Years from now, someone will ask “Who is Kelly Adams? Was he ever famous?” And the answer will be “No, of course not. But his brother Ron was once on TV…“
Seriously, though… Ron was interviewed by Global News while mowing his lawn a week or so ago. Apparently there is a ban on use of “weed ‘n feed” type products going into effect in Alberta in the new year. The amazing aspect of this: my old friend Tim Breitkreutz, who probably hasn’t seen Ron in at least twenty years, recognized him on the news and Twittered me to let me know.
Congratulations to Ron on his “minutes” of fame. And thanks to Tim for the heads-up!
I didn’t write about this last weekend as Willow’s death kind of took the fun right out of me. But on July 17, I had the joy of having a big chunk of my family over at our house. Ron, Jessie, and the children; as well as Connie and Dennis were all in the lower mainland at the same time. I took the day off work and Irene and I invited folks over for a BBQ, and despite me being a bit out of sorts (my “day off work” turned out to be a “half day off work”) … I think things went pretty well.
I remember spending a couple of summers on my Uncle George and Aunt Yvonne’s farm when I was about eight or ten years old. Two of my Uncles, George and Charlie Gillies, and my Grandma lived near Big Beaver, Saskatchewan. The family farm, split between the two brothers, had grown to several thousand acres from Grandpa’s original homestead. It sat on the American boarder…as I recall, the big “excitement” was going across the border to Scobey, Montana, to use their swimming pool or shop in the American stores.
The last couple of days I’ve been visiting with family. That is, when I’m not playing new games on my XBox 360.
My brother Ron, his wife Jessie, and their daughter Rebecca were passing through while on a vacation. We spent the afternoon with the whole local clan at my Sister’s place on Saturday: Judy fed us salmon, and supplied Irene with her special wine. On Monday Ron, Jessie, and ‘Becca came to our house for a few hours. Rebecca played with our braver cats, and Iris met her first child. She was apprehensive at first, but once we reminded Rebecca that cats aren’t fond of hugs, it was perfect.
“Happy Easter” seems like a strange thing to say given the religious meaning of the holiday, but I’m not religious in any way so I’ll say it and not feel guilty. For me, Easter is sort of like Thanksgiving: a time to give thanks for all the good things in life and to spend some time with family over a meal.
It’s a little past midnight, so that means it is now officially 2007 here on the Wet Coast. Irene and I got back from Chilliwack about an hour ago, and my wife is already off in dreamland. I’m sitting here in front of my computer with a glass of cognac at hand, pondering the deep imponderables. Actually, I’m just experiencing a mild buzz from the cognac fumes as I upload a handful of photos from Judy and Bryan’s New Years fondue party.
We had a great day at Judy and Bryan’s place today. My brother Colin, his wife Betty, and two of their children, Jacey and Troy, drove up from Edmonton for the Holidays.
It’s December 25th…I’m still wearing my PJs and robe and it’s fast approaching noon- it must be a good day 🙂
Christmas has been good to Irene and I this year. We have each other, and our cats are all healthy and happy at the moment. We are going over to my Sister and Brother-in-law’s place in a couple of hours, where we’ll have a happy day of time with the family. Surrounded by loved ones, enjoying food and company- that’s what Christmas is about for me.
Irene and I went to visit my sister Connie today and to see the house she bought and refurbished. She’s done a really nice job taking an older home that had been used and abused and turning it around. Lots of TLC has gone into the place, but more importantly it’s her house- and it has a yard!
