So This Happened!

Last Tuesday afternoon, Daddy Cool and I received an email from Owl’s Head saying that they were selling the chairs from the iconic Lake Chair, a.k.a. The Green chair. Daddy Cool called me at home and said, ”I want you to buy one.”

You see, for both of us these chairs are part of our history, of growing up near Owl’s Head and skiing there. My ski club used to go to Owl’s Head 4 times every season. Owl’s Head was my dad’s favorite mountain. Peter’s parents’ cottage is 10 minutes from Owl’s Head. He also skied there as a teenager and we hike this mountain at least once a season.

”Okey dokey Daddy”, and I got on the phone. Not even 5 minutes later I was on hold and I received a message from Daddy Cool, ”If you can, buy two!”

green chair

When I got through the office on Tuesday late afternoon they told me to phone again in the morning and speak to Diane. She would be there at 8 am. They also told me that the chairs were to be picked up Saturday only. So I hung up and messaged the best brother-in-law a girl can have, Oncle Ben. I asked him if he could go pick up the chairs for us and leave them in the garage at Weirwood. He said ”Ben Oui! Pas de problèmes!”

Wednesday morning I made sure to phone Diane at 8 am Montreal time. I gave her my credit card number and bought two chairs. They are now sitting in the garage, waiting for us to get there and deal with them. So yes, now I spend part of my free time looking on Pinterest and getting ideas as to what to do with them. What should I do with this part of our history? Hang them inside? Outside? from one of the beams? or should we build a structure for them? So many things to do at Weirwood and so little time!

When we come up with something, I’ll let you know.


The Island is Ready for Triathlon

This weekend, Bermuda is hosting the second stop of the ITU World Triathlon Series.  The island has been repaving roads and buzzing about this event since Daddy Cool and I arrived on the Rock.

Have this event in Bermuda is quite fitting since the current champion and eight times World champion, Flora Duffy, is Bermudian.


Posters of Flora are found all around Hamilton.

In the past ten days, I have noticed an over abundance of swimmers at National pool and more runners at 7 am (when I meet my Sole Sistah, Summer) are hitting the pavement around town. We are not alone anymore…


Some of the age groups participants are slowly bringing their bikes in the City Hall car park where they will transition from the swim to the bike and then the run. This morning, you could see them practice this transition.




With coverage on both BBC and NBCSN, I think this will be a great opportunity for our little rock to shine on the world stage. I of course will be watching from the race course itself since I volunteered to Marshall…My duties will start tomorrow at 6 am! Time when I have to be on the bike course. I am Marshaling for the age group race. This means I will be able to watch the elite groups in the afternoon. The men start at 1:08 pm and the women start at 4:08 pm.




Now let’s hope the rain stays away and the island can cheer, Go Flora Go!

Trying to Help Mother Nature on My Rock

Living on a rock in the middle of the Atlantic is not easy on the environment. Think about it, you have 60,000 + people living, going to work by cars and scooters, eating out or in, etc… all these daily actions can take a toll on the island and the ocean around us.

When we first moved to the Rock back in 2006, I was appalled to find out there was no recycling of any kind. I remember emailing the government and receiving a reply explaining that the money and oil for tanker to bring our recycled goods to the US, was not cost effective and therefore, they chose to simply burn the trash and converted into energy for Bermuda and use the ashes to make cinder blocks. I don’t know if that last point is true but I thought it was cool and decided to drop it.

Our second time around things have changed a bit. When I moved, I received a recycling schedule in the mail. This prompted me to look on-line on where I found this:

Where does my garbage and recycling go?

All household waste placed out for collection is taken to the Tynes Bay Waste to Energy Facility where it is incinerated to make energy for Bermuda.

Blue recycling bags are taken to the Material Recovery Facility (MRF) where items are sorted and then shipped to the US to be converted into new consumer items.

Special waste items such as paints, pesticides and other potentially harmful substances are  shipped to the United States for processing or disposal in USEPA regulated landfill facilities.

Our second time around I am trying to be better for mother earth (and the island). I am recycling all my tin, aluminum and glass. Before leaving London I bought a compost bin and I am trying to compost for our vegetable garden.  Yes, I have a vegetable garden.


