Life and Random Thinking

Excuse the interruption, would you mind?

Posted on July 30, 2026 by dfolstad58

My buddy Jeff joined me for coffee at an outside table in a local coffee shop in Penticton. A regular visit between long time friends.

Coffee, news, and trying to talk above the hub bub of traffic and construction.

At the table adjacent to our table, but not connected, sat a lady who was obviously waiting for her two guests as she had two empty chairs on the opposite side of her table.

A shiny new Lexus parked in the lot and a young couple strolled over to join her. They sat down and began their chat and I paid no attention until…………..

“Excuse the interruption, would you mind helping this young couple out?

The lady was Marriage Commissioner and needed witnesses for the marriage licence for this young couple. They were getting married right then and there alongside us at a coffee shop in the Okanagan, and I thought it was flawless in choice.

Of course we assisted by being witnesses for them. After a few minutes we were enjoying a chat with the three of them and I felt honored.

The happy couple were both two busy doctors, one a cardiologist, and for reasons private to them; the simplicity and ease of this time and location to get married were ideal.

Bravo to them! We solidly wished them well, and they were married! Simple, inexpensive and efficient.

The hard part was finding the right person and they had accomplished that. ♥ They were two mature, accomplished adults who knew what worked for them.

The officiant has done eleven weddings at this shop and this gave me a smile, and I am tempted to joke.

Not to belittle the legality or importance but this was so efficient that I think I have seen folks wait longer for their drink in Starbucks drive-thru!

Later I had time to ponder this fun and unexpected event in my day and I can appreciate the advantages as it has many and takes nothing away from the couple planning a party aka larger ceremony when it better fits their lives and schedules. Perhaps their families live in other countries and they wanted to spare them the expense of travel to Canada, I am only theorizing. They could just like privacy.

I know that some couples put off marriage for years to save for an extravaganza event.

In British Columbia, Canada there are approximately 24,000 marriages per year (twenty four thousand!) and the majority in the warmer summer months. That’s a lot of competition for venues, caters, locations and the like.

I always have felt that the wedding was important but it was one day and more importantly are the days afterwards, and probably the time and care beforehand to make a knowledgeable decision.

Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.” – Franz Schubert.

“There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.” – Martin Luther.

“A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” — Mignon McLaughlin

Marriage commissioners do all types of ceremonies and whatever locations and venues but the nuts and bolts work out to be simple and basic.

It all depends on the couple and if they want do get married on a beach or a mountain top; or a coffee shop – it’s really all just the same.

My unexpected treat while enjoying a cold coffee brew!

Have a pleasant week everyone, hugs! – David

Posted in okanagan related | Tagged Coffee, family, fiction, inexpensive, Love, marriage, simple, wedding | 2 Comments

Life Lessons from the Okanagan: Embracing Every Season

Posted on July 22, 2026 by dfolstad58

When I first moved to the Okanagan I moved in anticipation of enjoyment of the summers especially, and condoning the other seasons.

That’s because it is a region of orchards, vineyards, lakes, and beaches. My parents had first brought me to the Okanagan as a child and we tented in provincial camp grounds north of Summerland. The trees have grown a lot since then but families still come every year to create memories and learn the lessons of too many cherries in a single day. ♥

The Okanagan became my home in 1992 when I moved with my young family from the Vancouver Lower Mainland seeking a life with more family time and less commuting time; and I found it. Very soon thereafter trading a second car for mountain bike to commute to work.

I learned that every season in the Okanagan has its own attributes to appreciate and enjoy.

After the first summer I learned the quieter seasons of autumn, winter and spring could be savoured in their own way. The coming of winter with the its days getting shorter, and vibrant autumn leaves somehow made the warm autumn days even more special to embrace.

I loved walking through the fallen golden and crimson leaves in autumn. The cooler mornings, the warm but never scorching days are always there to be relished in the dying days of summer and appreciated.

The first frost feels like teaser to winter ahead, and my mind turns to the anticipation of silent streets and yards covered with snow in the days that lead up to the closing of the calendar year.

