Big shout out to M.!

Hi everyone,

It sure has been a long time,blame it on the amount of work I’ve had since my promotion, a little over a year ago.

But recently it’s come to my attention that I have a nice little, not so little anymore, fan. My adorable daughter’s friend M. who apparently likes my blog. I haven’t written a post in so long though I couldn’t let the opportunity of saying a big hello to you.

I know you are very gentle, intelligent, creative and really talented girl, go on being this way!

Thank you for being a “fan” of my blog, and also for being such a nice friend to B.!

’till my next post, this one was dedicated to you “M”. I don’t want to write anything else so it does not take away my intention.

Be happy, heregoes a nic little flower to brighten up your days,

 

Drikka.

lotus flower front

Crochet lotus flower front

 

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Huge hug and a hundred smiles… here comes 2014!

Hugs and smiles, that’s how I was saluted when I finally got back to the weekly meeting my husband takes part in, as his post doctoral research up here in Canada I had being away for over 2 months, too much huh?

We’ve been here for a period of 2 years and 4 months now. My daughter couldn’t be happpier as she now has friends who seem more like relatives, they are so bond together, fight and play almost daily, just like friends and sort of like family tends to be.

I am doing well at my job, I started off as a sales associate, and moved on to another position that gives me a little bit more of flexibility. I liked the idea of having a place to go, making some money to help with the bills, and still be able to take care of my daughter. That was the plan. I got acquainted with some people that I like to call “friends” it is good for my heart.

My life has turned around from being a busy ESL instructor in Companies (back home in São Paulo), who made a significant amount of money weekly for over 20 years and did not work so hard, to this.

Along with that I still volunteer, which allows me to get in touch with what I really like that is teaching, I read with the kids, we do some work, it is fun.So I also take part of the teachers on their weekly meetings to stay tuned and speak the same language, one can never learn enough of what it is this passion that is being a teacher. It is a breath of fresh air to me.

There we go my dear friends, one more year here unfolding at our very own feet, right here, right this minute, what will become of it depends on many factors, such as decisions we make, resolutions, our fate, our faith, the steps we actually take. Above all and yet within us I strongly believe there is God.

So HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF US!

                                    Be happy my friends,

                                           Be crafty!

Drikka Glaser.

Love and Soul

It is not rare to me to find the need to talk about LOVE, to its largest extent. Say I love Love.

Love does hurt sometimes, though we usually find out later that was not love but Passion. And yet passion is a practice to love.

Unconditional love is almost impossible, for if my beloved husband has an affair this to me will not be acceptable.

Eternal love is desirable, though as the years fly by people change, so if you do not find the reason why you too are hung together, there might be a chance that the person you became, or the other party, will tear up what once was the reason for being together.

We change. The Universe changes. So bearing this and so many other topics relate to this in -my- mind I would like to invite you to follow my new page that has nothing to do with pure material crafts, but a lot to do with the Art of Love, please don’t read a Kama Sutra kind of love for I never learned much about it.

Mentioning the books I read and base my ideas upon: by Leo Buscaglia Love, Living Loving Learning, Loving each other,Bus 9 to Paradise and Born to love; Louise Hay  Heal your body, You can heal your life, Heart thoughts, Love your body; Are you the one for me by Barbara D’ Angelis, Men are from Mars women are from Venus by  John Gray, and many others I can’t remember as of now.

So let’s embark this journey I hope to be fun.

I let’s talk about what moves us, our feeling, fears and thoughts. Hoping it to be a pretty interactive page: Pelase visit and bookmark: Love and Soul.

 

Rose in Prairie Garden- AB CA

Rose in Prairie Garden- AB CA

Take care,

Drikka

Easter bunny is here, I mean it!

Hello my friends!

Starting with the Valentine’s day in the middle of February we go on with our lovely projects into the so expected and already mentioned Spring.

Let just say Spring is in the air, last year I thought the Easter bunny had come by night to visit us, the paw prints have proven to be of a cat in reality, well this year I saw the bunny, sneaked behind the curtains and Voila! No one can think it is a mistake, here is the pic for you.

Up above there him is a bird house, and because these birds (sparrows) did not migrate, we kept on feeding them, so all through the Winter they had a place to come,

sparrows in Glaser Crafts

sparrows in Glaser Crafts backyard

so did their friend the bunny. This made my daughter really happy, she knew now the Easter bunny had been well fed, so he would like to come for Easter and make sure she was glad too!

bunny in GlaserCrafts

bunny in GlaserCrafts- backyard

So I thought you would like to see,

Take care,

Drikka

A bitter sweet Christmas Tale- true story

Note: If you’re a vegan, I don’t think this piece of writing is suitable for you, I’m sorry.

