy beautiful baby boy!

Richard is my first and only child. I had to have a hysterectomy shortly after his birth. He continues to fill our lives with happinessa and this past summer, he married and we now have a daughter-in-law to love as well.

New Pajamas

I am so excited that I have to write this blog. I have been surfing the internet trying to find a pair of lounging pajamas that I really like. I have a pair of pink of fleece p.j.s that I love. During my very brief period as an artist, I got paint on them. Although I tried everything to get the paint out of the material, I had no success.  These pajamas are very special to me as my sister brought them back to me from Florida. I still wear them but only when I am alone.

Today, I went to my mother’s and she had a lovely pair of fleece lavender pajamas in my size. She couldn’t remember where she got them and asked me if they were mine. I told her no but I would love to see them. When I looked at them, I was ecstatic. They are exactly the same pjs that I have have, same manufacturer, same size but different colour. I excitedly told Mom that I would love to have them and she gave them to me. Isn’t that sweet of her? How strange that she would have the very pajamas that I’ve been looking for!

How little it takes to keep me happy! These  pajamas have made my day!

Can Openers

What is going on with can openers? I had one can opener for about 20 years and it worked perfectly for all those years. It was an electric can opener but it kept on going. When I moved, I left that trusty old can opener behind. I thought I could easily replace it with another one. Well, that was a joke! I purchased a bright, shiny, brand new electric can opener and it appeared to be working fine. That is until I needed to open a can! Like an old pro, I held the can under the cutter and pressed the button. The opener made the usual sounds but the can did not move! What the heck! I pulled out the instructions and tried again. The can caught for about two seconds and again came to a complete stop. Still confident, I decided to give it one more try. A magnet attached itself to the can and I thought here it goes. No such luck! The can opener came to a dead stop. Well, I thought, it’s time to get the man of the house to try. With much more confidence that I had, he walked purposely into the room, grabbed the still unopened can, and lowered the magnet and cutter to the can. Not a gig! Nothing! He gave it a disgusted looked, walked over to the knife drawer, grabbed a sharp knife, and cut the heck out of the top of the can.

The next day, I decided to buy an old fashioned manual can opener like the one my mother had during my childhood. It was made of stainless steel and I felt confident it would cut just fine. It was as bad as the electric one and again, I could not open the can. Back to the store for a different manual can opener, this time with a statement on it “guaranteed for five years“. Well,  I thought, five years is better than not at all. I proudly brought it home and presented it to my husband. He tried the blasted thing and it didn`t work either!.  Now, I was angry! I called the manufacturer and was told that I could return it to them and they would replace it. I explained that I couldn`t find the bill of purchase and they were so nice – said that wasn`t a problem – all I had to do was mail it back to them and pay for the shipping. Happily, I went to the post office with my little parcel and was told the postal charge was about $9.00. What! That`s more than the thing cost!

I`ve known for some time that the quality of things today are inferior to that of yesteryears but I didn`t know just how bad it was. If I can`t buy a simple, little can opener, what hope do I have for major purchases! I have learned, however, that the one person I can trust if I need a reliable tool is my mother. She had two of the OLD manual can openers and gave me one of hers.  How great it is to have older people in our lives!


I just finished reading a blog written by my sister and it started my mind racing. . My sister is a year older than I am and she doesn’t know how important she is in my life. This blog is written as a tribute to her and a reminder of how important she has been and will always be in my life. Throughout the years, I’ve had ups and downs but my sister has constantly been at my side, not always physically but always mentally. When I married, I moved to Ontario and I missed my sister terribly. I was young then and able to deal with home sickness by emersing myself in my life as a married woman and adjusting to an entirely new way of life. Today, I am older, more inciteful, and appreciative of the many, wonderful things I’ve had in my life.

From the time I was a little girl, I have always looked up to my sister. As far as I was concerned, she could do no wrong. Let anyone dare speak badly of her and I would rise to her defence like a ferocious mother lion. In return, she looked after me and did all she good to ensure that my childhood would be wonderful! I remember it as such so she accomplished what she set out to do. My sister is beautiful, smart and caring and I appreciate her so much!

During many of the years I was away, I managed to return to Newfoundland around September, the month both of us were born. During these visits, we would jointly celebrate our birthdays on September 2nd, her actual birthdate. Mine followed on Sept 18th. These were always joyous occasions for me shared with our mother and bringing happiness to all of us. We would reminisce over things from our childhood, share life experiences, and enjoy the best food available.

My sister and I wanted our children to know each other and even though distance was prohibitive,  we often arranged summer vacations so we could all be together. How much I enjoyed that! I have so many happy memories!

One of my fondest memories is one where my sister and I shared a painful experience in our lives. We decided to go to a beach in the St. John’s area, accompanied by one of my sister’s friends, to simply sit on a rock and enjoy the hypnotic sounds of the waves beating against the rocks. It was exhilerating, yet soothing, and I walked away from there with a new appreciation of nature’s power. It is a memory that I’ve replayed over and over in my mind!

