a peek inside the fishbowl

I don’t know why I’m so riled up about this. Yesterday was the final day of the garden centre at the Carlingwood Loblaws. Not that I knew that… I had just pulled up and was reviewing my grocery list when I noticed a dearth of plants and green stuff in their usual caged-off spot in the store’s awkward parking lot. Naturally, my thoughts immediately turned to potential deals, even though our own garden is in complete disarray.

Honestly Andrea, making any new purchases would be considered foolish at best.

And that is when I spotted a table full of Birds of Paradise. And THAT is when I spotted the price.

TWENTY FOUR CENTS.

I bought four, despite not knowing where I was going to put them. And I paid with the coins scavenged at the bottom of my bag. When’s the last time THAT has happened?? (Hint: never. It has never happened.)

Later on I planted one in a pretty pot and stuck it next to the front door. I put two in a larger pot and put them next to the side door. The last one is unaccounted for so I think I might swap it with someone at work.

But after this initial excitement the remainder of my grocery shop was rather dull. When I got to the checkout I offhandedly mentioned to the cashier the great dealio I nabbed on these plants.

“It is a great price,” she said. “And you won’t believe what I’m going to tell you.”
“What’s that?” I said, not quite sure where she was going with this.

She proceeded to tell me about a woman who had bought some of these same plants, at the same price, and complained… about the price. (!) What could one possibly have to complain about? These were healthy houseplants that could be purchased with pocket change. In a time of rampant inflation and skyrocketing prices at the grocery store (HELLO EIGHT DOLLAR CAULIFLOWER) there isn’t a THING IN OUR WORLD that you can buy for so little right now.

Who is this person, I wondered, who can complain about such a thing?

p.s. I really should be writing about the recent university graduation (!) of our youngest child (!) but I am still collecting my thoughts. I just had to get this off my chest first. ;)

Last summer Mark and I had fun around town guided by an “Ottawa summer bucket list” of our own design and I’m keen to do it again. I have learned that I need to make lists of ideas and places to go as they come up, otherwise they get forgotten and we revert to things we enjoy but aren’t necessarily new, e.g. woodland rambles along familiar trails and cocktails on patios. (See also: a framework for a perfect weekend.)

A few ideas for this summer’s list are already in my back pocket, a.k.a. a note on my phone. My plan is to show as I go! That being said, I am already behind because we’ve done some nice stuff already including a visit to the Ottawa Tulip Festival (with bonus BeaverTail) which is a bit too late to write about so I will simply summarize here by saying: Tulips! Gorgeous! People! Next time, go! 

Today I want to share with you something fun we did to kick off the official start to our summer bucket list. (This all went down in May … technically NOT summer, nor Ottawa-based like the rest of the list, but I am including it nonetheless.) We booked a HOM mini-chalet for a weekend getaway in Vals-des-Monts and, friends, it did not disappoint. In fact, a few IRL friends have already had to put up with my gushing about it. (Sorry everyone.)

So on a sunny Friday afternoon we packed our bags, grabbed a few groceries and beverages, and left the hustle and bustle of Ottawa. Destination: our HOM away from HOME. :D

HOM is a cottage neighbourhood of sorts, set on a hill overlooking Lake McGregor. It’s a private location within proximity of other mini-chalets. There are eight of them (weirdly, I kinda remembered five and had to look that up on the website to double check – that has to tell you how unobtrusive they are). They are all modern cottage design, no A-frames or gingerbread trim or wood panelling here, and set into the woods with enough distance (and trees) between them to afford some great privacy. (We stayed at Le Grand Pic by the way.)

Here’s an exterior view from the front:

… and the interior:

It was honestly love at first sight.

There is also a hanging chair! It’s a novel addition but it unfortunately makes a clanging sound if/when you move it along the rail or get in and out (do not attempt if someone else is sleeping).

(I personally would have preferred a second comfy chair but that’s neither here nor there.)

I think you can tell by the photos that the HOM mini-chalets lean towards a more minimalist aesthetic. I want to describe them as “nordic” but that observation is based entirely on Ikea catalogues and Netflix crime dramas set in Scandinavian countries in the dead of winter, so maybe don’t quote me on that. ;)

Most of the living space is open concept (minus the bedroom and bathroom) and bathed in natural light, thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows and sliding doors at the back of the unit overlooking the woods with the lake in the distance. It is a cozy, luxurious place, an uncluttered place to rest a weary and cluttered brain.

Friday evening we enjoyed a nice dinner, started a fire in the charming wood stove, and tried out the hot tub on the back deck. There were multiple dips in the hot tub over the weekend, some to the point of pruney fingers and near heat exhaustion. Beware!

