The heat, the humidity, or how big can my hair get?


I’m at the end of my tether. It’s so humid here every bit of my furniture is soggy. The boxes I’ve already packed for my move are looking saggy. And the cat is three times his normal size. I love the Maritimes. I love the smell of the sea, the ships going by, the feel…

Seagulls, or perhaps the odd man out


There’s a seagull who flies by my balcony every morning that has a broken tail - her tail feathers stand straight up, like a mast on a seagull ship...looks a bit like she's punking out. She swoops by and I wonder, how do the other seagulls treat her? Do they mock her behind her back…

Ant sac, or disturbing my nest again…


You probably have seen what happens when you kick over an anthill and all of the ants panic and run all over the place, carrying the egg sacs, looking for safety? Back in the days pre-divorce, the ex and I used to call our regular sorting and rearranging of stuff “ant sac” activity - we’d…

(39) George Carlin Talks About “Stuff” – YouTube


George Carlin's classic standup routine about the importance of 'Stuff' in our lives. This was from his appearance at Comic Relief in 1986. Farewell George 1... — Read on http://www.youtube.com/watch

Last night I went to Manderley again, or how excavating one’s old writing can be a godsend


Pandemic blues. That’s what I put it down to, the lethargy caused by being trapped in place, uncertain of the future, a bit frightened of it, eating way too many carbs all day and they waking at 3 AM vowing to do better, only to rewake at 7 and head directly to the carb cupboard.…

Conflagration, or oh help, la!


I can't bear it. I am beyond the ugly crying stage and right into the moody despair phase, and I can't seem to shake it. It's that being surrounded by bad things you can't do anything about feeling... The riots in the US and the return of Black Lives Matter protests (followed by the expected,…

Seeking meaning in this isolation, or which book should I read next?


I have a rather extensive pile of TBR books languishing on my shelves and in my various e-readers (which I prefer for nighttime reading as I can take my glasses off and pretend to be young again). My cunning plan (thanks Blackadder) was to plow through a bunch of them while we are all quiet…

This difficult time.


I'm breaking. Every day there is another tragedy... first, the Corvid-19 pandemic, killing so many, so unexpectedly, so horribly, then the execution of those lovely people in quiet Nova Scotia towns, and now, a terrible training accident, killing a crew from our precious military. I am getting to the point of screaming at the media…

Technology burns, or why I am taking so long getting to editing my novella…


I know, I've been pushing it. I've been alternating between a 2013 MacAir, a 2010 MacMini, and an Iphone 6s for my social media and other time-wasting.  They are definitely showing the strain. So today, as I finally got my mind together to edit, there were so many steps needed to get things organized I…

Evaluating…or those artists who self-isolate in the woods – did it work for them?


So here we are, heavily into the pandemic, learning how to talk to ourselves just so we can test our vocal muscles. I am following the advice for keeping a car running, and taking my voice out once a week for a trot around the verbal block. Cat remains unconvinced. For my part, I am…