A Post About Nothing In Particular

This post is going to be pretty short and sweet. As the title implies, it’s a post about nothing in particular. I’ve spent most of the last week sitting on my couch working on The Great Canadian Housewife, taking a crash course in blog monetization, and setting up a mailing list. Today I worked on creating a header for that blog and then I created one for this blog and changed the theme (somewhat) on this one. It’s still the same theme, one I created months ago and have been using ever since, I love it and it’s super easy to customize. So why start from scratch when you don’t need to right?

Oh, the picture above of the dragonfly?… has nothing to do with anything. My particular theme today. Not in a bad mood or anything, just the opposite, it’s just been a day of tying up loose ends with both blogs and thinking more about school and getting anxious a little as the date approaches closer and closer. Only 16 days till I start I am excited but just as the days get closer those normal concerns and anxieties anyone gets are setting in.

We had to go down the valley the other day for an appointment that was not canceled due to COVID-19 so on the way back we decided since we were already out on the roads we would take our time and just go up into the mountains and down to the water on the other side in a few places. I took a few pictures. I did not realize when I did though that someone (could have even been me since it’s been a while since I picked it up) and messed with the settings and so none of the images turned out that well.

Other than that it’s been a pretty quiet (and cold) week and Eddie’s been working and there is nowhere we can go so it was pretty boring. One highlight of the week (well, today really) is that the NS government has lifted or modified a few more restrictions, nothing major but we are allowed to have a two-family bubble now. Basically for anyone who’s area is not doing this it’s where two families can get together without social distancing, the catch is they have to be mutually exclusive and not join with any other families. Also can’t have gatherings such as barbeques or reunions, I think you still have to follow the no more the 5 people gathering things still. Works for us since there is 3 of them (mom, dad, Denton) and two of us (Eddie and I).

Basically, in a nutshell, that means that if my brother did not live at home with my parents they would have to choose between him and us. No big deal for us since he does live at home, that and if he didn’t it wouldn’t be that hard a choice for us because Eddie and I are self-sufficient and Denton really is not and I don’t think would be able to handle it so it would be obvious they would have to do the two-family bubble with him. Thankfully we don’t have to make that decision, but a lot of families will have too.

Other than that, they are opening beaches, golf courses, equestrian, tennis, archery, paddling, boating, and sailing as well (how can you tell I live in the Maritimes? :lol ) provided social distancing, environmental cleaning and participant hygiene can be maintained.

So that’s it for this post about nothing in particular, funny, I actually had a lot more to say then I thought, being couped up is starting to get to me…

Introducing The Great Canadian Housewife!

I’ve mentioned on this site in passing back in March that I was working on a new project. A blog for me to separate things such as recipes, product reviews, crafts, and a lot more from this blog as I want to keep this as more of a personal journal-type blog. I’d like to introduce The Great Canadian Housewife! I have finally gotten it to where I want it and starting to work on monetizing it. I think I have also mentioned before that I really wanted to sort of turn blogging into a job. Well, since I am going back to school and taking web development I figured this would just be another project that would provide me with experience and give me another project to work on.

Initially, I had planned to create my own theme for it but when I was looking around for ideas I stumbled upon the theme I am using for it in on a blog in a post for free WordPress themes. I sometimes will download a theme, play around with it and see what I can do with it, mainly for practice and inspiration but once I got in there and started customizing it a little I realized it turned out perfectly the way I wanted it so I figured for now why spend the time making one from scratch when it works perfectly. Eventually, I will but for now, I actually ended up really liking the theme. It has some elements in it I really like and am not able to re-create myself (for now).

The name, The Great Canadian Housewife came to me one day when I was trying to come up with a domain name and project and I was thinking about shows and thought about The Great Canadian Race and I wanted the blog to be themed towards being a housewife, maybe one day a mother, and about all the fun things you can do right in the comfort of your own home and the name came to me while I was thinking about it and I fell in love with it and registered it that night. The only bad thing I would have to say about it is the length but at the same time, it’s pretty easy to remember.

Obviously the blog has “Canadian” in it because I am Canadian (and frankly I didn’t think about using Nova Scotia) but you don’t have to be Canadian to enjoy it. It’s for everyone!

So please go visit, comment and let me know what you think of The Great Canadian Housewife!

Some small randon ghost stories

My mom got a hold of a local paranormal investigator who has a really good reputation and she had a really long conversation with him about Edith and the hauntings at my parent’s house. He mentioned that instead of inviting whoever is outside in, that they should instead sit down on a quiet night in the living room and invite Edith to come sit with them and talk to them and tell her that they are really interested in helping her and let her know that there appears to be another spirit outside the house walking the grounds and ask her if she knows who he is? Obviously this will likely be a one-sided conversation as we are not expecting her to answer back, but let her know anyway and tell her if she knows who it is and if it is someone she wants to see invite her to go outside to him.

I guess we should say them because even though we feel it’s her husband we don’t know this for sure obviously, so instead of potentially inviting someone who might not have the best of intentions inside the house that they should tell her she can go out if she feels it safe. We obviously don’t really want someone harmful getting in by invitation because then it would be difficult getting them out. Mom said the conversation was sort of surreal and both her and dad said after that they couldn’t believe they were talking about a haunting in such a common way. But honestly how else do you talk about one? I agree with the paranormal investigator 100% and had voiced a similar concern to them as well.

