I knew in the millisecond of that little leap that this wasn’t going to go well and heard the confirming crunch as I came down on my right ankle.
Driving home along the lake with my friends Di and Cath. It’s 7 a.m. or so and we’ve been at an all-night beach party.
A car passes in the other direction.
That was my Dad! I shriek.
Should you find yourself in charge of a never-before- performed activity, herewith, on the job learning under the tutelage of a nervous Mr WI64. A guide to how shave a man.
When things went whacky, this is how friends responded.
So here I am in Ottawa. In an ice storm. With two wee boys.
Thanks to our flat screen TV and Apple TV box, we have discovered there is life beyond Netflix and Acorn. There is YouTube. Good old, ordinary YouTube provides regular access to our latest indulgence: ancestral searches of the somewhat famous. We discovered the UK version of Who Do You Think You Are by accident (try…
It’s my birthday tomorrow, which means two things:
1. It’s been exactly one year since I awoke thinking holy smoke, it’s now or never to put that domain name I bought when I was 62 to work.
1. The name of this blog has now passed from reality to wistful and symbolic. Oh, well.
This is Drake. He’s been my hairdresser for eight years and one day. Precisely. I’d tell you how I found him, but the truth is, Drake found me and we’ve stuck by each other ever since. St. Patrick’s Day 2010. MrWI64 and I went to a 7 p.m. movie and then crossed the street to…
MrWI64 arrived at the property in the hinterland to find a shattered living room window and a dead hawk behind his recliner
With a birthday looming that will make the title of this site moot – When I’m 64 forever! – I gave myself a little test. Then I gave myself another and another … and now I’m depressed. Short backstory: for the past five years I’ve participated in a nationwide study that is marking my decay….