Look in a Mirror

TO READ THE ENTIRE POST:  click on the title.   I live in a complex with about 500 – 600 other people and I know we can’t love or like all of them.  Some have become very dear friends and I’m VERY grateful for them.  Most get a hello or a hi and perhaps even a how are you doing.  There are some I tolerate and some that I don’t – having been bullied to the point of seeking legal advice on one occasion and having to listen to some antisemitic moron drone on and on about how bad the Jews are even after I told her “some of my best friends are Jewish – like my mother and my father.”  It went in one ear and other the other without a brain to stop it – but I digress.  Let me move on to last Friday pub night...

Never Too Old To Learn

To Read the entire post:  Click on the Title Never Too Old To Learn   February 9th (today) is MY personal special day.  No – it is not my birthday (February 11th) or a wedding anniversary (April 10th) but a day that changed my life. On February 9th, 1995 – exactly 22 years ago today – my life got flipped on its ear and gave me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. It has served me well. On that day I had been widowed about 2-1/2 years when the love of my life died of a heart attack (June 26, 1992) in a German campground. My friend Elaine Jamieson had suggested I start writing just to be able to put my jumbled thoughts down on paper. It sounded like a good idea and I had enrolled in a writing class. I continued to travel because I...

Not Tonight Honey … I’m NOT in the Mood

To read the whole story click on the Title:  Not Tonight Honey … A few years ago (around Christmas Time) Breakfast Television in Vancouver asked the question “What is the worst gift you have ever received.  I quickly sent in my response and it was featured “on air.” Yesterday I decided to write the whole story and here it is:  Read it and Weep   Not Tonight Honey … I’m NOT in the Mood We had been married over ten years and, there was no question about it, Paul was the love of my life. He knew me well and understood me. Despite all of our differences, or perhaps because of them, he loved me anyway. He didn’t lavish me with gifts but the ones he bought were always unique – sometimes for a special day – other times...

New Year’s Resolutions and why I hate them.

To read the entire post:  Click on the Title – New Year’s Resolutions   By 72 years old and counting I should know why I don’t make New Year’s resolutions – plain and simple – (1) they don’t work (2) they don’t last (3) you get so drunk you forget you made them … yada … yada … yada. So why bother making one – this year of all years – because I’m ready – for this one resolution anyway. And it stems from the fact that the dogs living in my building with kind and loving humans are better dressed then I am … and I do mean much better dressed.  They have hats and boots for winter. They have winter coats and jackets and sweaters when it’s cool to cold AND they...

How I Turned an Itty-Bitty Hobby into a Raging Addiction

To see the entire post:  Click on the Title:  How I Turned, yada, yada, yada I have been a crafter all my life. A couple of knitting years produced a sweater for every kid I knew and a few that I didn’t. During my needlepoint, petit point and crewel phase I covered my walls and those canvases are all still staring back at me forty years later despite having been in storage for ten years during the full-time RVing stage of my life. During that phase I took up beadwork because I was living in a home-on-wheels so small that, as my friends and family delicately put it “even the mice walk around hunchback” and they were not impressed that I could open and retrieve something from my refrigerator without getting out of bed. I created earrings,...

I Am Not a Hoarder

To read the entire post:  Click on the Title – I Am Not a Hoarder I am not a hoarder. No one walks into my apartment and wonders where they are going to sit. They have the choice of a 3-seater couch, a 2-seater love seat or an overstuffed matching chair for one normal sized or two skinny minnies. They can sit on one of 4 dining room chairs, 4 kitchen chairs and if I take the planter off the stool they can sit there as well. So – I’ll repeat – I am not a hoarder per se but … well let me put it this way … I am a keeper … a keeper of things that should have been trashed a long, long time ago. Example 1 Some time ago I received a picture in my Hotmail account inbox from a full-time RVing friend of mine. The picture was taken...

No More Mr. Nice Guy

As many of you know, it was exactly 2 months to the day that I went to downtown Vancouver to spend a day and a half with my Montreal niece Rhonda (who was visiting/working) … and frankly it has taken me this long to recover from the experience. Be honest now. When you think Canadian – don’t the words ‘nice’ and ‘polite’ immediately pop into your mind. My goodness, we even say I’m sorry when someone accidentally bumps into us – never blaming the clod who jostled us.  We Canadians are known for being the politest people on the face of the earth. I will now change that sentence from “are” to “were” the politest people on the face of the earth.  I’m here to set you all straight...