May 2009 likely to be another in-cation at the Grove. A break from reality without the cost.
Cape Breton: highlands, Louisburg
Yarmouth: the bed and breakfast with stories by the fire in the evening (where was that?)
Frenchy's Run down the NS southshore
camping trip, wineries and craft shops tour
Oak Island Resort (Murder mystery weekend; $100/night for two double beds)
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Our Beginnings
Apon the realisation that time spent on projects and time with friends didn't happen unless a set time was made, the FCW was formed. Originally it began as scrapbooking night but bring whatever you are working on. We are not certain when we began meeting but our rough beginnings were about 2006. We are not an exclusive group; we are just seeking time to recharge, vent, and get some time for ourselves to help us take on the following week. It wasn't intended as a girls only "club", it just turned out that way. "Big hairy (single male heterosexual) Scotsmen" are more than welcome, and anyone else who maybe interested in our activities.
Crackpot Friends (a forwarded email)
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole
which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water..
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
'For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the
house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my **"**crackpot**"** friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water..
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
'For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the
house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my **"**crackpot**"** friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
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