I started life with the dream of living in Toronto. I would be working in the business world. I would be married to my husband who was a lawyer and we would share a beautiful apartment in the heart of the city. We might have had a lap dog and we definitely had a cleaning lady and there were absolutely no sign of children in my future world.
I am not sure what happened but one summer I took a job at a lodge in Wells Gray Park located just outside Clearwater, BC. I drove this beautiful stretch of road that curved along a valley that was an endless vista of trees and hugged the walls of the Clearwater Valley that led to the pristine waters of the Clearwater River. In one moment, I was overcome with a sense of having “come home”. It was a beautiful sensation, of having found where I belonged. Of course, that was quickly followed by “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????” but feelings are sometimes stronger than logic and my summer job stretched into years of a new life experience.
I don’t live in Toronto. I live on 2 acres in a small rural community. My husband is not a lawyer, he is a forester. We have 3 children, 2 cats, 1 dog and 10 chickens. I am the cleaning lady. I have hauled water from the river when our well has gone dry, I have learned to live by the heat of a wood stove, I know how to use a gun and I have persevered through two wildfires and one flood. I know how to kill chickens, can tomatoes and winter camp. I can’t wear high heel shoes because they pinch my toes and I spend more money on winter Sorels than I ever would have thought.
As I wander through my 50’s, I find myself looking in the mirror and wondering who this person is who is looking back at me. Life is not as I had planned and as I now have to buy “readers” to leave in every room and make sure I always carry a pair of tweezers, I wonder who I am yet to come. This blog is my story.
And Then I Jumped...... 
I think this is gonna be a good read. Imma “follow” but be warned, I will surprise your alerts notice by readings out-of-sequence. And incidentally, should you look to see who I am, when I say “NSFW,” take me seriously. Thankee for this afternoon diversion.
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Hello!!! Aren’t you lovely for choosing to “follow” me. I did take a peek to see who you are and what an impressive life resume! However, I am completely befuddled as to what NSFW means….. I googled it – Not Suitable For Work is all I got. As you have program experience to your name, I would love to be enlightened!
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Your search gave you the correct answer. By NSFW, it is meant one should not be browsing the contents of a site in a “work” environment for reasons of language, impropriety, and socially incorrect content. That means I do not mince words in my posts and occasionally in my “creative” pieces. By today’s standards, I am tame, but I like to have it clear that people with strong religious, ethnic, gender or political opinion should know that to preclude any surprises. You’ll see worse on television and in the news, but I feel a responsibility to my readers. Trying to write with humor, I write of life; life has rough edges, edges I do not ignore.
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I love it and have enjoyed reading your bits and bites!
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