Then “over the hump” in late December, (winter solstice) and before long I can feel the budding of my optimism in spring, like the new buds on the trees and the return of the robins.

I quickly learned that each season of the calendar year holds the promise of happy moments, special memories, and invitations to smile both inside and out.

I realized over the years that I had cultivated in myself an appreciation for the Okanagan not only in the summertime but in every season.

Perhaps that is part of life, self cultivating lessons and encouraging those parts of our life, as in a garden, the plants that need encouragement and nurturing or even removing plants of the garden that are less desirable.

Each season of my life I think now is a time to be enjoyed at it’s own pace, less inclined to compare one season to another.

Each day the best day of the year, because it’s now, each season of my life is to be enjoyed now, neither looking forward or backward.

Older, and hopefully wiser, I will try harder now to be attuned to, comfortable with, and hopefully in harmony to the season of life I am experiencing.

I am grateful to have come this far as I know many don’t get the chance, and my mind and attitude is all in life I have the actual power to influence.

Thinking out loud today, thank you sincerely for reading. ♥ David

Posted in Just being creative, Thinking Out loud | Tagged autumn, contentment, fall, life, nature, satisfaction, seasons, Spring, summer | 9 Comments

Canada Day 2026

Posted on July 1, 2026 by dfolstad58

Canada Day July 1, 2020

Above is the link to memories about 1967 vis-a-vis Canada Day – I was in grade 3 and cute as a bug according to my Mom. Perhaps you will enjoy the read, I hope you will. Thank you for investigating.

Canada is a huge country and I am only this year really appreciating that after a trip halfway across to the Maritimes earlier this year.

What I am happy to share is the warm welcome from my east coast Canadians. Invariably they were interested in the reason for my trek there, and at all times I felt genuinely “at home”.

No country is perfect, but to me Canada must be close. The Canadian values of decency and understatement seem to be ingrained to most of us.

Home is where the heart is, and this is my home certainly and I am proud of Canada’s reputation worldwide.

I know that people are mostly the same everywhere. Each country has much to be proud of, and so it should be.

We all love our families, work hard at our jobs, and treat our fellow citizens with the respect that creates a better life for us all.

This is where I was born, in Canada, and I am glad to do my part to be a responsible and contributing part of it.

Peggy’s Cove was quiet the day we visited but the staff at the restaurant warmed us right up♥

Happy Canada Day – ♥David

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No, No – they can’t take that away from me

Posted on June 27, 2026 by dfolstad58

Bruce walked down the path, just plain packed earth . The path wound through a light forest, absorbing his steps and so he moved silently.

Sunlight patches here and there were like stepping through hot wading pools at the ocean. All around him, birds twittering and squirrels chirps but none of this smashed the peace and calm of his surroundings.

It was moments like these that Bruce recharged upon. The serene peace in the forest somehow lifting his spirits effortlessly, calming his thoughts. As he moved along mindfully, he felt content and felt no urge to rush as he filled his lungs with the rich moist forest air.

It had been three years since the funeral, all the stages of grief just speed bumps in his past. The memories of moments shared now had no sting, or not much.

Isn’t it nice that we have the moments tucked away inside us, like an unlocked drawer of candy to slide open and indulge in.

Life only has one direction but even while moving ahead, he could still taste the sweetness of those days. Bruce felt deeply thankful for the memories, secure locked in his heart.

Funny the little moments that tweaked his face into a grin. When they had a flat tire in the rain and she defused the situation with a song and dance while he changed the tire.

Then there was the one time she came to his work in a gorilla suit and delivered flowers and sang “Dancing in the Rain” for his birthday.

He was completely embarrassed, but inside his heart sang, he was proud and he loved her for it. He felt his heart swell that she would do so much to show her love for him, and only him.

The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No, no they can’t take that away from me

The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No, no they can’t take that away from me

Bruce left the path and sat down on a beach log to watch the waves, and ducks, always in pairs. With a deep sigh, after peeking around to check he was alone – he sang the well known song of Frank Sinatra named ” Can’t Take that Away from Me.”

