I found this link for 7 stay at home jobs on mashable.com I sent the one about grant filer to my sister, who is looking for a way to supplement her pension, now that she has recently retired. My sister has three children, all half Inuit and eligible for government grants because they are still […]
I attended my first political demonstration last Wednesday. I know, why did it take me so long. Over the years there have been lots of opportunities for me to get out and show my support for one side or another. There have been wars to protest, environmental activities to support and much more. I guess
I am obviously a type B personality who has accidently subscribed to a few Type A blogs. Every once in a while I read a post that is so foreign to my world and my way of thinking that I have to share my comments on it – just to put things into perspective. Here
My sister was between jobs this summer and spent a lot of time on Ancestry.ca opening closet doors. Yes, I know that the more familiar term is, “looking up the family tree.” But in our family, you never knew who was going to fall out of the tree or leap out of the closet. We
I rarely do the wine buying in the house. My husband usually enjoys shopping, so he goes to the various stores – grocery, liquor, beer etc. Yes this is Ontario – the one Presbyterian stronghold left in Canada. We have separate licensed outlets for both liquor and beer and if the government thought that they
Things can get a little macabre from time to time in my world. Here’s an example. I happened to be at a gathering of knitting designers today and we started talking about, of all things, our remains. It happens that designers, like artists, have a body of work, which they have accumulated over time. The
Remembrance Day always makes me a little sad. Maybe it’s survivor’s guilt – my father returned or maybe it’s just the frustration that there has to be war at all. I am also saddened by the fact that Toronto’s mayor, Rob Ford, will speak at the cenotaph for the ceremony at 11:00am today. This is
I must stop this cleaning frenzy I’m in. I swear that as soon as the bucket and cleaning rags come out, the writing muse makes a bee-line for the back door and leaves until the dust settles or is mopped up or something. I did it again yesterday. I decided that the fuzz on the
I live in a two story house. Since neither my husband nor I like heights and since I didn’t want to endanger the lives and limbs of my kids, we use a cleaning service, once or twice a year, to clean the windows. Yesterday their office called with a reasonable quote to clean the windows,
I think that I suffer from “muse swings” as opposed to “mood swings.” I may have mood swings as well, but I too often swing between having no ideas for a post and having too many ideas for just one post. Today I have too many, so here is a list, which you are welcome