My garden is growing very nicely. 


My compost bin imported from UK. On, for 50 quid. I saw one at Gorhams for $189.00! Ouch. But I did find out on-line that if you want to compost in Bermuda, the government will sell you a bin for $80.  Backyard composters are available for purchase from Waste Management for $80.00. Call (441) 278-0563 or email to purchase an Earth Machine brand compost bin.

Another thing I noticed this second time around, there seem to be more farmer’s market on weekends which I think is excellent. Fruits and Vegs are extremely expensive on the island and when you take the time to go to any of the farmer’s market on Saturday morning, it is worth it.

But coming back to what we are trying to do better in our house. Of course, I have 10 bags in my car at all times to go shopping with. I say no to plastic bags at the stores. If I forgot my bags I go back to the car or if I only have one of two items, I carry them out to the car on their own.

No more disposable straws. Only these silicone and plastic straws that I bought on Amazon. They come with brushes so they are easy to clean. If I serve you a smoothie or a cocktail that requires a straw, you will find one of these in your drink.


If I feel like having a cup of coffee and I am out and about, I use this cup. No cup, no coffee. Same thing with water bottles. I bring my bottle from home. I really try to avoid using unnecessary plastic, cardboard or paper if I can. I think if we all did this, it would really help the Rock we live on.


The Twelve Tasks of Asterix


Last week I was walking around Hamilton with my brother, Louis and his wife, Manon,when Peter called and asked me to pick up his squash rackets at the post office. Peter had ordered himself some new rackets and since it was free delivery anywhere in the world, he just had them shipped to his office address. He knew we would have some duty to pay but only once the rackets were on the Rock.

Daddy cool had received a phone call from someone at the post office informing him of the arrival of his package and that someone could come and get it after paying the duty. So of course, he calls Mama to see if I could go to the main post office on Church Street and see if I could pick them up for him. ”Worth a try!” he said.

Off I went to the main post office on Church street with Louis and Manon in tow. As soon as I entered the building, one of the ladies behind the counter asked, ”What is the purpose your visit here?”

”My husband received a call and was told to come here and get his package. I am wondering if I could pick it up on his behalf.”

”Do you have the orange slip?” she asked. I replied that I didn’t and that Peter never mentioned an orange slip.

She informed me that I needed a slip to pick up any package. Then she asked, ”How on earth does he know he has a package if he doesn’t have an orange slip?”

I wanted to reply, I told you someone called him at work and told him his package was here but I decided to use a polite tone and repeat myself, ”My husband received a call and was told to come here and get his package. I am just wondering if I could pick it up on his behalf?”

Now, I must mention that I was trying to focus really hard on the business at hand, which was picking up Peter’s rackets, but I was being distracted with the woman’s beard. No kidding, she had enough of a beard and a mustache to make me wonder if she was going through a sex change to become a He. Or if she simply had always been like this and then my brain was asking itself, ”why doesn’t she go see someone about this?” I mean, it was bad. But I kept my cool, decided to be patient and focus.

”Well, since you don’t have the orange slip, I suggest you go downstairs and ask them. That’s where the packages are anyways.” Geez, I literally just wasted a good 7 minutes talking to this lady and now she tells me I have to go downstairs anyways!

Before I went downstairs I looked outside and could still see Louis waiting for me so I just went down to the basement of the post office. Of course when I got to the International Package line, there was a line. So I waited, another 15 minutes until it was my turn.

I explained myself once again and the young lady behind the counter looked very annoyed with me. She informed me that since I did not have the infamous orange slip, I was not getting the package. I told her that Daddy Cool got a call at work. She did not care. No slip, No package! Already then. At this point I am thinking, screw it, Peter can come when he gets this orange slip.

I go back upstairs and as I am trying to exit the building, mustache lady yells out, ”Well honey! did you get your package?” I wanted to reply, ”Does it look like I have anything in my hands?” but instead I said, ”No, it’s okay, I don’t have the orange slip so I will have to come back.”

”Hold on a minute. Let me speak to the supervisor and see.” Off she went into an office. I looked outside and no sign of Louis anywhere.

