I was one of those bright eyed young feminists of the the 70’s. I was going to raise my sons and daughters equally, because you know, there’s no difference between the two. Life has taught me differently. If you’ve spent time with me you are familiar with my saying that I’ve had two girls and…

It’s Canadian Thanksgiving weekend and you know what that means? Yes, turkey, yes, cranberries, yes a major home improvement project. It’s starting to become a tradition – Blogless Marsha, family, along with Airedale dog Riley, will be joining in on the fun. At the risk of sounding uncharacteristically ultra-traditional, the women will be cooking and…

When I was a little girl, and would find a Canadian penny on a New York street, my father told me "Hold onto that, it’s worth more than a penny." I’ve lived in Canada for the past 23 years, and not once, until Friday, was a Canadian penny worth more than a US one. You…

I know it’s officially Fall in BC when I look out the window and see mist rising off the Capilano River. Another symptom? Spectacular sunsets. But soon the rains will set in. In my past, before I accepted my current position in the non-profit world, I was contemplating opening a practice in Seasonal Affective Disorder.…

Before I start on the topic of easily knitted buttonholes, I wanted to let my fellow Typepad bloggers know that I’m not ignoring you. For some reason Typepad won’t let me leave comments on your blogs. They’re trying to fix it, but I’m wondering if anyone else is experiencing this? If you can’t leave a…

The hard drive, which is my brain, feels full. I need to delete stuff and defrag it, or perhaps find a way to increase my virtual memory. I am losing stuff. For example, I forgot the three year anniversary of this blog. Three weeks ago I entered my fourth year in the world of knit…

The great "they." You know them, the ones with all those sayings. You know what they say…fill in the blank. Last week I was eating my lunch on the parking lot roof of the mall in which my office is located. I look at the sky. Take note, Sandy (she’s knitting blogland’s most famous sky…

Get it? That’s romantic antics. I have been complicit in a romantic plot. My comrade in crime? Blogless Marsha’s husband. You see, Dave and Marsha celebrated 30 years of marriage and to make a long story short, he needed a bit of help in finding an appropriate gift. With supreme pleasure I offered my services…

Back to the subject of going home, over the years I’ve had recurring dreams of the house in which I grew up. I understand in the world of dream interpreters, it’s not about the house at all. It’s really about your youthful body. In one of the dreams my house underwent a total renovation. Yes!…

I’ve covered the knitting part of my vacation, the sentimental journey, now for the grub. One of my favourite parts of travelling. I’ve already mentioned Hart’s Turkey Farm, and Sandy did that description more justice than I could. So, in no particular order, I present to you some other highlights, starting Larry the lobster. Warning:…