I basically took a sabbatical from writing for a while as I became immersed in my new job and the day-to-day one-foot-in-front-of-the-otherness of the melancholy that falling into the fall brings me. Continue reading
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new kind of lightbulb issues
One of the bathroom lights burned out this weekend and as I climbed up on a chair reaching up to twist it out of the socket I was horrified to notice that the tulip shaped glass was covered with fuzz. Kind of like a fur-bearing tulip. The fact that my light fixture was growing fur is the fault of the fancy new-fangled ever lasting light bulbs we have nowadays. Not my fault. Continue reading
Thanksgiving, PTSD and kindness
This weekend is Thanksgiving for us here in Canada. It sort of sneaks up on us with still warm days leaning into fall. We hang onto our (not politically correct anymore) Indian Summers with rays of late afternoon sun blinking through golden leaves as we pause and give thanks for the bounty of our lives. Continue reading
two chickens and a dancing flag lady
Sometimes ya just gotta dial it back and smile. Some things that made me smile this week were brought to me through social media channels, and I share: Continue reading
something I learned from her
There are things that stay with us. Words that matter and have meaning far beyond the moment they are spoken.
I was always a little intimidated by her quick wit; the ability and forthrightness as she said what was on her mind. In awe of her intelligence. In another sphere she could have been a doctor, lawyer, an author. As a cherished Grandmother and lover of Christmas, her days were full.
She let me know that contrary to what I was taught, it is ok to drink beer from a bottle. It’s ok to sit on the beach with the wind blowing our hair and laugh and drink beer as we sat huddled in down jackets determined to enjoy the frigid day at the beach.
She hugged me tight the last time I saw her and said “…we had a good run, Susie. We had a good run”.
She taught me to look at things I can’t change and be able to say “….we had a good run” while I step into tomorrow.
collecting Peggy-Sues?
Social media is such an intricate part of our lives that it’s hard to remember what we did with all the time we now spend checking status updates and posting whatever the flavour of the day is.
I maintain a presence on the professional network with groups and connections tied to the various aspects my professional life over the years and I was invited to connect with someone in the motivational speaking world. His profile was sparse, but looked ok; he had a picture of himself on a sailboat. We had no connections in common, but being anxious to expand the speaking aspect, I said ok. Immediately he responded by saying “I like your picture. Send more. Send lots.” (Insert heavy breathing here) Ah……. delete that connection immediately.
My social network presence is relatively small and private and I like it that way. Still, I get friend requests like I got from a guy I’d never heard of. No friends in common. I looked at his profile and the one post which was a picture of a nice looking guy. I looked at his friend list to see if we had anyone in common; as in how did he find me?
Mystery solved. Why, he was simply building up his list of Sues to go with his Margarets and Peggys. I guess he was now into Peggy Sues.
I declined. It wasn’t quite as creepy as the one I got from a guy collecting Susans. Yeah he had a long list of Susans. So weird…………
the thing about birthdays
The thing about birthdays is that they happen. If we’re lucky, we continue to mark the day of our birth over and over and over again. I relished the stages of celebrating my birthday…..well, until lately. Continue reading
holding time in my hand
I saw some super cute trendy watches in a store last week. They weren’t expensive and could be changed to match the outfit of the day like earrings are selected each morning. Continue reading
he plants trees and I grow artichokes
Every time we move to a new house I think to myself, “I should plant some trees; some apple or flowering plum or some such thing”. And then I don’t. Continue reading
the cedar chest
I’ve always just called it the cedar chest but I think it was meant to be a hope chest. The place where a woman gathers her linens and household items in preparation for marriage. Later to become the repository of baby books, dried faded roses and a maribou feather stole worn to prom some fifty years ago. Continue reading
what wearing saddle shoes taught me about a new job
As a junior high school kid in Oregon in the 60’s…yes, I wore saddle shoes. We were cool in saddle shoes and knee socks and plaid kilts. Continue reading
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