She came back out with the supervisor. ”Tell my supervisor what you told me.”

”My husband received a call at work saying his package was here ….” I hadn’t finished when she said, ”Peter Cooper?”


”Yes, yes, I called him. Go back downstairs and tell them Mrs. Trott sent you. Get your package.”

I replied, ”But I don’t have the orange slip.”

”Don’t worry, I will call someone down there and instruct them to give you the package.”

Before I went back down in the bowels of the Post Office building I went to look outside for Louis and Manon, Mustache lady called back and told me the stairs were the other way, to which I replied, ”I know but my brother has been waiting for me all this time.”

I saw Louis walking on Church Street, back to where we came from. He thought I had already exited the building and did not see me. He was far enough that he didn’t hear me yell out his name but he heard my whistle. As soon as he saw me , he waved and I went back into the building to get the bloody rackets.

In The Basement

When it was finally my turn again, I spoke to the same attendant as before. She had not received the phone call from Mrs. Trott. She looked around and a gentleman was coming out of his office and said, ”Mrs Cooper?” ”Yes.”

”Tahitia (could have been laticia or any of those names that ends in ”itia”) give Mrs. Cooper her husband’s package.”

She told him I had no orange slip and if she had known Mrs. Trott had phoned my husband, she would not have turned me away. She apologized and I said it was okay.

Then came the task of finding it. Another long 5 minutes of looking out back but then she finally came back with a box in the shape of rackets. She opened the package in order to get an invoice to calculate the duty I was to pay. No invoice. I told her I had it in email form on my phone. I got an annoyed look while she pointed at a bulletin in front of her counter. The bulletin clearly stated that all invoices had to be printed on paper for their records. My brain said, ”FUCKKKKKKKK!” my smile said, ”I am truly sorry, I only have it on my email.”

”Forward that email to blah, blah, blah and I will go print it. Another 5 minutes went by until she resurfaced with the invoice and a calculator. She had not done the calculations, just had gotten the paperwork.

Anyways, 15 minutes and three signatures later, (I actually joked and asked if we were getting married since I had not signed so much paperwork since my wedding. I got a laugh.) she handed me the bloody rackets and I just grabbed them and climbed up the stairs to get back into the sunlight. When I met Louis and Manon outside and explained what had just happened in the last 40 minutes my brother said, ”Sounds like you just did ”Les douzes travaux d’Astérix!” Indeed, they were not Herculean tasks but at times annoying ones….but I got the rackets and that’s all that counts.

It’s as if we never left!

We’ve been back in Bermuda for just over two weeks now and it’s as if we never left.


The move went fairly well. A couple of small hurdles with regards to cable, but I have a guy in the attic looking into it as I am writing this, and I will not let him leave until I get my HBO and Showtime channels that I am paying for!

Aside from that, we have really nice landlords. They took us out to dinner the first week we were here, in order to hand over the keys and answer any questions we may have about the property. In meeting them,we found out that our landlady is a Hollis, and that the house we are renting from her is the house she grew up in and the original homestead to the Hollis farm. Our house is named, Harrissii, after the Easter Lily that our land lady’s grandfather farmed.

Mr. Hollis specialized in a type of Bermuda Easter Lily called “The Harrissii”. The late Mr. Hollis’ theory on the origin of the Harrissii lily in Bermuda is that a convict at the Naval Dockyard wrote to a woman by the name of Mrs. Harris, who was related to the convict, to visit Bermuda from Scotland in the late 1700s.”

Here is an interesting article about Malcolm Hollis with some old photos of where our property is located.

On top of this historical connection to the island, we have amazing views of Harrington Sound, the South Shore and the use of a dock on Harrington Sound. In the process of figuring out how to lock up my paddle boards and kayak over there. Will keep you posted.

Every time I go somewhere to inquire about a service, whether it’s cable, our cell phones, TCD, our HSBC accounts, our US Mailboxes account, etc… anything that has to do with taking care of a home or a car, we are already in the system and people just reactivate our accounts. It’s been easier than anticipated and it’s as if we never left.


p.s. Please note I have changed my site address from canadianmamainlondon to canadianmamaontherock.

