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I have asked my sweetie to just shoot me if I ever mention the word STONE again. My body is rebelling against the 'great idea' that was birthed last summer when Nellie (our 1985 Ford pick-up truck) and I travelled to the bowels of Renfrew County to collect rocks. What was I thinking?

The Visit: Dan and MeMy youngest son, Daniel was home for a visit recently. I cleared my schedule so that we could do whatever he wanted. We could swim, kayak, boat or just 'veg' at the cottage but our most memorable day was our trip to town. As we headed the backroads into Arnprior, we had a flat tire.

My holidays from the dental office (I am a part time hygienist) began ominously. Day 1 of my holidays found us without water. The jet valve in the well had broken and if I could only remember where the well was, the workers could replace it. Oh, the pressure and the failing memory.

Had an event occured yesterday that almost did, I wouldn't be here today. Sure, my body would be alive but my spirit would be broken if my sweetie had sustained injury or death in a near miss accident. How quickly life can change...in an instant we can be headed in one direction and the next instant another direction.