Ednies around the world

Thanks to this blog, I’m in contact with an Ednie from France – pretty neat to discover. He says my description of Ednie fits his father perfectly. Well, I wonder how he spends his weekends? My family of Ednies were very busy this past weekend – it’s apple picking time, so it was all work for them. It’s not so bad – I’ve heard stories of Baileys-spiked coffees under the trees, ladder races and more colourful jokes than you can count. Meanwhile, I visited my aunt and cousin to meet their pack – of alpacas (Peruvian Ednies, perhaps?). Definitely adorable, but with thicker legs than the average Ednie male.

My sister – Ednie – celebrated her birthday this weekend, so probably jumped in a kayak and visited Big Nose the seal. Other cousins were off surfin’ for a cool time.

What were the Ednies across the sea doing, I wonder – enjoying food, as we do? (Need I mention apple pie, apple-marinated pork tenderloin, apple donuts, maple muffins….) Getting outside for some air and experience? Working, always working?

It is truly neat to discover there may be another relative out there – it’s a small world afterall.

Visiting the sis

Here we are, in not-so-sunny NB, visiting the sis for a long weekend. It’s always such a terrific way to unwind and find a calm pace! Funny, because she herself is often stressed – but her world calms me. Maybe because my responsibilities add up to feeding myself and taking a shower once in a while?

Something about rain in the maritimes is so poetically appropriate, you almost hope for a rain day when visiting. With coffee gurgling on the element, baked goods stacked up on top of the fridge, cards to play and books to read – an enforced day off.

Two more days to go before the big drive back, so we’re at the halfway point. We’ll be home soon, but planning the next trip right away. We need our maritime fix one in a while!

Where’s the time?

Busy. It’s the understatement of the year, for virtually everyone I know (with a couple exceptions of people that somehow find themselves not so bogged down with responsibilities). How do we juggle it all?

I don’t have an answer to that one. I feel like I’m on the constant sprint – funny, as running about 50 steps would drop me to the floor – work, family, housework, gardening, harvesting, cooking, financial planning, visiting…why do we allow ourselves to get so busy, we can’t even stop for a minute?

My summer plan was to get things in order. Redesign my home office, and get it organized. Sweep through the house top-to-bottom, and remove the clutter, fix the odds and ends. Make a will, get life insurance, pay off debt, improve the gardens, lose weight, stock the freezer, get a passport…it goes on. And it’s now September, and I’ve done about a tenth of the items planned.

I need tips. I need the great insight from those who juggle it all, and look pristeen doing it.

Today was harvesting, Ronan’s first day at daycare, freezing corn, making freezer pesto…done. Tomorrow?

Got advice? Please share it!

Counting our beans

It was bean freezing day at my place today. Straight from the garden into the freezer, with a brief stop in a steamer for some blanching. Food prep, such as this, is part of my Ednie heritage. I remember when I was a young girl, helping my mother and Granny to tip and tail bushels of beans, to be prepped for freezing. Doing it today was kind of nice – brought back the old memories, and made me smile. Too bad beans aren’t my favourite veggie! Regardless, we’ll be eating them this winter!

What does an Ednie have to say, anyway?

I’m an Ednie. We wear that name with pride – service people can’t spell it, our French neighbours can’t pronounce it, and oddly, no one’s ever heard of it. But we’re Ednies, and we like its sound.

Launching this blog, to see what sort of communications a bunch of Ednies could ignite, I’m asking myself, “what’s an Ednie blog going to say, anyway?”

Ednies often have much to say…though they don’t always have a point. The conversation IS the point – be it a discussion on line-dancing out of trouble, reminiscing tractor incidents, or bragging about the ol’ morning weigh-in, if we’re not gurgling with laughter, we’re not committed to the talk.

That being said, Ednies do have their serious sides – the list of accomplishments is long amongst this clan, and a group more committed to our planet and society, well, you won’t find.  Laughing our way through it is simply how we stay sane.

So Hello! to all Ednies and Ednie friends, neighbours and relatives out there – and to those of you who have yet to meet an Ednie, make a funny face and join the line at the dessert counter!