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...

Winter Blues, Blahs and, oh crap, winter is still 2 months away

I could probably forego the rest of the post and about half the people in Canada and northern United States would understand exactly what I’m talking about BUT: To read the entire post:  Click on the title Winter Blues, Blahs … etc. I have been living in the lower mainland of British Columbia for about ten years and I go through the winter blues, blahs and oh crap winter hasn’t even started yet every year.  Sometime in early to middle October the sun disappears and I want to disappear along with it. I go into a blue funk – something like what I’m going through right now. Let’s just call it the yukkies. Our swimming pool closed on September 25 – I had been swimming almost every day since I returned from Clinton, B.C....