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…
Author: Gery Lemon
Journalist, communicator, and Canadian chronicler of life in the third act. Throw stuff in the air and see what lands.
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 