From my day, my beef

 

This is 3 Donegal Bay, in Winnipeg. I sold the armoire  to someone who hauled it out to the country, east of Winnipeg. (I think I bought it in 2008/ 2009 when I owned 90 Forest Cove Drive. I had it in my bedroom at that time.) When I moved to 3 Donegal Bay, I had a television in that armoire and, it was so clean when I closed the doors, you couldn't even tell it was an entertainment unit. 

My fondest memory of the series I watched was a family show called Blue Bloods. When I met a woman who asked me my name, she said, "You're Anglo Saxon. Elfrieda is a very Anglo Saxon name."   

When I lived at this address, with Bruce, I went on a few 'ride- alongs' with Bison Transport. That was in between 'finishing out the basement' renovation... I've kept all my receipts, of course.

Now, a Bison 'ride- along' was quite official because I had to sign a waiver for injury in case of any mishaps. I felt rather uncomfortable doing that but I really didn't have a choice. I also had to provide a 'next- of- kin' contact. It was a very organized company.

These 'on- the- road' pictures are always blurry.

On one of these 'ride- along' work runs, we went to a meat packing plant. It was located somewhere on the prairies between Winnipeg and Calgary. Now, if you've never been to meat packing plant, I have a mild caution for those sensitive to odours; myself. That is not an easy place to go to.

This place had security, security, security. You never leave the 'truck' other than to hook up. That is a good thing. 

For those of you who just go to a grocery store and buy your beef neatly shrink- wrapped and don't really think about how it got there... I would like to say, for the time I was in the load pick- up... you would be so impressed by the speed with which meat comes from packing plant to grocery store. These time sensitive loads go from hook- up to hook- up with 'driver waiting' efficiency.

One of my tasks, on these 'ride- alongs' was to either get the paperwork from the back of a trailer, or put paperwork into the slot at the back of a trailer. I always made 100% sure that the trailer was at a full stop before I completed that task. 

'Always be thinking' is my motto.

Once back at 3 Donegal Bay... it was rest time. My basement renovation has a most beautiful solid wood door at the bottom of the stairs... it looks quite like a 'library door.' I stained it myself and purchased the new, quite expensive doorknobs for the entire basement renovation. 

This door, the basement bathroom door, I also finished in the same cappuccino- coloured stain. This is also a solid wood door, matching the full- sized door leading into the rec room... as you can see in the background, my painted baseboards that I purchased at Home Depot were waiting for my construction guy to come install them. This door had to be cut down to the size of the door opening because, strange as it is with some houses that get tweaked over the years... each door in this basement was a different size. Basements are like that when working around furnace pipes. The flooring, in the background is vinyl plank... that was expensive! I painted the walls a lovely lilac blue... very soothing.

This is a photo of the front bedroom/ office when I lived at 3 Donegal Bay. I gave that desk away.

It was a talk- legged shiny black Baroque style desk.

                                                              

 This is my gardening with the shed in the background.

These are the large garden boxes that I wasn't able to remove when I was forced to leave this property, quite illegally. 

These were my flowers at the back door... the bricks must still be there, I'm sure.

This is the railing at the front door, my gardening by the shed shining in the sunlight.

In the background, you can still see my smaller garden boxes, one of which I have here, in Dauphin.

I needed a ladder to cut flowers when I lived here. I think it was all the fresh soil we hauled and put into my garden boxes.

Bruce used to call my 'Kitty.'

I bought this nice piece at Ikea when I lived there. I put it together when Bruce was away. I sold it for so much less than I paid for it. I had my wonderful 'sheaf- back chairs' there as well. They are here, obviously, as they 'go where I go.' I purchased those April 1, 1993.

You can't even imagine how many people have sat in my chairs and eaten food I cooked and baked.

This is the back door.

There's me, Elfrieda, at the back of the property with that old Imperial. My Ram truck parked on the right... when I still had it... before the accident.

Memories... keep good ones alive and I am here to make sure people know what I am owed.