Yesterday after work, I drove my son to the local driving school to register him for driving lessons, at least for the initial theory lessons. Once those are completed, he has to take a bit of a detour (pun intended) to the Constance-Lethbridge Rehabilitation Centre due to his diagnosis of developmental coordination disorder. As we …
Being East Indian, my dad is wont to leave out prepositions when he speaks. He is also low vision now, no longer able to drive and depending on his recently purchased CCTV machine to decipher bills and financial statements. The other day my mother and I were emptying the fridge of expired food items, dumping …
Today is the first day of a new writing challenge: 150 words a day over the next month. Remember Weebles from back in the 70s? « Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. » Today the therapist I’ve been seeing for my hip problem described my gait as « weebling » and suggested that the …
Every once in a while, I check out LinkedIn to see what’s out there in the job market. I’m still waiting for my dream job that will combine stacking books and removing foam from lattes. Instead of exciting job offers, however, there was a private message from someone who seems to think I need a …
My husband just asked why I was watching Herman Munster videos on YouTube. Truthfully, I was looking for one of Herman’s epic foot stomping scenes to validate that Sunday before Monday feeling of not wanting to go to work tomorrow. “I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna!” A sore hip has put a …
I convinced Ian that we should dress up as murderers this Halloween. Who knew a costume could be so easy? “And if your eyebrow goes straight across your head, you will most likely become a murderer.” “Oh, my God!” someone shrieked, touching their face.” — Elaine McCluskey, The Most Heartless Town in Canada For some …
It’s my dad’s 89th birthday today. Since the first time he nearly died during cardiac surgery, eleven years ago to the day, my dad has set his sights on making it to 90. A natural extrovert and party-man (his idea of a good time is making sure his guests practice the deadly sin of gluttony), …
This past Friday, our health unit dispatched two teams to a local senior’s residence in crisis to help with medications and COVID-19 testing. I was paired with an auxiliary nurse I hadn’t worked with before, a tall and elegant Roshumba Williams type. We met in the lobby of the residence and practiced vigorous hand hygiene …
January 2nd, 2020. The public health care system I work for requires me to write it in this format: year/month/day. I purposely did not post resolutions yesterday. Been there, done that. Besides, they don’t really work and leave us feeling less than. Life is too short. At some point yesterday evening, I found myself eating …
Sometimes I feel like an imposter in my own life. This evening, my rockstar husband and I are playing a gig at our beloved Mariposa Cafe to raise money for the St. James Drop-In Centre, a wonderful community resource that supports members who are coping with homelessness, addiction and mental health issues. Our friend, Antonella, …
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