Why is it that crime-writers love to combine the Season of Peace and Goodwill with a juicy murder mystery? Incongruous themes? Not really, when you consider how psychologists expound on the subjects of anxiety, tension and depression at Christmas.
Two weeks after our shows were finished for the season, my fears at that closing matinee were justified. January had brought snow, and although it was not a heavy fall, the park and trails were lined with patches of white.
Max was rejuvenated by his new friend, but sadly, he was only to enjoy her for a few months. As 2005 wore on, he seemed happy, but he continued his disconcerting new habit of sitting on our former cat’s grave.
Edna had been very low since the loss of Brandy and Neisha. She desperately missed having a dog, and not long after Neisha passed on, she began to look for another pet. No sooner had she begun her search than
Brandy lived on for several months. Although she became thinner and was not as exuberant as in her youth, she still retained her wonderful spirit and seemed to enjoy her daily walks with Max. The two dogs were like an
In later years, Max gained another walking companion. Sadly, Edna’s mother had developed cancer, and as her illness progressed, Neisha became a regular visitor at Edna’s house. After Edna’s mother died, Neisha became Edna’s dog, so from then on, Max
In 2004, Max gained added novelty to his life when we started using our Pender Harbour cottage as a summer/weekend retreat. Our first tenants had been great, but work had taken them elsewhere, and there were problems with their replacements.
In addition to being a local celebrity, Max gained some other bonuses in later life. Soon after we built the suite for my mother, we also sold Lisa, our old motorhome and acquired a newer one, suitably christened Arvy. Since
Well before my father died, the girls had grown up sufficiently that they were far too ‘cool’ for puppets. Hugh became my co-puppeteer as well as craftsman and technician and the team was reduced to the three of us: Hugh,
After my father died, we had to arrange care for my mother since her dementia had progressed to the point that she was not able to look after herself. We built a suite at the back of our house, and