Let the waterworks begin

Although we will be back in January, we have a number of friends who are leaving Quebec City and starting the next chapter of their lives. We gathered last night for a final clink of the glass....

To utter my good-bye implied a permanence that I am not will to except.

   

With a wag of her tail, my best friend left me standing their with 

a puddle of tears falling to my feet.  
Totally dramatic, but totally true

Sam has helped me discover Quebec, endure Quebec and love Quebec.

Je m'ennuierai de mes amis, mais chérir tous les souvenirs.

I will miss my friends, but cherish all the memories.

Jusqu'à notre prochaine rencontre.

Until we meet again....

 Now... back to packing.

Moving... "kinda"

Let me tell you.... there is nothing fun about moving.

I'll back up. We are getting ready to spend our last fall season in the mountains of Idaho for my husbands last year of school/research. While the thought of Idaho makes me very happy I am not great with change, even though I am constantly in a state of change.

Moving out of our apartment (that would sit empty for almost 5 months) will save us a lot of money, but there's another thing called sanity that I didn't put into the equation. We have also decided to sell most of our furniture with the idea of starting over in our next home. Where is that next home? Your guess is as good as mine, but this time next year I'll be there. I know....that doesn't make sense...but it does and I'm confident (crossing my fingers) of this.

The big "but" in this situation is that we will be returning here for a final semester next January. (Clearing my throat.) I know, I just said we are moving out, selling our stuff and packing the rest.

Yes, we are packing some stuff for Idaho. We are packing some stuff until we move to our next location. And, we are packing some stuff for when we move back here next January. Well, if you made it through that you might be shaking your head in confusion. When we move back for 4 months next January we are hoping to rent a room or a furnished apartment another thing I am (crossing my fingers about) confident in. (Wink..then a sigh.)

I hope you are ready to take this little adventure with me.

In the mean time, I am going to enjoy summer in Quebec City, play in my garden, share quality time with friends and try not to let all of this make me crazy.

What is the last time you did something for the first time....

Took time to smell the roses....

and, shared it with someone?

It's such a gift to be a part of someone's life. 

Have a wonderful Saturday~

If the shoe fits, wear it.

A sample survey showed that 60% of women’s feet increased in shoe size since age 20.

Shoes all over the world were identical until the nineteenth century, when left- and right-footed shoes were first made in Philadelphia.

97% of women say that their shoe shopping has never created financial problems for them, but 13% have hidden a purchase from a significant other.

In Europe it wasn’t until the eighteenth century that women’s shoes were different from men’s.

 Six-inch-high heels were worn by the upper classes in seventeenth-century Europe. Two servants, one on either side, were needed to hold up the person wearing the high heels.

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250,000: average number of sweat glands in a pair of feet.

Close to half of the female population (43%) has been injured, at least moderately, by their shoes.

On average, women purchase four pairs of shoes per year.
$277: Amount the typical American woman spends on shoes per year.

15% of the female population has over 30 pairs currently in their closets.
 8: Shoe size of the average American adult woman.

Boots were first worn in cold, mountainous regions and hot, sandy deserts where horse-riding communities lived. Heels on boots kept feet secure in the stirrups.

Do you have a favorite pair of shoes? 
When is the last time you bought new shoes?
Are you willing to admit how many shoes you own?

Photos from WeHeartIt?Fact

Lettuce give thanks

We've all seen the beauty of nature, we've all benefited from others working in the dirt but when your own fingers discover the ground it's hard to get them clean.

Maybe you've bean in the same position....

peas don't think I'm bragging...

I'm just peppered with pride.

I love my garden!

Do you have a garden?  What's your favorite veggie?