Our very own crochet Christmas banner at the door- decoration by Betty

Our very own crochet Christmas banner at the door

I love Christmas, guess I always will. I cry out of most Christmas songs and feel deeply touched, emotionally connected with pretty much everything that has to do with this time of the year.
When I was a little girl, my dad always ‘took care’ of the meat we ate at home, at these festivities the pork was divine.
Dad loved baking it in honor of his deceased mom. He grew up in an underprivileged environment therefore having pork once a year alone meant Christmas for him and his 7 siblings.

So, after he got married, every year around April he would go down to a local farm choose a piglet, start to “feed” (at home he would spare food for the piglet, we never got to know all that for sure -I mean I guess he did say it over and over, but then again we wouldn’t listen) and pay for it. By the end of the year that would’ve been paid in full and his to take home and bake for Christmas.

My Mom was in charge of the many desserts, granny made the Christmas cake, and some Brazilian traditional treats, she did it like no one else does, or ever will -after all she was my granny-. As for the rest of the family my uncles and aunties would bring other foods along with their presence and love.

Then Daddy died in one May that was so unfair! My elder brother and I were living away and used to go home on weekends and for holidays. That year we had a series of financial setbacks, but we managed to buy a nice huge chicken, Mom was still shaken by the fact of not having him around, granny too old and busy taking care of my grandpa in bed. So I stepped up and offered to do most of the cooking, when I thought about to the poultry: a chicken… I would have to season it to perfection to make up for not having the usual turkey, not having my Dad’s seasoning, and having no idea  what Daddy used besides love to make his food taste so like Christmas. I had to make sure my little siblings wouldn’t miss him that much. And I was left with a chicken.

One day before Christmas Eve a man knocked at our door asking for Mom. He told her that earlier that year Daddy went to his farm picked a piglet and was sending it food as usual then he stopped. Because that particular year daddy had paid in full, he never did that before, the man assumed daddy would go and fetch the pork. Much to his surprise he learned the daddy had passed away early in May, so he decided to take it himself and hand it to Mom.

Mom almost fainted, feeling sorry for both her and the pig, not knowing what to do with it, and my brothers gladly carried it into the kitchen. We never knew for sure if daddy had paid for it in full or not, it was so not like him.
Anyway, now I had to be quick, still no clue, but much more material to work with. I was deeply touched, daddy looked after us. Turned on the radio, to “fill up my tank” and cooked like crazy.

Do I have to say that luckily I found in the rear back of a cupboard a large variety of seasoning labeled with his handwriting? Do I have to say that our dog who was always beside him while cooking, was now restlessly beside me? Do I have to say that there were no mourning tears for that Christmas Day? Some relatives showed up, even one wealthy uncle, he could not resist trying what he said was: “-Some delicious turkey!”?

No, I don’t, because that very Christmas taught me we have to bury our beloved dead ones, pay them respect, share our love, and keep going. Once in a while we weep, then we keep going. That is life, with all there is to it.

…           …         …          …        …

If you ask me what our plans for this coming X’mas are, I ‘ll have to say: we don’t know yet.  Because we did not quite fit in the Brazilian communities up here, and do not have close Canadian friends, to share such a family event together, we might either spend the three of us, eating my food, again; or travel somewhere interesting and have a good time.

It takes about 2 days to go back to Brazil and the tickets for this time of the year are shamefully too expensive. Of course I miss my family which is kind of large, and my in-laws too, after 16 years together they are kind of my own family extended.
I don’t regret being here especially because my daughter is so happy, I am not sorry for us, we all know that in one way or another we will end up having what is takes for a perfect Season, that is being among the ones we love and care the most.

Thank you for passing by,

take care,

Drikka.

“Hey, Look at me!”

As I looked at her, all by herself against the white fence of the house opposite to mine, I thought to myself, poor little one…

It all started early that Friday, about a month ago, but I had seen it coming, it started a few days before. The way the girl was constantly hanging around, asking everyone, even my Betty, to play with her.

Yes, Betty did play with her once in a while, though given to the fact that their ages differ a bit (Maggie had turned 11 and Betty is only 6), there were few games left for them to play with.

As the days went by, summer was even nicer, warmer, brighter; all Maggie wanted was a bit of attention. Her mother was a sort of unknown character, never seen around. It was said that she had left them a few years after Maggie was born, along with a brother. Apparently she has now a step mom, some say she is her aunt. We don’t know for sure.

All I know is that, that Friday, her “mother” did it! She came by for the first time and she saw her “daughter” sulky, lonely and upset. She wondered why. Maggie promptly replied, “Everyone is being rude to me”.

Feeling uneasy for once she bluntly asked, “How rude? ” “They keep saying mean things to me,”Maggie answered. “They who?” asked the mother.

