I’ve often read about the importance of giving gratitude to balance your psyche and give perspective. So today, I’m expressing gratitude for friends who have it together and know how to organize. Cabinet maker Tom comes today. The kitchen reno starts tonight. Everything must go. I’ve been dunging the place out all week and passersby…
A couple generations have bemoaned my lack of a dishwasher.
Happy birthday. I’d been saving for your education, but decided this would be a better time (a fair assumption given I kept skipping final exams to take summer jobs on newspapers). No Pollyanna, my mother was all realist.
I don’t think changing the world should fall to children.
When she was three I watched from a viewing platform as she leapt into the deep end of a pool during a swimming lesson. She came up coughing and blubbing and ready to jump again.
It was a metaphor for her life as she makes a difference in this world in ways I can barely comprehend.
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.