Not really. We’re eight years from retirement, one of us pensionless, the other with a teensy-weensy one due to the recent sale of the company for which he works. We moved to Canada 24 years ago, young and oblivious to important life implications, simply because it was pretty. It’s been a good life, but we…

In Elizabeth Gilbert’s book, Eat, Pray, Love, there is sentence I’m dying to quote, but can’t locate it from memory. It’s about how our culture reinforces hard hard work all week and then the weekend comes and all we can manage is to sit around the house in a semi-comatose state. That about describes me,…

These past few days I’ve attempted to leave comments on all you Blogspot people’s sites to no avail. Is the problem fixed? Just know I’m thinking about you: Jayne, I can relate to the Glysomed tube in your knitting basket, especially knitting with seasilk. Marianne, I’m putting that Japanese Feather shawl that you pictured on…

What did Blogless Marsha and I forget when we went to the Seattle Knitting Expo last weekend? Why, knitting of course. What were we thinking? We knew we’d have a couple of hours to kill between a visit to the marketplace and our workshop. We made the best of it, though, and hand wound yarn…

In my non-knitting life, part of my job involves writing a weekly newspaper mini-column for parents and kids. After 400 of these it can be difficult to come up with a new topic so sometimes I go to the news for ideas. This weeks tragedy in Virginia gave me plenty to work with: Kids and…

In anticipation of his birthday, my boy has decided he doesn’t want to turn 17. After discussion we agreed we could pretend, for now, that he is still 16. It reminded me of a friend from way back, whose daughter was eleven, and asked her mom when she would get breasts. Seizing this teachable moment…

This blogger is tired from just too much going on, so I’ll opt out of any creativity with a list. Nothing like point form to get the job done: At work we’re recovering from a visit by a federal cabinet member. It was an honour albeit from the wrong political party. This minister seemed too…

It hit me why I’m not feeling so cheery this Easter. It’s the first year that there will only be three of us home for the holiday. That’s why I’m feeling all sentimental. I’ll miss hearing the sound of cupboards and appliance doors squeaking open and thwacking shut in search of Easter baskets. I think…

There has been a thread winding its way though the blogs where women talk of their husband’s disdain for one of her outfits. In her January 12th post, Super Eggplant had the dress her guy described as appropriate for a polygamist’s wife. My dear Chuck hates my LL Bean sundresses, which he claims fit me…

Another lesson in "when spell check doesn’t work." I am employed in the field of nonprofit social services. A newer to the field co-worker came into my office and asked me which is the correct term – nonprofit or not-for-profit. I typed in both to see which would look better in her grant application and…