FITFS Following in the Footsteps of Darlene Foster Supermegawoman

Darlene Foster

Darlene Foster

  “Never let a day go by without a dream”  Darlene Foster

My favorite series is the FITFS – that is Following in the FootSteps of my blogging heroes.  These are all people I admire and in some way or really in many ways and would like to emulate them.

Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to a Supermegawoman at least according to her grandson -”My grandson calls me “super-mega-woman-supreme” and finding out just a little about this amazing lady confirms the moniker is accurate.

 

According to the archives Darlene Foster first posted on her site June 19, 2010 and titled it “Hello Dreamers”.  Darlene’s platform through much of her work is about dreaming, but not Just dreaming.  Its about making dreams come true.  One of her dreams, Hot Air Ballooning came true that very month.

Author Darlene Foster

Author Darlene Foster

Two days after that first foray into wordpress land Darlene announced publication of her first book Amanda in Arabia.  See?  A dreamer making her dreams come true.  I don’t have to say it but I will – YOU INSPIRE!

Since then two other books have been published about Amanda – In Spain The Girl in the Painting and In England The Missing Novel.  Now being for YA and I am definitely OA I had not read the books, however, after reading a couple of adult reviews I now have them on my list.

She is pretty modest about herself and says, “A bit about me. I am a writer of children’s stories, an employment counsellor, an ESL tutor, a wife, mother and grandmother. I love travel, reading, shoes, cooking, sewing, music, chocolate, walking on the beach and making new friends.”

Now before you get all excited about her perfection I must tell you she does have a quirk or two.  It seems, and keep this just between you and I, her best friend is, well,  oh I guess I just have to come out and say it – her best friend is Flat Ruthie.  And not because she has no personality.  I mean her best friend is FLAT.

Flat Ruthie

Flat Ruthie

Ya see what I am saying here?  AND last summer she also hosted Andy the Traveling Armadillo, who I have mentioned previously but if you need a refresher just pop over here.  So obviously our fave author here has, shall we say, a strange taste in friends although she seems to manage okay with those of the human species.  So you are safe to pop over, have a look, say a little hello and get to know this incredible, incredible, woman.  I have poached photos and words liberally and she has so much more to say and to show you.  Awww I haven’t even mentioned recipes and…and….oh boy..

 

You can contact me at darlene.foster@telus.net
My website is http://www.darlenefoster.ca

 

Author Darlene Foster

Author Darlene Foster

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A Perfect Day Redefined

A Perfect Day Redefined

There are so many days that end with me thinking, “now that was a perfect day!”

This one most surely tops them all.  I woke up later than I intended and got a message that my daughter in law was ill.  My son was not home and the oldest grandson who is seven was in school.  I called my DIL to let her know I would come and pick up my youngest grandson who turns three next week to give her some rest time.

They live an hour away so it took some patience on my part to diligently fill the car with gas and to check the windshield washer fluid.  Good thing I did as the weather was clear winter fine but every vehicle in front of me made sure my blue..well now white car ..had a good solid layer of road salt and gunk sprayed relentlessly from their rear wheels.  I did catch on that if I drive far enough behind them I miss the auto shower, or that if I daringly speed ahead of them then they are blessed in turn.  However that does not work when they gang up on you and throw in a big monster long hauler who has super sharing abilities.  

I must admit that sometimes I do listen to wiser folk, one of whom is most often My sister Jane.  Her theory is that if some fool – and that is just my particular fond label, not hers – in front, decides to travel at speed limit or less, it is meant to be as there is probably a very responsible hard working constable near by just waiting to nail your …uh lead foot.

This day I chose to listen to her advice.  No gunning of the engine or risky passes to prove my membership in the Richard Petty Club, or even the mutterings casting doubt on the offenders intellect or parentage.  And a mighty good decision it was.  Within the first ten minutes I encountered the familiar flashing lights with three cars stopped only kilometers apart. The boys in blue must have been having an otherwise slow day, no doubt having solved every outstanding heinous crime.  Lesson grasped and learned- I proceeded calmly.

Now to see the little face, belongings packed and excited the moment  he saw me was the reward.  Alas my intentions while seeming to be the comfort of my DIL were in fact of a more selfish nature.  It was grandma time!   My grandsons adore me partly because I always tell them they have the coolest grandma in the world.

So the best day began.  First I had to be sure there was an extra set of clothes – learned that one after our last trip which involved us wearing most of his chocolate milk.  Then a checklist confirmation for a bathing suit and his epipen (for the peanut allergy).  And his fav yellow blanket in case of a needed nap or snuggle. Hugs and kisses from Mommy and we were all set.

The chatter over the next hour was amusing, confusing and a blast as much of what he has to say..and there is plenty at this age..just not all of discernible.  Now he knew the itinerary: meet my sister in law and her soon to be four year old grandson at MacDonald’s at a play center.  Play for a bit then off to my place where I have a large indoor pool. 

G2 was a little shy at first but that did not last long.  Then it was all about running, jumping, climbing, falling and it went on for a couple of hours.  I could see he was tiring so I considered just taking him home and skipping the rest.  But he knew his schedule and when that little voice says…not this way, not my house, Gamma’s house I redirected my point of intent.

He loves my home, the underground parking, the elevator, the buttons on the elevator, my budgies, my bed..well everything.  We chased and laughed getting his trunks on – well he laughed and I chased.

The pool is large and warm and he is not shy about getting in the water.  Matter of fact he quickly remembered the last time he and his brother were there when his brother taught him to jump in from the side.  Jump into my waiting arms that is. So the game was on and I have no idea exactly how many hurling banshee roaring flying objects I caught but it was sufficient to finally tire him.  Then it was immediately in the bath and shower..simultaneously.  He retrieved a small and only slightly outdated yogurt from the fridge then it was dressing – some chasing amid gales of laughter involved and off home.

It took him less than five minutes to fall asleep.  Once home it was more cuddle time with a sleepy boy then some quality time with G1 with whom I made a date for us to go out the following week.

Now that is living.

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