Embrace The Season; Sixty-Four Weeks In

You won’t believe it, but last week we had a heat wave! The term Heat Wave, by the way, is relative to Calgary – I’m sure my friends in the South would just call it a stretch of pleasant summer days – but it has made me so happy. I’m spending every available minute outside; […]

Three Teens In The House; Sixty-Three Weeks In

As of yesterday, I now have three teenagers in the house! Sorry, the photo is a little fuzzy. Every week that Barkley is still wagging and sitting at my feet as I make dinner is a good week. He’s pretty slow these days – his big lump trips him up quite a bit – and […]

Do You Want To Build A Snowman; Sixty-Two Weeks In

Today is the Monday of the Victoria Day long weekend, which is essentially meaningless to me. But not for long! Tomorrow the boys go back to school, and I am so happy about it. They’ve been coping just fine over the past five weeks, but it just feels so unhealthy to have them sitting in […]

Ups and Downs; Sixty-One Weeks In

Good News/ Bad News The bad news is that, with the latest lockdown restrictions, lineups to get into Costco are back. The good news is that I was there right at opening and so the lineup moved quite quickly, and, more importantly, there are no shortages of anything that I could see. The fact that […]

Dented Self-Esteem; Fifty-Nine Weeks In

That’s A Dent To The Self-Esteem I was asked if I wanted the seniors’ discount last week at Shoppers, so perhaps my skin-care routine isn’t working the way I had hoped. The worst part is that I didn’t even get the discount. After the woman said “Are we doing the seniors’ discount today?” in the […]

I Am Not Throwing Away My Shot; Fifty-Eight Weeks In

Thank you everyone for the lovely birthday wishes; it was a beautiful day. It was the rarest of Calgary spring days: warm and sunny, and without the gusting winds that often accompany warmer temperatures. I filled the day with all my favourite things, and had two slices of cake, and all is wonderful. Along with […]

Pro-Aging; Fifty-Seven Weeks In

I really hate the term anti-aging. I know it’s just semantics, really, but I hate it. What a ridiculous concept, anti-aging. We are all aging every single moment; as they say in Les Mis, at the end of the day you’re another day older. The only way to stop aging is to die, and I […]