Last night, we had the pleasure of seeing the hobbits live in Halifax. But it wasn't really the hobbits, it was Billy Boyd, AKA Pippin, and Dominic Monaghan, AKA Merry, starring in Neptune Theatre's production of Tom Stoppard's play, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. And what a treat it was to see these seasoned actors in … Continue reading When The Hobbits Came To Halifax
Clickety-click, clickety-click. I watch my grandma’s needles knit. She arrived on a Tuesday with baggage galore, Planning to stay for a month or more. Her cases were full. In fact overflowing, With colourful yarns. Some of them glowing. There was neon and glitter and cotton and chunky And two balls for making a single … Continue reading Clickety-Click See Grandma Knit
I was still asleep when my phone tinged, binged, dinged with that annoying sound to alert me of a text message. It was from my orthodontist’s office to say that the office was closed due to the weather, and they would call to reschedule my appointment when they reopened. My appointment had been scheduled for … Continue reading The Evolution Of The Storm Stance
In October 1972 a chartered Uruguayan plane carrying a group of rugby players, family, friends and coaches, 40 people in total, crashed in the Andes Mountains. The plane broke in two, the wings broke off, seats flew everywhere as the body of the plane careened down a slope tearing a lot of the floor to … Continue reading What Would You Do To Survive?
Da da da da-da-da. Da da da da-da-da. Da da-da-da, da da-da-da. Dum-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da... Who knew such a simple melody could make a person so happy? Or at least make me so happy. After about three years, on and off, of lessons and practice, I have made it to page 107 of the Alfred's Basic … Continue reading Da da da da-da-da
While contemplating taking down the Christmas ornaments, she hesitated. Just like yesterday. Usually all the holiday stuff, what little goes out these days, is put away by now. A January first task, designed to put everything back to normal and move forward. Hesitating isn't her norm. Plowing forward is. But this year she wanted time … Continue reading January Hesitations
He stood in our front hall, smiling from ear to ear and almost quivering with excitement. There wasn't a nervous bone in his body. He had taken great care choosing his outfit. The same way anyone else who was preparing for a job interview would. Gold lamé pants from a golden knight costume that I … Continue reading When JT Asked Santa For A Job
I rolled out of bed just before nine o’clock and padded, well actually flip flopped, my way to the bathroom where I glanced out the window to see a skim of ice on the lake. It won’t last this time due to an impending warm spell, but a girl can dream, and it brings me … Continue reading One Day In December
I was talking to the potatoes in the kitchen. This is not unusual as I have a habit of talking to most inanimate objects I encounter. These particular potatoes were being peeled and cut so I could parboil them before roasting them to go with a nice roast of pork. Credit goes to my late … Continue reading Talking To Potatoes
It's been a while since I published a pissed-off post. The last one was sometime in July. This bitch's life has been very busy but not very bitchy lately. But, consider it a big but, there are a couple of things that have irked me in recent weeks that are worth noting. The first one … Continue reading The Pissed-Off Post
The other day my son asked a question that most adult children wouldn't dare to ask. JT is not like most adult children. It was at breakfast. The three of us were enjoying bagel eggs, our go-to breakfast sandwich. Bagels broiled with melted cheese on one side and butter on the other then sandwiched with … Continue reading Sleeping Arrangements
For the past few years Sullivan's Pond in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia has become a beautiful display of remembrance. The bridge and fence is decorated with poppies made by residents, family and volunteers of the Oakwood Terrace Nursing Home. The poppies are knitted, crocheted and hand sewn from felt and displayed for the week leading up … Continue reading Remembering At Sullivan’s Pond
Tim, my youngest brother, arrived on the last day of July 1962. Only eleven months after my sister. My mother let it slip that he was unplanned so we, as siblings do, teased him about being an oops. My mother also, possibly unwisely, mentioned that she once owned a dog named Tim several years earlier. … Continue reading About Tim
The Old Guy Today marks three weeks since the old guy had knee replacement surgery. It is surprising what the body can do in a three-week period. By the end of the first week he had become comfortable with stairs, and we moved him back to the main floor where he took up residence in … Continue reading Old Guy Update, Sleep and Hilarity
Is that possible? It certainly feels like it is possible. Is it one of those allergies that develops over time, after a long exposure? After all, I have been having to cook for what seems like forever. Since about 1969 after I turned twelve and my working mother could no longer find someone to do … Continue reading I Think I Am Allergic To My Kitchen
Still Bitchy After 60 Blog 