Science Is Magic; Twenty-Five Weeks In

I, Too, Get Cold When It Is 72 Degrees Outside As my husband and I were out for our daily constitutional, an older lady in a fabulously bright pink jacket was walking down the sidewalk towards us. I stepped off the sidewalk to give her a two-metre bubble, and said “Oh! I LOVE your pink […]

Rock and Roll Ain’t Noise Pollution; Twenty-One Weeks In

Turn Down For What We have officially reached a new milestone. My younger son was practicing with his band in his buddy’s garage, so they could have the door open, be physically distanced, and in general follow Covid-style health guidelines, like the responsible 14-and-15-year-olds they are. His buddy’s dad is in a band, and so […]

Luck Be A Lady; Sixteen Weeks In

This past week, among other things, I read a book recommended to me by an old grad school friend called Success and Luck. As the title suggests, it explores the role luck plays in individual – and collective – success, success being defined here as the financial or economic type. Yes, there are many definitions […]

Does Anyone Else Remember Hammerman; Fifteen Weeks In

Last week, for no discernible reason, I remembered that MC Hammer had a cartoon television show called Hammerman; the actual show I do not remember at all, probably because I didn’t actually watch it, except that it featured magical shoes. Due to the magic that is the internet, I could watch an episode, or at […]

DIY Orthodontia; Seven Weeks In

On Saturday morning, my “Born to Run” playlist started with Crazy Train and It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (and I feel fine), and ended with Don’t Stop Believing, and it felt all very symbolic. Back when Calgary had the terrible flood in 2013, I remember a very strong feeling of […]

Excuse Me, I Moustache You a Question; Four Weeks In

Up until last Thursday, all three of the male members of the Boyhouse were sporting moustaches. These are Dark Days. They all just stopped shaving when they stopped leaving the house; I think my husband’s last day in the office was March 11 or 12, and the boys were last at school March 13, so […]

I’m just a prisoner of love

We are just finishing up what has been, for the boys, a five-day long weekend, for my husband, a four-day long weekend, and for me, a three-day long weekend. For my high school son in particular, it’s great that he was back at school for one whole week before having a three-day and subsequent four-day […]