You Got the Stuff

Just because I’m almost a senior citizen (this September) doesn’t mean I have to like all the idiocy that goes along with that moniker. I’m talking about cleaning house, down-sizing, getting rid of our furnishings and decorative pieces, moving into a senior residence – argh, no way that last one is happening any time soon.  

http---a.amz.mshcdn.com-wp-content-uploads-2015-05-Jane-1As for now, I’m referring to getting rid of items I no longer need or want, which means my annual spring cleaning ritual. Since we recently moved back to Canada from the U.S., there’s much less to get rid of because we left a lot behind with the expectation of living in a smaller place. However, if you knew me well, you’d know it’s something I like to do regularly. Every year I comb through the house to see what I no longer want or need, sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less, then I pack it all up for donation to Goodwill Industries, The Salvation Army, and/or Dress for Success. Continue reading

Skinny Legs and All

th-3Leggings: spandex, lycra, latex, pleather, jeggings (stretch denim); shiny, printed, bedazzled. This trend has been bugging me for a while. I’m referring to the fashion craze that has become ubiquitous. It started benignly enough. Ballet dancers in color-coordinated tutus and tights; leotards to keep you warm on blustery winter days; part of a school uniform (our Catholic high school required flesh-17-celebrities-who-have-experienced-yoga-pants-fails-8
tone leotards, not a good look). They’re now being worn by everyone, it seems – on the street, in the work-place, in malls, at the theater; young or old, tall or short, plus-size or emaciated. Even men at the gym and on the street can be seen in “meggings” so we can see all their junk! These are leggings for men, in case you weren’t sure.
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Driving Miss Daisy Crazy

Toronto drivers are wackadoodle! That’s the official clinical term. For the record, I’m an “assertive” driver but nowhere near the level of lunacy around here. I learned to drive in Montreal, which is known for being fast and furious. When I was 15, my dad took me for driving lessons in his giant Chrysler, letting me circle around the lake at the summer cottage. 7370702228_251fd32435_bAs soon as I was 16, I signed up for lessons and got my license. Around the same time, Dad bought Mom a Toyota Corona. She didn’t like driving so guess who got to use that car. I drove to my college campus, around the hood, to the bars with my friends. Yes, it was a reckless time and the freedom was exhilarating. When I moved to Toronto in 1977, I noticed I drove more aggressively than Torontonians, which is probably why I got a few speeding tickets.
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Breaking Bad

Picture the scene: late winter Saturday evening. The company of good friends. Delicious Italian dinner. A breathtaking balletic move where I face-plant on the sidewalk! Splat! My husband and friends picking me up off the pavement. I’m dazed, have no idea what just happened, bleeding profusely from my nose but I’m worried about my new coat. Did I get any blood on it, I ask? They’re whisking me along, back to their apartment so they can assess the damage. I’m giggling and mumbling, asking them why am I bleeding?  

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Fifty Shades of Blogs

Building a blog is a bigger pain in the ass than I imagined it would be. Some years ago, a friend and I put together a BlogSpot blog for our book group. It was a bit finicky to customize but it was manageable. WordPress claims their “five-step checklist will get you set up and ready to publish” and “the process is easy to follow whether you are 20 years old or 60 years old.” Maybe that’s the problem! I’m not exactly 60 anymore, just a little past that inconceivable life milestone.  Continue reading