Each chalet is equipped with a little BBQ, which was great, but our propane tank ran out as we grilled our dinner! Eep! It was easy to replace but it delayed things. Oh well, at least the view was good while I waited:

Saturday morning, Mark caught up on some zzz’s while I enjoyed a tranquil espresso on the cozy couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, nestled among pillows, just staring into the trees. (Do you see a theme here?) My mind, just … let go into a state of bliss.

This was is the view from the couch:

 

After breakfast we checked out the waterfront, which is about a 10-minute walk from the HOM compound.

This is what it looked like along the way there:

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We loved that guests of HOM have free use of a canoe, which we took for a spin around the lake.

There were naps later, of course, and lunch, but I also took the opportunity for a solo on the SUP on Saturday. Friends, I was on cloud nine – seriously living the dream! I soaked up the sun (while standing, sitting, kneeling, I did all the moves!), and I even got a bit of distance in without falling into the water.

I counted dragonflies, clouds, my blessings.

That day’s agenda was packed with noshing, relaxing, reading, and hot tubbing. Same goes for Sunday, albeit in a condensed manner as we had to check out by 11 a.m. HOWEVER, I did manage to squeeze in one more solo SUP session on the lake before it was time to depart. Ah, bliss.

Some final kinda random points and thoughts in case you’re wondering:

– I wish we could have brought Piper with us but this place doesn’t allow pets.

– Ordering and obtaining firewood was easy and the wood shed was well-organized and easy to access. I should also note that Mark was impressed with the “proper” size of the kindling. (IMMA LOOKIN’ AT YOU ONTARIO PARKS!)

Behold the shed:

– There are other things you can order ahead of time besides wood, such as use of some fluffy robes or having fresh croissants delivered to your door. We may go this route next time! (I think there was more on offer but I’m forgetting and this info doesn’t seem to be on their website.)

– There are restaurants in the area but we didn’t want to leave! :D

– The kitchen had everything we needed. Related: I wish I had planned ahead better and made use of the fondue pot!

– Coffee = Four pods of Nespresso provided by the hosts. There’s also green tea available, with water boiled in a very cool kettle. I was smitten by this design:

Fun fun, I shot a wee video of the walk back up to our mini-chalet after my Sunday paddleboarding. I think this will give you a good idea of the privacy and the general setting of all the properties:

Ultimately, what I liked about HOM was that I felt like we were cottaging in a peaceful and remote place, with small luxuries and indulgences at hand, all while being in close proximity to Le Dep, groceries, etc. It’s the perfect place to wind down and clear away those metaphorical cobwebs – to restore, relax, refresh.

The HOM mini-chalets are a 45-minute drive from Ottawa. As someone who lives and works in Ottawa, I could technically organize a Monday morning checkout and go straight to work! The question is, would I want to put a dent in my relaxed vibe so quickly? I’ll need to think about that before we book again. :)

How’s work? 

I am asked this question quite often when I’m out and about and run into people I haven’t seen in awhile. I started a position as a writer on the corporate communications team at The Royal four years ago and my answer to anyone who asks is always the same:

GREAT.

Ha. I know. It sounds like a non-answer, but I mean it. It is truly, great. Every day I find myself in a perfect storm of learning and growth. My team is amazing and the people I meet in the context of work (and even around the proverbial water cooler) are so smart and excited about their particular area of expertise that I can’t help but be inspired. These people are doing so much to help some of the most vulnerable and stigmatized people in our community… finding answers to some of the hardest questions known around mental health and substance use. How lucky am I to work in a place like this? My colleagues amaze me every day and their passion is contagious (er, perhaps not a good word to use in a health care setting but you catch my meaning I’m sure)! :D

All this to say, the 2023 edition of the Run for Women is taking place tomorrow. Friends, it’s a biggie; a major fundraising event for The Royal. Funds raised through the run directly support important mental health programming, right here in Ottawa. These are services that truly make a difference to people in our community.

Sidebar: one of the things that I find so cool and interesting about mental health care is the domino effect that happens with treatment and care. It’s something I think about a lot. If we are able to help one person, say, who’s struggling with postpartum depression, we are inevitably also helping their partner, their children, and possibly their extended family, neighbours and colleagues as well. While it may be just the one person who’s receiving treatment, the ripple effect of good mental health, or poor mental health, extends way beyond that one person.

So please think of me on Sunday morning, running (er, walking BRISKLY, let’s not kid ourselves Andrea) to support women’s mental health along with a few thousand generous joggers, walkers, and strollers.

And if you’d like to make a donation to my fundraising page you can do that right here.

Thank you, friends! I appreciate your support.