I thought that my husband must have brought in the wrong newspaper this morning, because it looked, well, normal. There were a few headlines about government spending and a side column about some new medical study, you know the usual stuff. What amazed me was there was nothing in the paper about the latest assault […]
Someone posted to my FB wall another post from Buzzfeed.com. It’s about 13 skills that are fading from our world. The post is entitled 13 skills your grandparents had that you don’t. I know that you have tons of skills that your grandparents didn’t have and you could easily replace these 13 with at least 13,
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