Took Almost Two Days…


But it was worth it.

Sunday morning Thing 1 drove us to the airport through a small snow storm. No big accumulation, just some snow. Surely the flight would still take off.

We checked our 4 bags, headed through security with each a carry-on and a backpack (yes, we had lots of luggage good thing we were flying business, no charge on luggage). I was randomly picked at security and when they swiped my backpack it set off an alarm. So I got searched and padded pretty good but was cleared for U.S. Customs. No problems there and after about 30 minutes, we emerged into the duty free shop and just walked to our gate. It was about 11:15 am, two hours before our flight and it showed on time.

Well, about 30 minutes later, it was delayed 45 minutes…no problem, we have 3 hours at JFK, we’ll make our Bermuda flight.

Another 30 minutes go by and another 20 minutes was added to our departure…

Then about 45 minutes later I receive an email from AA saying departure 15:00 (we were suppose to leave at 13:15) and arrival at JFK at 17:04. Flight to Bermuda is 17:20!

I got up and went to see the agent who was already talking with another customer traveling through Kennedy and going to Bermuda. They told us we would make it but for both of us it was not our first rodeo, we knew they were lying.

Anyways, long story short, the flight eventually got cancelled. We still don’t know why because other planes were landing and the snow storm had stopped and turned into rain. Very bizarre.

AA booked us on the Monday 7 am Westjet flight connecting in Boston and we got on the 10:20 Delta flight. We were lucky to get our business class seats honored.

Yesterday morning, Thing 1 picked us up at 4:30 am and drove us to airport again. When we checked in at the Westjet counter, plane was delayed to 8 am….but we made it to Boston with 10 minutes to spare before boarding.

We landed in Bermuda and it was a balmy 71 degrees and beautiful sunshine.

One of my floaties, Maria, picked us up. We tested her car’s luggage capacity but everything went in. Turns out I bought the same car she has so it showed us our new car luggage capacity. Maria drove us to Auto Solutions where we picked up our new “Sleek Silver 2018 Hyundai Creta”. After signing some last bit of paperwork and getting instructions from the salesman (while Daddy Cool packed up the car because he just wanted to get the hell out of there), we were on our way.

I then stopped at another one of my floatie’s office (Lorrie), to pick up some summer clothes I had left with her during my last trip to Bermuda. I tried to see her but she was busy working….I’ll catch her later.

Then we drove to the company apartment near Elbow Beach (Pretty nice by the way) and we changed into our shorts and sandals.

After a quick trip to the office I took Peter to show him the house where he told me, “You did real good Mama!”


Views of Harrington Sound from the front back porch.


I realized that we even have vegetable garden beds.


Front of the house.


The new sleek silver chariot and the garage with guest house in the back.

Apparently, our stuff is on the rock and in the process of clearing customs. Looks like we will be moving in on March 1st as planned by MOI. March 1st is also when The One company is coming to install internet/cable for us.

Now, all we have to do before Thursday, is open bank accounts, get cell phones, boost the Bermuda economy by buying everything with a North American plug, confirm and organize delivery of kayak, confirm and organize delivery of my paddle boards and get my National Pool swim membership. I’m not worried. Everything will get done. (I hope?!)

Moving Day!


Well, moving to a hotel down the road for one night so yesterday I started the task of packing. I don’t know what happened, we did not buy any new clothes but somehow, I need to go buy a new suitcase. Did some sweaters reproduce while they were sitting in the drawers? Mystery to me but here I am, I need to add to my morning “to do list”, Go buy suitcase. This will be done after I go to O2 to pay my final bill and close out our account. Therefore, just wanted to let anyone know, if you need to reach us, do it by messenger. It’s the best way. Peter is still accessible via work email since he will still have his work phone.

I will turn on my Montreal cell phone with Wi-Fi whenever I am in a Wi-Fi zone but that will be the extent of it. No roaming.

All that is left to do this morning is put back this flat to the original state when found it in. Meaning, clean all the mirrors, vacuum and dust everything and then get the leopard out of the cupboard and back onto the sofa along with all the other fur blankets…this landlord sure is special. Oh well, on to the next place.


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