It’s All Gravy: Thoughts on a Small Life
Updated December 20, 2022 There is no happiness. There is only moments of happiness – Portuguese saying (allegedly) For most of my life, the transition to a new year has been hard. Caught up in the hype of endings and beginnings, I’d invariably find fault with my life, usually some variant of waiting for my…
Wallowing in Joy
I love Christmas. It’s my favourite holiday and I can’t get enough of it. Which turned out to be a good thing. We always congregate at my mother’s on Christmas Eve, but this year, we got a call from the TinkParents early in the day to tell us that they’d had a case of not…
Glædelig Jul!
I had a plan. I even had a Schedule. Then there’s that thing about how doing something twice makes it tradition and in the past two years, I’ve done a special Christmas post (here and here), so naturally, somewhere in the past three days, I fully intended to write a thoughtful post about the joys…
That Might Explain It
The first order of business today is the result of last Wednesday’s contest. I got a ton of email, which I always enjoy (note to self: have contests more often!). There were answers, guesses and even made-up songs – Willowtree’s “Ain’t no trout about it” deserves honourable mention and Cindi’s (who may have a blog,…
More Questions Than Answers
I was talking to friend about euthanasia the other day – yes, I know, we have such uplifting talks ‘round here. We were in wholehearted agreement about the barbarism that is our ability to, when the end is inevitable and filled with suffering, help an animal to a dignified, painless end, but not do the…
Christmas Contest
Something I saw the other day made me laugh. And prompted thinking about a contest. It’s been a while since we’ve had a contest ‘round here. I briefly considered making A Schedule™ the prize, but am pretty sure it’s too close to the deadline for it to be of any use and then there’s that…
Out To Sea
I caught a song in the grocery store the other day. You know how it goes – there you are, somewhere between the pickles and the orange juice and the music you’ve so far largely ignored (due to the abominable selection) changes at first imperceptibly and then somehow, you find yourself humming without quite realizing…
I Oughta Be Ashamed
Three things have happened this week that have caused behaviour best described as unseemly, quite possibly shameful and which has significantly set back my personal growth. Thing #1: It may be somewhat of an understatement to say that I’m slightly competitive. I try – oh, lord, do I try – to control it, especially when…
Dancing Fool
I’ve loved to dance for as long as I can remember. When I was little, I’d dance on the Maslagan, disappearing into movement, convinced I was as graceful as the ballerinas I’d watch on TV with my mother and for a while, I alternated future career goals between dancer and fire fighter. That is, until…