When my husband and I retired to Newfoundland, I was so excited that I was finally going to be in the same province as my sister. She even came to Ontario, at my request, to drive my car back home. We were anticipating a nice, easy going pace, as we travelled through the provinces. Unfortunately, our mother had a fall and was admitted to hospital the day before we left Ontario so we drove with a sense of urgency. We did have to overnight in New Brunswick, however, and enjoyed a wonderful night in a beautiful Bed and Breakfast. In spite of the emergency of our travel, we had a wonderful time together and I fondly recall the experience.

Now, my sister and I are living in Newfoundland but are still separated by distance. She lives in St. John’s and my husband and I live in Grand Falls -Windsor. It is a shorter distance, however, and we are more easily able to get together. She told me once that I was her best friend and I have never forgotten that. She was and is the best sister ever.

Here today and Gone Tomorrow

Todays’s thoughts centre around life and what it is all about. I think I’ve finally figured it out.

We humans are not who we appear to be. We are not from Earth but from another place. Our bodies are our human form and we actually live inside them. We have been assigned a mission to live on Earth  and journey through this life.  When we finish our mission here, we leave the human body and return home, whereever that may be. While in the human body, we cannot recall what it is we are supposed to be doing here. Therefore, we have no alternative but to stumble along and hope for the best.  We are guided only by the thoughts, feelings, and experiences that we have along the way. The entire role that we play is beyond human perception and won’t be disclosed to us until we leave Earth.

We are actually something quite remarkable. We breathe, laugh, cry and pretend we know it all when in actual fact, we know very little. Just look at the collective distance humans have travelled over the centuries. From caves to houses, from water in brooks to taps in houses, from using our feet to driving vehicles, from seeing the clouds to travelling in them, from chiseling on stone to inputting words into computers and so much more.

The human brain and body is more magnificent that any computer. It has achieved so many things throughout the centuries and is developing more and more all the time. Eventually, Earth’s travellers will discover exactly what the journeys were all about. The human brain and body, more magnificent than any computer, will be perfected, fully developed and all knowing.  Earth will then be home.

The Bed

The bed – what is it about the bed that I love so much.  It is soft, cozy, and comfortable whenever I decide to lie in it. It doesn’t complain if my feet are cold, doesn’t ask me to turn over, and never interrupts my happy, contented night sounds.  Instead, it cushions my body and cuddles my head in its soft pillows. I feel like a queen whenever I have ‘the bed’ all to my self. Like a sensitive lover, it welcomes me and never asks me to leave. If I want to talk in my sleep, it sits there quietly and never interupts. What a pleasure!

In ‘the bed’, I am a different person experiencing fantastic or simple pleasures in my dreams. I can be or do anything. Tonight, I could be a princess on a fancy yacht travelling throughout the world in crystal, blue waters. Tomorrow, I could be sitting outside enjoying the moon and stars as I toast marshmallows on the fire. The next night, I could be a young girl giggling as I stoll down the lane with my handsome, young man walking beside me. The list goes on and on as my subconscious brings me into situations and worlds that I never knew existed. Age does not exist and time is never ending.

In ‘my bed’, I retreat from the daily routine and problems. When I am sick, there is no other place that I’d rather be. On cold winter nights, I simply pull up the covers and enjoy the warmth.  What a delight to know that ‘the bed’ is always there waiting to hold me whenever I need it!



What do I do now? My computer access is not available. What will Facebook do without me? How can I play those games that take up so much of my time? How did I ever manage before computers became available? These are some of the thoughts running through my head as Rogers attempts to correct the problem.

What an age we live in! We’ve forgotten how to entertain ourselves without computers in our lives. Do the laundry? Did it yesterday while I happily played Majong and BeJewelled. Maybe I could cook a meal. No, the hubby has already taken care of that. Hm, maybe I could watch some television. Not a chance ….. nothing on t.v these days. I know what I’ll do …. I’ll go over to my mother’s. No, I was already over there today and now that it’s evening, she will be sitting in front of her television with her ear phones on and will not hear me ringing the door bell. I have an appointment tomorrow for x-rays in the morning …. I could go to bed early so that I will be sure to get up in time to get to the hospital by 9:00 a.m. That’s not going to work either. If I go to bed this early, I will be awake by 4:00 a.m. and then be too tired to stay awake for my appointment. Oh, woe is me! What on earth can I do without my darling computer! I had no idea how much I love that little gadget! Oh my sweetheart, please please connect now!

Still down! Here I go again trying to stay sane without my good buddy. Um, I could get a book and read for a while……will it be a mystery, a romance,  historical, biographical… I cannot decide. It would be nice if I could research this adventure book on my computer.

I have decided! I will do absolutely nothing. I will sit here and stare at my computer screen and maybe, just maybe, it will connect! Please, please, please …………….. Oh, it just flickered! It’s trying, it’s trying! But now, it’s gone again. I knew it would feel the love and make an effort. I just knew it! I will stay right here so the little darling will know how much I care.

Hello world!

I’m here and I’m blogging. My blogs will be thoughts running through my head. Thank you to my sister, who started her own blog a while ago, for writing such interesting articles.  Her interesting memories encouraged me to try blogging myself. What a wonderful thing to be able to express all those things that run through your mind and then disappear. It is my hope that I will enjoy blogging and entertain others who may read my posts.