The lyrics seemed to be saying exactly what he was thinking and exactly how he felt.

Recharged he rose and headed back to the car, feeling refreshed and smiling.

A little laugh on his lips. She loved the oldies, and let him sing in the car, no matter how flat and off key he was. He knew she was a prejudiced audience and praised his voice however he knew that outside of the car, and possibly the shower, that he should only sing for his own enjoyment.

But now it was time to mosey on, and so with a sigh, Bruce stood and paused to take a few breathes, and squared his shoulders. One last long slow breath.

He knew he can float through memory land again anytime because she is always right there,

Always just a breath away,

No, no he won’t forget the way she smiled just so.

No, no, They can’t take that away from me,

Thanks for reading♥♥♥

Posted in short stories | Tagged fiction, life, memories, Music, short story, songs, writing | 8 Comments

A story that makes me smile to remember

Posted on June 25, 2026 by dfolstad58

The journey of life I am following, and that is similar to us all, has me at the stage where I have gained some perspective, and possibly a grain of experience that is earned via mistakes and grey hairs.

Unfortunately that means losses and gains. I have, as all of us have, lost people close to me and that I will not forget and I enjoy them still in my memories.

Gains are worth celebrating also, as today I celebrated a first. I celebrated picking cherries with my grandchildren from the tree I planted decades ago in our backyard.

Yesterday I smiled as I remembered this story…………….

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In the early 1980’s I had the singular pleasure of working with my Dad every day for twelve years.

We were in different departments but the same building.

I was on the 11th floor, he was on the 6th floor and we could commute together to work and enjoy our coffee and lunch breaks together.

It enabled us to enjoy a lot of laughs and quality time for nearly 12 years despite him getting me to always use the stairs.

Looking back together we realize it was a gift of memories we were given.

Yesterday this story came to life from this time period came to me as I related it to my son.

THE GIFT

During the early 1980’s, my Dad and I worked in downtown Vancouver which is tall buildings, and concrete but also some shopping underneath some of buildings nearby.

One of the stores we would visit occasionally was a store that sold ties.

My office attire required a tie and so I did develop a collection of ties, as did my Dad.

This lead to the gift, which didn’t turn out the way I expected, not at all.

Something to know about my parents. My parents enjoyed humor, jokes, pranks and family dinners could lead to jokes that lead to rib holding, tear invoking laughter. (A special pleasure indeed).

One year leading up to my Dad’s birthday in the autumn, I happened upon a grotesque tie, hideous because it’s colour and patterns. The tie was completely, and entirely unwearable with any sort of suit or shirt. It was in a class by itself, possibly a sin to wear.

So, of course I bought it.

Then I purchased a silk tie from the tie store in downtown Vancouver, and obtained a gift box and bow. (play the suspenseful lead up music from Jaws)

My plan was to wrap up the ugly tie in the box, and add the bow and present it to my Dad. I couldn’t wait for the reaction from my Dad.

I remember it was autumn and I visited my Dad at his home and Mom was peering over his shoulder to watch. It was all a surprise for her also.

Dad opened the box, and never blinked ! But my Mom did! She didn’t get it was a joke and was pointing at the tie, laughing and then trying to pretend she wasn’t laughing.

Dad got it right away I think, but kept a straight face and played along. He was admiring the tie, and complimenting me on my good taste, my excellent choice, my keen eye for style!

“Is it silk or bamboo?”

Mom, meanwhile, was bursting, because she thought Dad liked the tie, and she thought I had picked it seriously. But the tie was almost repulsive ! She didn’t know what to do, and was pointing at the tie –

“look at it! Look at it!”

It was like it fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

It was so ugly it would make a freight train take a dirt road!

You get the picture (smile).

Finally, having ainw sympathy for Mom who was stifling her laughter, I presented Dad with the real gift tie. (A nice tie, but completely forgotten now.)

My dear friends, and readers; I told you all that to remind you to enjoy the moments, the stories that life leaves us.

It will be the ordinary times, the times of laughter and not fine dining that will live on, and be remembered and passed on.