was exceedingly stund.
man honey,” says Dearest Duck, “are you sure you have outgrown…”
mit me my delusions.” Start again.
- enlightened scholar, the road from school to home passed Granny’s door. Frequently, she’d call me in to lunch rather than have her favourite grandchild trudge all the way home and back for afternoon classes.
Bet your loonies, Granny never missed beckoning me from her kitchen window on Pancake Day even though she
- cakes stacked high for supper. pancake containing money — often a 50 cent piece the size and thickness of half an Oreo.
maneuvered the serving plate so that Pop found the nail, she
couldn’t miss the money prize. See, stund as a stump. Nowadays, if Dearest Duck cooks a batch of flapjacks she doesn’t tuck in the traditional goodies. Not only that, but she
- cakes with half a jug of Aunt Jemima.
Of course, if our granddaughters happen to be visiting, she heaves in a double load of goodies and passes the platter in a
find a prize.
Well, maybe the nail. -
nary a clue about the religious bay-boys ought not know.
that…” “Don’t say the
- nesday followed Shrove Tues-
about the business of having one’s brow crossed with ashes as a sign of repentance.
Our cove was shore-to-shore got too close to the stove and received a face full of soot, for frig sake.
says Dearest Duck. word, my
The season of Lent — which knowledgeable folks know commences with the feed of pancakes on Shrove Tuesday — begins just in time for back-sliders who have broken
renew their vows, so to speak.
As an act of faith, as an act of sacrifice, people pledge to forsake pastimes both sinful and pleasurable — not always the same thing.
Smoking was, and is, a popular vice to lay aside for 40 days in hope — p’raps — of breaking the habit.
Eating too much yummy grub — from sugar bickies to boiled beef — is another favourite, a means of overcoming the a recent Noble prize-winning poet, “Things have changed.”
there are lists posted of possible things to consider doing without for Lent.
the option of quitting obsessive Twittering and playing games on smartphones and tablets.
With this sign of the times
Dearest Duck’s rocker/glider where she moved back and forth — rocky, rocky — all the while concentrating on her iPad’s screen.
“Soon be Lent, my Duck,”
“Umm,” said Dearest Duck, gliding and rocking. “Since my occasional inter- cautiously, “do you think you
Gliding and rocking ceased. Dearest Duck glared at me as if she were imagining her Prince as a hoppy- become a stony statue. Truly.
“Okay, something else then,” daily dram of Tension Tamer tea.
Abandoning the daily hunt for frozen chocolate chip cookies is another possibility. eyes that’s not going to happen.
My stundness was evident during dinner at Granny’s. I believed I was Lady Luck’s bay-boy because I always got the pancake containing money — often a 50 cent piece the size and thickness of half an Oreo.