Slices of life past and present. Some bitchy, some not.
I change my outfit three times. I'm not sure what to wear. Something slimming always because she is not one who held respect for women she calls "big girls." I don't know why I still worry about her opinion but I do. She once called my sister fat while fitting her wedding dress. I put … Continue reading Insecurities
It all started with the wind spinner… No wait a minute, that’s not right. It all started with several piles of goose crap on the beach where we launch the kayaks. But if you want to go further back than that, it actually started when a small flock of beautiful, majestic, but very shitty Canadian … Continue reading Stella, Finn, Oscar and The Wind Spinner
OR... How To Not Spend Three Plus Hours A Day On Your Blog WordPress has informed The Lazy Bitch that this week marks her blogiversary. For three years she has been tossing her stuff out into the blogosphere as an exercise in creative writing or as rants to get all the crap that can keep … Continue reading The Lazy Bitch’s Guide To Blogging
It was after eight this morning when I crawled out of bed, glanced out the window and saw the lake. I don't know why I didn't feel like crawling back into bed like I had for most of this week. The desire to close my eyes once again and greet the morning slowly is normal … Continue reading Changing Plans
At the breakfast table I looked out at the misty morning, popped a prescription Naproxen and washed it down with my orange juice while waiting for my Cheerios to get soggy. I don't like soggy Cheerios. Nor do I like taking medication and resent this Naproxen more than you could know. Nevertheless, it is what … Continue reading The Soggy Cheerios Biting Wood Adventure
When she is dormant, life is calmer. There is less dropping of things and breaking of things and running into things. Multitasking, always a challenge, is much easier. Instructions and processes get carried out correctly or almost correctly. But when that bitchy ditz makes an appearance, things can get crazy and my lack of focus … Continue reading When The Ditz Rears Her Unfocused Head
For me, one of the most fascinating stories to appear in the news recently is the discovery to the wreck of the Endurance in Antarctica. The Endurance belonged to explorer Ernest Shackleton. He and his crew of 27 were stranded after the ship became trapped and then crushed by the ice in 1915. The pictures … Continue reading Endurance
Mayhem isn't the exact word. It may denote expectations of violence and chaos; but writers love alliteration (Wow I was so far off trying to spell that word–thank you again Siri). And I, who, these days, sometimes pretends to be a writer because I no longer have focus or take myself that serious, love to … Continue reading Mayhem, Mold, Mice and Music
There are stories, and then there are STORIES. The difference is that, although both can provide interest and entertainment, it is a STORY that will stay with me long after I finish reading it. STORIES like Anne of Green Gables, by Lucy Maud Montgomery, which I read when I was a kid; Sophie's Choice, by William Styron, … Continue reading STORIES That Stay
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. It was happening, but silent. Hidden in walls. If only the walls could talk. Then they cold have mentioned there was an issue, and we could have avoided the aftermath. But woefully, we do not have talking walls. Instead it was a brown spot on the hardwood floor and some … Continue reading Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip!
Well it wasn't really a carpet it was a rug, and not even a room size rug. And it wasn't really a coupon, it was an email promotion. But it really was a sloppy Canadian because this particular sloppy Canadian is always involved in these type of stories. It all started a few days before … Continue reading The Story of a Carpet, a Coupon and a Sloppy Canadian
By the time we all reach my current age of 64, most of us have received a great many Christmas gifts over the years. From the play dishes sets as little girls to the cap guns as little boys. (Boy I would have liked a cap gun when I was a kid. The dishes didn't … Continue reading Memorable Gifts
I had felt old for a long time, like a housekeeper, like a working mother; but my body lagged behind. By fourteen, my best friend, had blossomed into a medium-sized-woman while I was still stuck in the children’s pages of the Sears Catalogue. Girls size 12 to be exact and just beginning to outgrow the … Continue reading Late Blooming
It was after 9:30 when I rolled out of bed this morning with big plans. The Doc is away so I am on my own for Halloween. This is not unusual because Halloween often coincides with the beginning of hunting season and a trip to the big boy's camp in northern Ontario. Today, the plan … Continue reading Halloween And Other Diversions
News story October 2, 2021: Abortion rights advocates march across U.S. to protest restrictive laws. Solidarity marches held in Canada. Read it here. I felt it was time to share this story. It has never been a secret and is not something I am ashamed of. It is my story and it is just as … Continue reading My Body My Choice My Story
Still Bitchy After 60 Blog 