If you were to ask me one of my greatest fears – apart from the obvious of anything threatening the wellness or safety of those I love . . . and heights – I’d tell you it’s being boring. I have a pathetic attention span. I know it. MrWI64 knows it. I’ve lost you, he’ll…
The biggest event of my first nine years
There was a baby in the world to whom I could share the lessons of my nine years, could play with and show off around the neighbourhood. I could play house with a real baby!
We’re still together. April Fools.
He and I were the most unlikely of couples and I’ve no doubt friends and family were putting odds on how long we would last.
60 years ago today
I went deep into Mom’s cedar chest this week and there, below newspaper clippings, letters and family portraits, I foun
Fritz Perls, cigarettes, and the summer of ’69
I was vacuuming today in my Cinderella life when I got to thinking about the Lakeside Motel where I spent part of a summer perfecting my smoking skills while working as a chambermaid. I’d ride my new 10-speed out to the Lakeside wearing cutoff jean shorts my dad had confiscated and I’d found. Every day…
My pandemic birthday
A young man I’m fond of turned 10 last week. It was a weird birthday by most standards: just back from the States he, his sister and mom were in isolation and mom was sick. She rallied to lay on a favourite meal but there was no party, no noisy gathering of little boys in…
Pandemic hair and a socially distant reality
I need a haircut. I’m a couple weeks away from taking things in my own hands with sewing shears and I figure grey roots will have made an appearance by then too. But a seat in my beloved Drake’s styling chair is a metre too close for us both in a social distancing era. This…
Rogue underwear and food theft: raising Herbert
So here’s a question: how do you get Imperial cheese out of the carpet? You know the stuff. Sharp. Orange. Spreadable. Comes in a red tub and is meant for Christmas entertaining. Mr WI64 gave it a sneaky test taste this morning, left the plastic tub on the counter and now the tub has tooth…
My kitchen reveal
You convinced me; each of you who wrote following my kitchen reno post saying, essentially, what are you thinking? a kitchen reno without a dishwasher? you need to rethink this. But dishwashing is a writing zone for me. Hands in water, mind running to ideas that would not have otherwise found me. Find another muse,…
My week of neck salvage
(Note: This post will be of zero interest to men. Trust me. Zero.) I don’t do much reflection gazing these days because I’m always a little surprised by what I see. Mom! How did you get there? So I must’ve looked like fresh meat last month when I found myself ensnared in the clutches of…
When I'm 64 