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
I am obviously running a bit behind these days. Last week I missed Tell A Story Day and this week I missed Look For Circles Day, Nov 2. The site Hollidayinsights.com listed it as an actual day to celebrate, so I didn’t make it up!! Now I know that there are people who happen to
I’m cheating. I don’t have an idea for a blog today, so I have popped along to Five-minute Fridays for their post topic. Again the idea is that you give yourself five minutes to write without editing and just enjoy the process!! Their topic today is “grace.” Here goes: I often say, as many have,
……..Last night we had carving of pumpkins. I have written a lot lately about poetry – sorry to be such a bore – but it is an escape, for me anyway. Lines from poems often roll around in my head or pop up when I’m about to write, which happened just now. The first line
Some how I missed the fact that October 27 was National Tell A Story Day. It is celebrated more in England and Scotland than in North America, but it sounds like a wonderful day. I’m not very good at making up stories. That being said, I am always making up stories about people I see in
