Mama Bee

Mama Bee
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Thursday, 19 July 2012

I know Arden, I know you.

Not Actually the Bathroom
first Arden morning

dirty Arden face

Sisters walking home after a little  Arden tea party

happy Arden day
The family just returned from a week in Arden and while a week feels long enough to sleep in sandy beds, deal with temperamental and primitive plumbing and battle the vicious horseflies, my heart is aching a little. Because every week in Arden could be the last and because Arden is my heart. I have been going there every summer since I was 2. My dad's ashes are scattered on the Canadian Shield shore line, my parents got married there and I exist because Arden exists. My grandmother swam races in that long deep lake and met my grandfather on the very beach my kids scurried across last week. Arden was once a fancy pants resort built in the 1930's and there was a tennis court and there was a dining room and there was my grandmother, a poor abandoned girl from Toronto who was working as a mother's helper. Someone lost an anchor in the lake and my movie star beautiful grandma dove to the bottom of the lake to tie the rope to pull the precious piece of metal back up. Because we were smart then and didn't live in a world where things were disposable. My grandpa heard about this pretty pretty girl and came across the highway to meet her and they loved each other, conditionally, for 58 years. Now there are just a smattering of white falling down clapboard cottages circling a bay and connected by little dirt roads.
I have walked barefoot on those dirt roads for 35 years and my feet know those roads. They know where the smooth stones are and where the ground is hollow when you stomp.
And I want with all my heart for my kids to learn these things. To have adventures and catch frogs and jump off the bridge and wonder if there might be a secret cave under their own little feet. But the resort was divided up in the '70s and is slowly being sold off and is becoming private, like everywhere beautiful. There are only a handful of rental cottages left; and they are for sale. Someone will buy them and they will become more private space and we will lose Arden forever and my heart will break a little bit. It will break again for my grandma, who lives in that water. It will break again for my dad who lives in the buildings he once maintained and it will break for my kids who will lose so much.
The little girls on "the log"
Oh Arden, I know you...

Thursday, 28 June 2012

Summer is Here! Time to Make Rules.

I know it seems counter intuitive to make rules about summer vacation. But alas, I have NO self discipline and need rules in order not to become a sloth who eats ice cream in front of the internet all day and then bitches because I have no time. So here goes (these are actually a list of rules and goals-yawn):

  1. Only 40 minutes of internet per day. I know that seems like forever, but really, it's nothing. I can spend hours stalking a dress on MODCLOTH or trying to decide if TOMS shoes really are an ethical and worthwhile purchase. I am actually going to set a timer for this one. I mean it!
  2. Run every second day. I have a Half Marathon at the end of September and I am pretty much screwed. So Run Allysun Run!
  3. Swim everyday in a river lake or pool. From today until the end of August. It is a must.
  4. Hang art on our big empty walls.
  5. Paint bathroom. (Stay tuned for exciting makeover pictures.)
  6. Sort out the mess that is our house and throw shit out!
  7. Go see Van Gogh and The Clock
  8. Read.
  9. Take deep breathes and really enjoy my girls. Childhood is so very short.
  10. More of the above.