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.
A laywoman’s guide to shaving
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.
Response of the angel community
When things went whacky, this is how friends responded.
Two boys and an ice storm
So here I am in Ottawa. In an ice storm. With two wee boys.
Where do we come from: have you taken the test?
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…
A year of When I’m 64
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.
How my hairdresser found me
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…
A hawk of a story
MrWI64 arrived at the property in the hinterland to find a shattered living room window and a dead hawk behind his recliner
How to train your brain. There’s an app for that.
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….
Sourdough is a mother
Before I begin my sorry sourdough tale, I should correct any illusion that this is a cooking/baking site. It’s a whatever-pops-into-my-head-this week site and for the last few weeks, it’s been popping with sourdough.
