The Ice Age Cometh
Bitter. Resentful. I just want to cry. These are words and phrases used in conversations with friends, acquaintances and total strangers when talking about Toronto’s weather in the past couple weeks. Because it’s cold. Really, really cold. 470 degrees (at least) below average for this time of year. But why would October be any different?…
Happy-Go-Lucky
I remember watching the Oscars last year and being really confused about the nomination for best actress for a movie called Happy-Go-Lucky that I’d never even heard of. Put it on my mental to-rent list, but very low down as the clip they showed during the Academy Awards looked kind of… well. Stupid? But when…
Thanks Giving
It has ripples, this thing. This exhibit. This fulfilling of a dream I thought was just a dream, something to wish for, think about, but never realize. A dream, a fancy, not an achievable goal. And besides the mindboggle of holycrapIhaveanexhibit!, there’s something more, a deeper awe. Because as Dawn said when I told her…
Great Expectations
Not surprisingly, I’ve been thinking of dreams and how to make them a reality and I wrote some of those thoughts down for this week’s HealthCentral post: “Be kind to yourself, we say. Work within your limits, we say. Accommodate your illness. Don’t push yourself too hard. Sometimes, it sounds as if now that you…
Bonfire Planned, Bring Your Own Kindling
And she’s off on a rant again…. In Monday evening when I was vaguely skimming the paper, seeing what had happened during my four-day absence from anything not exhibit-related (I still giggle when placing em and an exhibit in the same sentence – bear with me for a bit longer, okay?), I came upon this…
You’re All Invited
An Exhibit of PhotographsFrom a Wheelchair Perspective Yorkville Public Library22 Yorkville Avenue (Yonge & Bloor)October 5-31, 2009 This was supposed to happen in December, but on Wednesday night (September 30 and the reason I’m mentioning the date is coming up in a second) they called me and said renovations have been scheduled for December, so…
Playing Nice
There I was, about a week ago, watching the words “yes, I know that’s not nice, but neither was his narration” show up on my monitor. I was writing about narrators and audio books and what a difference it makes to have a good match between the material and the voice, using a particular example…
The R-Word
Me? Superstitious? Nahhh… (knock wood): “‘Are you in remission?’ I cannot answer. My throat is closed, the words caught somewhere deep within. I can’t even answer the question in writing, instead starting the sentence and then deleting, starting another one, phrased slightly differently and delete that, too, before I even get to the part about…
What A Difference A Voice Makes
Before I get going, I need to say how much I’ve enjoyed the comment section of my last post. There were quite a few groans and I almost spurted tea on my keyboard more than once – absolutely made my day(s)! And now to something completely different… There’s a handful of authors who I’ll read…
Being A Wuss: A Political Act?
The other day, in response to someone’s inquiry of how I was, I found myself prattling on about the details of my pain levels and I realized that I often do this with people who knew me well and with whom I speak often. And it’s been nagging at me a bit and making me…
Too Far. Just Too, Too Far
I’d planned to write about something else today, but got majorly sidetracked by a fit of apoplexy. I’m on a couple of email lists and one of the members is an older gentleman, quite conservative, who delights in sending really awful jokes (that are often so awful that they’re very funny) and sometimes, he sends…
Autobiographical Book Collection
One of Laurie’s recent posts was a transfer meme from Facebook in which you list 15 books that’ll always stick with you and in a grand gesture, she tagged everyone who read it. And it made me think about the books I have left on my shelves. For years now, miscellaneous neck issues have prevented…