Visualizations Of An Unemployed Widow
Looking for a job within a region with the highest unemployment rate in the country is challenging. I’ve been on the hunt now for almost 5 months or more. I mean, I gave myself some grace in the first few months after Tim died, but was still looking, still planning and re-writing the live script, as it were, er, resume, or updating some new job … Continue reading Visualizations Of An Unemployed Widow
from The Red Duo-Tang: Me at 7
May 14, 1974 Well here it is 9:30PM & Paula has just gone to bed to-nite for the 3rd time. Hates going to bed. Just like her mother was & is. Even tho’ she eats a good supper now always has to have something before she can go to bed. Never goes without getting up 3 or 4 times. Afraid she’s going to miss something. … Continue reading from The Red Duo-Tang: Me at 7
Advice From A Drunk Pedestrian
Leave the party while you can still walk. I can’t stress that enough. AND, while you can walk at a sustained pace for approximately 30 minutes (or whatever the length of your journey). Add another, oh, 10, maybe 15 minutes to that timeframe since how long it took you to get there will not be the same amount of time it takes you to get … Continue reading Advice From A Drunk Pedestrian
Blessed Be May 2 4 Weekend
Yes, this is our May Long Weekend up here in the Great White North. A weekend dedicated to gardening, camping, campfires, neighbourhood bbq’s, etc. Tis the Queens birthday, and being what we are {and WHERE we are}, May 2 4 is really a celebration of the days getting longer and warmer. Usually though it’s god awful. We partook of the campfire, bbq and beer with … Continue reading Blessed Be May 2 4 Weekend
Blessing For Sunday
If Ever I’m A Money’d Man, I Mean, Please God, To Cast My Golden Anchor In the Place Where Youthful Years Were Pass’d Though Heads That Bow Are Black and Brown Must Meanwhile Gather Grey New Faces Rise By Every Hearth, And Old Ones Drop Away — Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All the World Beside; It’s Home, Sweet Home, Where’er I Roam, … Continue reading Blessing For Sunday
from bone to soul
i stand alone but i am not free i never was from the other one who looks back at me through the reflection it builds a wall within of fears and webs scratching at the barrier of my solitude in shadows of sin and pints of joy it smiles at the pain it causes the bone to chill and the soul to whither and all … Continue reading from bone to soul
Lilacs And Dog Breath
Fur askew after a night ensconced on the floor of someones room, I get a furry head and doggy breath from Irish. This warms me as much as the coffee I’m drinking, as she nestles her head into my lap for her morning scratch. Out the door we go for her morning constitutional, I with my cylinder of sin and she with her nose in … Continue reading Lilacs And Dog Breath
Some Of My Favourite Things
… happen to be Canadian, yet not all. Some are more intangible, like the way light can illuminate pine cones on an Old Norway Spruce, or how Green Mountain Kenya AA Coffee tastes. I love Robertson Davies (Canadian Author) just as much as I love Neil Young (Canadian Musician), and for completely different reasons. I admire Neil Young’s integrity, as much as I revel in … Continue reading Some Of My Favourite Things
How To Make Your Mom Cry
The first time I heard Pachelbel’s Canon I was in some store. I know, really, isn’t that where everyone first heard it? I walked in the back door here at The Homestead, and I couldn’t hold it inside any longer. I had to play it for her. I had to. It was like finding a neat rock in the driveway, or whatever it is that … Continue reading How To Make Your Mom Cry
On Finding Your Voice
I’ve actually been watching the TV show, The Voice. And surprisingly, I like it. Those types of shows don’t normally engage me. Yet this one does. I think it’s because it’s about something I can appreciate. Voice. When I was growing up I listened to the radio, yes, we did have video’s, but they were new. Instead, I spent alot of time listening to my … Continue reading On Finding Your Voice
How Do You Mourn The Dead?
I’ve been weighing lately the merits to glossing over my life with Tim and creating out of the ashes a new version of the truth. There is no easy way to remember my time with him. I remember distinctly the day I decided I was coming along for this crazy ride. I know, and as strange as it may sound, I am not misremembering that … Continue reading How Do You Mourn The Dead?
Broomsticks & Umbrellas
I believe in many impossible things. And it all stems back to two of the most defining films of my childhood. I remember coming home when I was maybe 5 turning 6 years old and I had just seen Bedknobs and Broomsticks, with Angela Lansbury, and I was enchanted. I have this vague memory of sitting in the theatre, mesmerized. The other movie is Mary … Continue reading Broomsticks & Umbrellas
Blessing for Sunday
A Mother holds her children’s hands for a little while … their hearts forever. [author unknown] Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
by PaulaB 