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.

8-minute green curry – it’s Thai night

Last night was Thai night at our house. Two dishes were on the menu: Thai green curry with prawns and gai pad king – flash done tofu, ginger, and veggies. Mr WI64 and I met both these 25 years ago when we happened on a little hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant in downtown Victoria. We loved everything…

A gentleman’s primer to facials

I went for a facial this week. Who doesn’t love a facial? All that creaming and smoothing and massaging. Before I left, MrWI64 told me I deserved this. Which was nice. Then he said, “you’re going to look and feel beautiful.” Also nice but wildly inaccurate. Women know this. So in that vain and what…

Welcome to my focus group

Dear friends; I’ve been thinking. Should I be doing something more with this space? I’ve been writing here for 10 months now. I started on a birthday eve and, just so you know, even when the name no longer applies specifically to me, I think I’ll keep it. When I’m 64 forever. Think of it…

100 phone calls for 100 years

Do you know 100 people? Sure you do. Do you know 100 people who would happily pick up the phone and call you to chat about old times? Not sure that I do. But imagine you’re 99 and the last living person of your group of friends and peers. What then? How many people will…

When a wee hours call means tsunami

The phone rang at 4 a.m. This could only mean one of two things: Bad news. Don’t answer it. A ‘computer repair’ scam call from a far away time zone. Don’t answer it. I answered. It was my pal Pauline calling from Hawaii. Had we heard about the Alaska earthquake and the resulting tsunami warning?…