I have decided to do a month of daily blog entries, each a minimum of 150 words. The reasoning for the word limit is twofold: 1. To not place too much pressure on my low-libido creativity. 2. To lower expectations of the reader. Visiting my mother at her senior’s residence this past weekend, I quizzed …
My dang fridge won’t die. I’ve had this Amana fridge since I first moved out of my parents’ house in 1988. At the time, I paid $400 each for four appliances that came with the flat: fridge, stove, washer and drier. To my knowledge, the only appliance of that set to actually conk out over …
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 …
I had a dream last night that came back to me like a jolt halfway through my first cup of coffee this morning. Like many people, I find it nearly impossible to remember my dreams and the ones I do recall are those that have been rudely interrupted by either my alarm clock or the …
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 …
Today, a client of mine with neurological deficits affecting her balance and coordination reiterated her need for exercises to improve her balance. She pulled out a publication for seniors, L’âge d’or (The Golden Age), and showed me a page she had dog-eared: a grey-haired senior stretching her quads in the standing position, one hand on …
I’ve received two weird facebook comments in as many days from random people asking me to add them as friends. The most recent one was in response to a YouTube video link of a cover my husband and I recorded, from some dude named Ericus Mandy: « i need to listen to this song, i …
My husband and I tried this exercise where each of us would contribute a line in an effort to write a story. We did it twice and ended both stories when it was obvious they had died a natural death. 🙄 Story #1 I don’t know why the number 12 just popped into my mind. …
I was in the middle of writing a rant about motivation, or lack thereof, when a good friend, who also happens to be a brilliant scientist, wrote to ask how my retina repair was healing. The repair was done on November 25th for: ten tears and a retinal detachment, macula on. The latter means that …
A fellow introvert and I have been reflecting on the consequences of our introversion of late. We ponder, have our rigorous efforts to maintain our solitude so that we can read our books undisturbed and avoid small talk at all costs prevented us from having a valid social network? Are we destined in retirement to …
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