So, because of the conversation, I had with her after and us talking about how my nan, my mom, and I as well as some of my nan’s sisters all have had experiences that maybe we are just more in tune and open to it because we believe. I would not use the term medium or psychic but just open to experiences due maybe to some genetic fact or something like that and so we experience stuff or attract maybe even and so it got us talking more about some of the experience we’ve had and mom was telling me about a story when I was little, plus I have a few smaller stories. I have some longer ones from when we lived in Europe and those eventually deserve their own posts but for now, let me tell you about some of the other ones I have had or been a part of.

When I was about 3 or 4 my mom’s best friend lived in a house that she said was haunted by a ghost of an older man. Mom’s friend had two kids who were just a little younger than me, 3 and 2 I believe a boy and a girl.  Mom said she would bring me over a couple of times a month to babysit the kids when her friend and her husband went out somewhere and mom’s friend would do the same with me and bring her kids over. So this one night we were over there and babysitting her friend’s kids and we were playing in the living room on the floor with some toys and mom was watching tv and talking with us kids. The little boy took out one of those fisher-price corn popper toys like the picture below.

He was running around downstairs with it and making a lot of noise and screaming and he came around the living room through the kitchen and then back out into the living room and it was all fairly smooth wood flooring. There was no flooring transition strips or rubber/metal strips if you know what I mean between the rooms as it was all one and just continued. As he came back through the kitchen into the living room mom said it looked like the popper just hit a brick wall and he tumbled over it landing on his feet. He was in pj’s she said but they were not too long and did not have feet. He was giggling she said and said: “the man doesn’t like it”. So when her friend got home mom described what happened her friend went white and said: “yeah, no he doesn’t like it and that’s happened before and no matter how much we try my husband and I can not recreate it only happens when he is playing with it” and she said that he would do other things sometimes when they kids were too loud like banging drawers out in the kitchen or turning things off like the tv when they were watching it.

Yet at the same time, he would tuck the kids in at night! And apparently saved the little girl from falling down the basement stairs. The kids sometimes when the parents came up to tuck them in would look like they had already been tucked in and would say “It’s okay mommy (or daddy) the man already tucked us in and we said our prayers” and the little girl was leaning against a wall near the basement stairs which had a door one day when we were visiting and she was talking to her brother in the way that toddlers do and she was inching her way towards the door, she leaned up against it and it apparently hadn’t been latched and opened and she started to fall and we watched as her shirt tented looking like someone had grabbed her by it and pulled her back onto her feet and the door swung shut behind her. Those were the first experiences that I can remember.

My mom told of a similar but scarier story when she was younger (a toddler) living in a house in Weymouth that had a trap door in the floor (their house now has one as well, was quite common here in those days) and every time she went near the door it would swing open. Now, these things are heavy! The need to be unlatched and pulled upward and usually swung to the side and then lowered to the ground and she said her mom said that it happened almost every time she was in the room except when company was there. After that my grandfather and nan tried to keep mom out of the room but she said it was like someone was drawing her back there so they moved. They were terrified she would fall down the stairs and get hurt or worse.

My last two stories are about when my nan died and when her sister died. Nan died first back in the early 2000s and I was living in Fredericton, New Brunswick with my ex-boyfriend right out of high school. We had been there a year or so and had moved into a small apartment that had a small bedroom directly off the living room. I was taking a nap in the afternoon on a day off work and my ex-was also off work that day and was on his computer in the living room. I woke up from a dream and went and wrote down the poem Footprints In The Sand on a piece of printer paper and handed it to my ex and said nan just passed away.

Now I had seen the poem before in her house but I didn’t know it off by heart and still don’t but I wrote it all down without looking it up. He told me to call mom and I said no she’s going to call me and sure enough within 5 minutes the phone rang and my mom was crying on the other end and I was crying so hard and said I already know and she said yeah she passed about 30 minutes ago. Mom was the one that found her. It was traumatizing for her because of the way she was found but I won’t go into detail.

Lastly when my great aunt, one of my nan’s sisters died both mom and I had the same experience at the same time. She died in the night and both mom and I dreamed of her coming to us and tucking us in and telling us that she was with her parents and brothers and sisters who had passed before her. She was the second last to pass away out of I think 6 or 7 kids. We woke up and called each other and started laughing and crying at the same time. Laughing because we experience the same thing and said it was just what Aunt Marge would have done and crying because we knew it was true and that she had passed. You would think this would be sad and sure there was sad days, weeks and months ahead after each of them but for me the Footprints In The Sand poem was her way of saying that she was walking beside me in the sand all the time. We had a great bond. As for my Aunt again it was comforting knowing that she would always be there to tuck me in at night if I needed her. Both are a cause of great comfort to me and also let me know that I don’t have to fear death.

Am I particularly religious? No. Not at all. If I had to choose a church I would say I most identify with the Anglican faith but I don’t go to church, don’t pray every day, and don’t even fully know or understand my belief or lack thereof in God. I believe that if there is a God he would understand this and not fault me or anyone else for this and would love us all the same and if there isn’t then what does it really matter anyways?