There I was. Here I am! What now?

So for those of you who do not know me, my dad was Acadian French from Saulnierville Station, Digby County. My happiest memories from my childhood are of the times I spent on the Doucette farm with my Grandmere and Grandpere and my uncles who were not much older than I was. I lived for my vacations there; of course, most of my time was spent in the barn playing in the loose hay,  taming the kittens, feeding the calf, gathering eggs, "driving" Queenie, the work horse and learning how to milk cows. I would wander through the horse pasture to the old apple orchard and climb one particular twisted, ancient tree where I would straddle a branch and pretend it was my very own prancing steed! Idyllic indeed, until I got hungry and my growling tummy sent me to the farmhouse. My Grandmere was a phenomenal cook: homemade butter, brown bread, white bread, pickles, pies...her pantry never disappointed! The ever present pink and white peppermints were placed on a shelf just high enough f

So, I have been officially retired for one week. My last day at school was Friday, June 30, 2017. One full week ago. It seems like a year ago! Time to reflect. The Last Week of School     The Retirees Yes, there were some surreal moments: The last full class I taught - Canadian History; the last exam invigilation - Law 12; the last set of marks I had to enter - no tears there! All of these were milestones marking the ending of my career; a career I lost for 14 years and never thought that I would ever regain. A career that has given my most rewarding and uplifting moments as well as those of utter frustration, anger and despair. So, no wonder, then, that the last week of school was full of moments where I felt like I was a spectator at a movie of my own life. Prom I am NOT a crier. Not usually! Oh..yah..movies with sad endings, happy endings and the odd concert or sunset will get me going, but during my everyday life..nope...not a crier! Not even at the Minions' prom