A long time ago, before I had kids, I had a lot more time on my hands (and a bit more money) to devote to my hobbies. Back when I met my husband, 20+ years ago, we were both deeply into 1960s music. I went to memorabilia shows and bought vintage collectibles related to my favourite classic bands, the Beatles and the Monkees.
Here is most of my collection – trading cards, magazines, postage stamps, buttons, cake toppers, a record case, etc. My favourites are the adorable Monkees finger puppets. (There was no Peter Tork puppet, since he’d left the band by then; I ended up with two Mickys since one of them had boots and the other had a complete necklace.) Eventually, I put everything in a box and stashed it in my closet. I sort of forgot about it until recently. I probably won’t add any more to it, but I still think it’s groovy.
Do you have a favourite collection, from the past or present?
Today is my dad’s 79th birthday. He’s almost and octogenarian, but I certainly don’t think of him as elderly. He still has that sharp physicist’s mind and he hasn’t slowed down – he hikes, canoes and camps in the summer and skis in the winter, and he goes to the local climbing gym every week. He looks after my kids often and bounces on the backyard trampoline with them. He’s all kinds of amazing.
Dad’s birthday is on St. Patrick’s Day, so when I was a kid, we would usually make him a green birthday cake. My sister and I would cut out leprechauns, tape them to metal skewers and use them as cake decorations. Here’s a photo from about 1975. I’m the cutie on the right.
All these years later, I’m so blessed to still have my wonderful dad around to talk to or see just about every day. Hope your birthday is awesome, Dad! You’re the best.
Today is Family Day here in Ontario. Family Day takes place on the third Monday of February. It’s also observed in New Brunswick, Alberta, Saskatchewan and British Columbia; it’s called Islander Day in PEI, Louis Riel Day in Manitoba, and Nova Scotia Heritage Day in (you guessed it) Nova Scotia. Most of us in the private sector get the day off, but federal workers don’t. Banks and most stores are closed.
It’s a fairly new holiday. It all started in 1990 in Alberta, when Premier Don Getty created a February holiday so Albertans could spend time with their families. The date was chosen to coincide with Washington’s Birthday, to avoid disrupting trade with the United States. Over the years, other provinces adopted the holiday – often as a campaign promise at election time, as happened in Ontario in 2008.
Before that, there was no public holiday between New Year’s Day and Good Friday, which was a mighty long three-month gap filled with a whole lot of winter. The real value of Family Day is that it gives us something to look forward to at the point in the season when we’re fed up with the snow and cold and aren’t sure we can take much more.
If the weather cooperates, a good use of the day off is to enjoy winter activities with your family, such as skating, skiing, sledding or snowman building. If you find it too cold to hang around outside, museums and art galleries are open. Or just putting on a fire and playing board games with the kids sounds good to me!
If today is a holiday where you live, what will you be doing?
It’s a brand new year, a time when people traditionally make resolutions to do things better. But how many people actually keep their resolutions? It’s too easy to slip back into old habits. And maybe January isn’t the best time to try, for instance, cutting back on junk food – especially up here in Canada, where, let’s face it, it takes a lot of chocolate to get through the three months of frigid weather, windshield scraping and snow shoveling ahead!
For me, the key to reaching my goals is small steps. Large goals like “lose ten pounds” or “write a novel in three months” are too much. I break my goals into manageable chucks, write them down and consult my list as I go. I might only be able to write two chapters of my novel per month, but if I keep that modest target in mind, by the end of the year I’ll have a completed manuscript. Since I have so little free time during the week and have to make up for it on weekends, it helps to break those days into hours and plan what I need to get done. I don’t usually achieve everything on my list, and I beat myself up when tasks are left over at the end of the day (or week).
I suppose my New Year’s resolution should be to sit back and look at my list of accomplishments, small as they may be, and give myself a pat on the back for doing the best I can.
May 2019 bring you peace, happiness and wonderful surprises.
Here’s why. Friday evening, I was carrying a load of laundry down the stairs when I slipped and landed hard on my bottom. I felt the impact travel up my spine to the base of my skull. After sitting on the step, whimpering in shock and pain for a minute or so, I got up and carried on. But I suppose my body isn’t as resilient as it used to be. I woke up Saturday with an aching neck and shoulders. Still, I didn’t want it to slow me down. I went with my family to a Christmas bazaar at our local Orthodox church, but before long I felt dizzy and had to sit down for a while. (Those Russian ladies were so friendly and sweet, offering me tea and asking if I needed anything.) Thankfully, the dizziness went away, and I decided what I really needed was rest.
When I got home, I curled up and watched Bridget Jones’s Baby. (Funny movie! I recommend it.) I’m not used to sitting around on weekends and I can’t really relax. I hate not being productive and knowing I’m falling behind in my to-do list. I had shopping, cleaning and baking to do, as well as editing for clients and a bit of research and writing for myself. I had trouble sleeping and ended up watching Iron Man in the middle of the night (not quite the right thing for putting you to sleep, I’ll admit).
So I slept in way too late on Sunday, putting me even further behind in everything, but I was still too sore, stiff and tired to accomplish a lot. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few days. Who knew that falling on your rump could be such a pain in the neck! So that’s why I have no time for blogging today.
Oh, wait, look at that – I blogged!
My kids love dressing up for Halloween. I must admit that I do too, especially when Halloween falls on a weekday and people come to the office (my day job) dressed up in all sorts of elaborate and imaginative costumes. There are many great ready-made costumes available, but I find it a fun and satisfying challenge to put together a costume from scratch (and pay a lot less for it).
This year’s costume has been months in the making. Back in the spring, I came home after a haircut and my daughter told me I looked like a certain character from one of the TV shows she watches. (Hint: I have bobbed brown hair and glasses.) So I decided right then that I should dress as this character for Halloween.
Every time I went to Value Village over the spring and summer, I searched for the required pieces to the costume. I first found the red shoes ($6.50) and then the red pleated skirt ($10). It took some time to find the perfect orange turtleneck sweater, and I was thrilled when I finally spotted it among the fall arrivals in September ($4). It’s surprisingly difficult to find orange knee socks, but they had some at Party Mart in their Halloween section ($6). Add a large magnifying glass (borrowed from the kids), and I’m all done.
Can you guess who I’ll be for Halloween?
How about you?
I hardly slept last night. Wind howling outside and ice pellets pounding my bedroom window kept me awake. Not to mention the ice-laden hedges beside the house scraping against the siding. The racket at the front of the house, outside the kids’ rooms, had me half-convinced a tornado was tearing off the shutters (although they appear intact). I don’t know how they slept through it.
By morning, a thick layer of ice covered everything—the lawn, the trees, our van, and even some of the windows that had been pelted with freezing rain. The deck chairs were dripping with icicles. By mid-morning, the freezing rain turned to regular rain as the temperature rose. As I write, we can hear sheets of ice slipping from rooftops and cashing to the ground—a sound unnervingly like an explosion.
Up here in Ottawa, there’s no sign of spring at the moment. Last week’s melt was only a tease. I feel lucky, though, to be spared yesterday’s mega ice storm that swept through Southern Ontario, leaving thousands without power and causing hundreds of vehicle collisions.
I live in hope that within a couple of weeks, a real spring will finally arrive!