Maggie pointed at the third house next to where she was. From my upstairs window, behind the drapes, I was able to follow her with my eyes. She dashed to the house’s backyard, knocking at the glass door there was no answer. She did not have better luck at the door bell either. She turned to Maggie and said, “Come on, let’s go, I’m calling the police”.

At those words, I went after her to try to understand what was going on. “Hi, can I help you?” She simply looked at me, turned around and left, cell phone on her right ear.

I called Maggie. “Hey, what is going on?” She was afraid,”Nothing,” and ran home as fast as she could.

Betty and her friend Lisa were playing in the basement. I said, “Lisa, fetch your mom, I want to talk to her.” But she had gone to the mall. Her brother was supposed to baby sit her. “Ok, so you stay here. Maggie’s mom called the police and I don’t want little girls around when they come.”

… … …

It turned out she didn’t call the police, but the afternoon was covered with failed attempts of mothers trying to talk to each other. Other neighbors were getting involved when the truth started to come out. Maggie had been left aside for having done things such as:

-bringing her dog to frighten the small kids;

-spitting and peeing in people’s backyard at daylight;

-using kids’ toys without permission, and running away not to give the toys back;

-having a dirty loud mouth.

Maggie is a good-looking slender, blond, blue-eyed pre-teen. She is also such a tom boy, parents don’t want their kids to have anything to do with her.

On the other hand, she was the only one who didn’t laugh at Betty when she accidently fell into the pool, and ran back home crying out of humiliation. Betty remained home for the rest of the day, being Maggie the only one she allowed near her. Maggie never spit in my yard or said the “s” word, never being unkind to Betty. To me, she was just trying to call people’s attention.

Her mother never bothered to acknowledge that.

… … …

Later that afternoon, Betty and I left to see a movie.

The offenses between both moms went on. At a certain time, Lisa’s mom was pushed and said, “now I’m calling the police!”

And they came indeed.

Everyone was against Maggie, she was sort of banned and advised by the cops to stay away from the little kids.

Poor little one! Maggie, who had no one to play with, had now been banned! It hurt me so much not being able to say a word on her behalf when it all took place. I wish I could have done something for her. I wanted her to be happy, feel loved, to feel special. Instead the only thing she was is set aside.

What is in store for her? She is only 11, I mean, she is already 11!

Take care,

Drikka.

Brazilian Soccer, and a quick Pasta recipe for supper

Dear ones

Life has moved forward, so many things have happened since I last wrote here! I’d better just mention them as follows

– my daughter `graduated`-kindergarten, that was Big, she is now going to REAL school!
-we moved into another townhouse where there are more kids for her to play with-and fight with too- she is much happier this way, and the TV is seldom on.
-I quit that job, kept a few friends in there, still visit them, but I quit.
-we have been to Vancouver, through the Rocky Mountains, now that was big for me, I’ve always wanted to see them!- promise future pictures on them.
-We are going to stay here longer than we had originally planned, now we’ll stay until June 2013, my dear husband was granted another post-doctoral in Education now, we are both thrilled! I wish we could skip the 2014 World Cup -which will take place in my city too, and it will be so much more complicated to be living in.
-My dear soccer team won yesterday the most important championships in Latin America Copa Libertadores title without losing any match! Congratulations my dear CORINTHIANS.  – soccer in Brazil  is still taken seriously, out of 4 greater teams competing in Sao Paulo mine was the only one which had never won that title before, that caused the biggest soccer moking jokes in Brazilian history! We are even now, I feel glad and relieved.

On with the recipe:

Baked Pasta:

500 ml tomato sauce

500 ml white sauce

250 grs ground beef

500 grs pasta -(the small type  just like those used for macaroni cheese

200 grs Parmesan grated cheese

50 grs Parmesan grated cheese

1 small  thinly sliced onion

2 cloves of garlic chopped into

4 spoons of olive oil

Optionals:

celery salt, and black pepper to your taste

1 bay leaf

chives and parsley  and basil.

Directions:

1. Boil the pasta with a little salt and 1 spoon of the olive oil,

2. While your pasta is boiling, stir fry the onion in the olive oil use medium heat, as the onion gets transparent toss the garlic stir and add the ground beef, in case you are using bay leave add it now, together with salt and pepper.

3. Add the tomato sauce stir, turn off the heat, let it rest.

4. Meanwhile watch your pasta  it must be `al dente` -not too soft,  resistant to your touch. Drain it and reserve.

5. In a bowl mix the 200 grs Parmesan cheese to the white sauce, Slowly pour thebolognese  sauce -you just made it tomato+ground beef, take the bay leaf off, add the rest of the optional seasonings.

6. Mix it really well, take your drained pasta and lay it in a baking pan, I like the glass ones just for the visual effect.

7. Cover with the 50 grs Parmesan cheese . Oven pre-heated at 180 C or 350 F. For 20 minutes or until the top is brownish.

Help yourself!

Drikka.