My name is not Blanche and I am not a character in a Tennessee Williams’ play. I’ll reserve comment on the author’s chosen name later. However, I am a person in need of help from time to time, because I struggle, as many of us do, to: 1. Pay the bills. 2. Do the right […]
The Winter of 2022 might just go down as the Winter from Hell. Well maybe I shouldn’t say Hell, because it’s warm there (or so I am told, I’ve never actually been) and should, as a result, melt everything. This Winter is definitely right up there with the Winter of 1970-71 where I distinctly remember
Finally a bird came to my feeder – a Chickadee. I was overjoyed. This was the feeder closest to the house, with the smallest number of suet balls – three. The other feeder, I had hung in a nearby Apple tree. It held six suet balls and a lot of hope. Well, within a day
….. Canada Geese particularly. I was in a suburban area of Toronto the other day, waiting for a friend, when I saw this parade of geese come over a rise on the west side of a busy north-south thoroughfare. They walked towards the road, stepped into traffic, waited for the cars to stop and then
Our writing word for today is “card.” It’s my suggestion, because last week was a week of “cards.” First my husband finally got a Presto card. Our local transit system, the TTC, is phasing out money and tokens in favour of electronic cards that you top-up on-line and then use to board trains and buses,
I enjoyed writing my blog on nicknames so much, that I decided to do another for all the names I had missed. Most of these names would be for places rather than people. Wikipedia lists more monikers than you will ever need in a lifetime, here. Of the ones listed, I am in awe of
I’m not what you would call a sport’s person. The only physical activity I do, apart from gardening, is biking. I don’t play, or even watch, tennis, golf, soccer, etc. and you would never catch me in a hockey arena. However, I do like baseball. To me it’s a sport, that’s more mental then physical.
I read an interesting article in the paper the other day, that became even more interesting when I realized that I had actually been “involved” in the situation over fifty years ago. Let me explain. The article was about a construction company digging up an old church parking lot and suddenly finding human remains, coffins,
Friday night we had “lighting of pumpkins.” Well, let’s say we tried to have lighting of pumpkins. I tried outside, at first. However, the wind blew out the matches and the candles every time. Plan B – light them inside and carry them outside. It worked except the rain put out a candle or two
I walk almost daily past the grave of William Lyon MacKenzie King. Who? Well, yes, he did die in 1950, so there are probably three generations, who never really knew him. For the record, he was the Prime Minister of Canada, when the Liberals were in power, which was on and off for almost thirty
