I dropped by to see my mum this morning. She was walking through the hallways of the residence with her walker, to her physiotherapist-daughter’s great approval. She greeted me in a booming voice which I interpreted as her being delighted to see me and continued to speak very animatedly, our conversation travelling along parallel lines, …
I had a new client this morning with a history of falls. His wife’s goal was for him to participate in an exercise program facilitated by me. Unfortunately, the client had zero interest in this. He also pshawed all the fall prevention recommendations I gave him including switching out his pantoufles de grand-mère, aka an …
My husband just announced, « Dick Van Dyke turned one hundred. », and I’m like, « What, again?». It seems like I have been hearing about this milestone birthday forever. It turns out today is his actual birthday. Now that we have all arrived, can we please move on to Dick turning 101? I’ll be honest, his pathological …
When I was younger I was easily influenced by other people’s sense of what would suit me better than my own sense of style. Sometime in 1994, my fashionable older friend convinced me that all I needed to do in order to generate more interest from the opposite sex was to part my hair on …
When I was in my late 20s, I befriended a woman in her early 40s who was in my aerobics class at the gym I frequented at the time. I noticed her because of her perfect posture, postural alignment being something we physios can’t help but observe. When she jumped in class, it was a …
I took my 89 year mother to the dental hygienist today, anticipating some kind of fall-out, considering recommendations made last visit have not been followed. My mother has dementia and Parkinson’s disease and has been living in a private residence for the past two years plus eight months. As for her cognitive status, I would …
My husband and I have our fair share of significant dates: there was the facebook friend invite, the first time we met in person, the day we officially announced we were a couple and the culmination of all of these anniversaries, our wedding day. Twelve years ago to the day, we met in person for …
It was exactly a year ago today that I stopped dying my roots and I have five inches of silvery growth to show for it. It’s been a trip. Honestly, making the decision wasn’t the hardest part. It was a combination of reasons really: my hairdresser of 30 plus years was retiring, my brown roots …
When my hairdresser of more than thirty years announced her retirement earlier this year, my heart sank. Who would console my hair woes now? What I loved most about Lou, apart from her professionalism and great sense of humour (she once nicknamed my hair « the planet ») was her pragmatism and consistency. She listened …
A couple of weeks ago, I bought my low-vision dad a box of 36 black Sharpie pens for Father’s Day. Strategically, I put a couple of them in each room of the house (sometimes multiple placements per room) where he was likely to want to write something down, sort of like when you hide foil …
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