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December 2008A Sunday outingThree authors, all who came to my event, are having one of their own, and unfortunately I won’t be able to attend as I am going to be out of town. HOWEVER, that doesn’t stop all of my local readers from checking it out. Three authors for the price of one (free)! What could be better?
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Don’t forget the free candy canes—we promise to ruin your dinner AND sign any books you buy for free! ~kc Hmm… I just checked this posting out on my blog and the formats all screwy and I don’t know how to fix it. Darn. Oh well… You get the drift. You just have to read linearly, rather than side to side, and all the important info is there so I guess that will have to do. Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, December 09, 2008 in Chewing the Fat MorningI’ve been having such odd dreams lately. Every night it seems, I wake up in the wee hours of the morning, with some strong visual left over from my dream. One that doesn’t let me drift back to sleep. Demands attention. And I’m usually good at this kind of thing, but lately it’s like that part of my mind is closed, and doesn’t want to open so I can figure out whatever it is that my subconscious is trying to tell me. It’s around quarter to six. I’ve been up for an hour and a half, and I couldn’t tell you what the dream was that woke me this morning, although, I do know that I lay in bed thinking about it for a while, before I realized that sleep wasn’t coming back and put on my robe and am now on the family room sofa typing to you. I did get a flash just now, A tiny, barely there image, a scrap of a dream, but I don’t know if it was from tonight, or the night before. Me, looking into the mirror and realizing that the hairdresser woman has plucked my eyebrows way too much and she’s trying to pluck some more and I don’t want her too, because there is only a thin, barely there line of them left and my face doesn’t look like me anymore. It looks hard, shut. Scares me slightly, how I look. Like I have become someone else, through a decision someone else made. And yet, I made it too, because I didn’t stop her. Thought, it didn’t matter. Didn’t realize how much it did. Dave was here for his two days off, Will’s dad too. And so the house was full of all these tall lanky males. They had a pretend Christmas, with Christmas crackers and funny hats and presents and we ate dinner in the dining room and toasted each other and Emily too. I always miss her even more than usual when I have the rest of the family assembled. Very excited about the holidays. I get all three of my children home this year. Dave only for Christmas day because he has to work, but still, what a luxury! I’ve already ordered my free range turkey and am planning to make a feast! Did everyone check out my daughter’s blog? It is very Emily, huh? xo Don’s the breakfast cook today, but since I’m up so early, I think I shall shuffle quietly around the kitchen and make some piping hot homemade blueberry muffins. That will be a nice surprise for when everybody wakes up. See you. Hope your day is good!
Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, December 09, 2008 in Chewing the Fat Ta da!Come one, come all, check out… (I wish I could find a way to make my screen scatter confetti all over the place, but I guess you’ll just have to imagine it. Streamers too!) EMILY ZINNEMANN’S BLOG OF UNGOOGLEABLE PHRASES! This is a brand-new blog and you can access it by going to: Emily’s Blog Emily is my lovely and highly intelligent daughter, for those of you who are new to my site, and you can see pictures of her on my When They Were Young section.
Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, December 07, 2008 in Chewing the Fat Well…I didn’t come back last night and write something cheery or a recipe. I didn’t feel like it, and I figured, it’s my blog, I should only write what my heart wants to write, because other wise, what’s the point. I have to confess, though, I did feel a little guilty. And it’s not like the rest of the day was bad or anything either. I went to see Gord and Phil (my financial advisers) and we went over my accounts for the 10 months I’ve been with them, and I’ve done pretty well with the stuff I’ve chosen, because I’m up a tiny bit. Now normally, if I was up a tiny bit, that wouldn’t be cause for celebration, because I like to be up A LOT. But in this economic environment, when everybody is down between 40-80%, I have to say, I felt quite pleased with myself. Of course, I’m sure I won’t be quite so pleased when this summer comes, and Will finishes school, so there will be no reason to stay here anymore. I was planning on putting this big old house on the market. There is no need for this many rooms. My children are all off, living their lives, my friend doesn’t need me to take care of him anymore, no one in the family has a huge connection to this place. So, it is pointless for us to keep it. However, that being said, I saw in the local newspaper, one waterfront home, that was listed for $5,495,000 and they just dropped the price by $2,000,000! Gadzooks! Yep. If I decide to downsize and sell this house, I’ll be taking it in the shorts, big-time. Don is in his writing room doing a computer conference call with his two writing buddies, James and Ken. They are going over this weeks work and helping fine-tune their stuff. Will’s downstairs playing Fable, and I am sitting on the squishy sofa in the family room/kitchen, typing to you, a mixed berry crumble baking in the oven. There is an apple in it two along with a bunch of the summer fruit I froze. I’m looking forward to eating it, piping hot, with fresh heavy whipping cream drizzled over the top. I think I might cook up some sausage patties, add some cheese and stick it between toasted and buttered English muffins. Ah… yes. There is nothing like a low cal, low carb, big weekend breakfast. HA! Yum… the fruit crumble is smelling really good. I’d better go check it. It must be getting close to being done. Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, December 06, 2008 in Chewing the Fat And a cheery morning it is…The loss of jobs unemployment numbers here in Canada for last month are three times higher than economists expected. My heart is going out to all those families in Oshawa who have lost their jobs. The button bright faces of their children, still fresh in my mind. It’s weird how the TD Book Tour has effected the way I read the news. Sending me to all these Canadian towns that I’d never been to, that now, have a distinct personality for me. I think about the children I met in Oshawa, and their families too. So, when I read that a factory is closing down in Oshawa, my heart sinks because it is not just news anymore, it feels personal. And the DJIA is down over two hundred points and it is only 8 AM. How is it going to end out day? And another cheery article that I read this morning, says we aren’t at the bottom of the housing market and this person expects it to drop another 20%. It’s like the bad news is never ending. You know what. I’m going to go take a nice hot bath, try to let go of my worries and will come back later today and try to write something cozy. And if I can’t muster up some kind of hopeful news, then I’ll give you a recipe, cause those are always nice. Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, December 05, 2008 in Chewing the Fat First TimeI just noticed on Amazon.ca that my book, First Time must have sold out and there is a 1-2 month wait time to get it. If anyone out there wanted to buy the book and get it sooner they should check their local independent bookstores and if they don’t have it, you can order it direct from my publisher on their website: www.orcabook.com. I also checked one of my favorite independent bookstores, Bolen Books and they have 12 and do ship, so you could get it before Christmas. I did a reading there, so I think some of them are signed (by me of course) And you can order from them at: www.bolenbooks.com Thanks! Happy hunting. Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, December 03, 2008 in Chewing the Fat Yay Dave!!My boy, Dave has been made Supervisor at his work! I am glad all his hard work has been recognized by his boss. Although, the mother in me gets anxious, wanting everything to go well, hoping he’ll be able to turn his department around, confident that he’ll work super hard and if anyone can make it happen, Dave’s the man. But of course, I’m his mom. So, I see not only the strong, hardworking man that he’s become, but I also see, when I look into his face, the little boy whose hand I held crossing the street. The elfin faced three year old boy with the over-sized eyes, sitting on a booster seat in the barber’s shop, pointing at the tough gruff logger in the chair beside him with the bristly buzz cut and saying, “I want dat!“ When the barber asked, “What’s it going to be today.“ “Um…no,“ I’d hastily interjected. “He just wants a trim.“ Because David had the most adorable downy-soft hair, with soft little waves, wispy sweet-smelling hair that carried the scent of the baby shampoo I used because he was scared of soap in his eyes. “Sorry ma’am, no can do,“ the barber said, snagging a metal buzzing hair cutting apparatus and flicking it on with a thick thumb. “The customer in the chair calls the shots.“ And with that, he gave my delighted son a buzz cut, much to the amusement of the other male patrons in the shop. Arrogant bully! I thought, face flushed. Never again! Jerk! I muttered under my breath, as I watched, my son’s baby-soft hair be severed off and fall, like broken promises scattered on the white silver flecked linoleum floor. David, hugging himself with happiness, in his little OshKosh overalls. But now, nineteen years later, I owe that barber an apology, because David loved that haircut. And looking back, it was the first time he stepped into his own, made a decision different from the one that I would have made for him. And it suited who he was, who he wanted to be. And so it is now. My boy. It’s an ongoing process of stepping into himself, growing and stretching, and I might be scared, but I am so proud too. He has accomplished so much, my Dave. Grown so much. Become such a good man. I am so proud to be his mom. Posted by Meg Tilly on Wednesday, December 03, 2008 in I’m still flying high from Will’s playThere was something so special, so full-circle feel about the whole thing, sitting there in the darkened theater Don, Will’s dad and I, watching our boy, not just perform well, but soar. “He owned that stage,“ Karen said, in the intermission. And he did. You couldn’t help but watch him, be drawn in by him. It’s like his body took on a whole different physicality than the one I am used to seeing. A different mindset, way of talking, but it didn’t feel like acting. It was becoming, diving in, deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell where my boy left off and S_____i took over. I was so proud and relieved and moved. All that hard work that Will did. Hours and hours of it, night after night, weekends too. And now there we were, watching our boy, closing night, hopeful and humbled. Our breath held, bodies straining forward, hearts too. And then it was over, the curtain call, the roar of the crowd as Will took his bow and everyone surged to their feet. Clapping, shouting. Everyone. Not just those of us who know and love him, strangers too. A whole room of strangers. Our boy, he did it. And the relief I feel, because he had to carry the play and the material was difficult and weighty, and he did it. He did it! And I have this feeling, like if he could do this, then anything is possible for him. Anything at all. Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, December 01, 2008 in Chewing the Fat |
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