Friday, 27 November 2015

Middle Age Insomnia

It's 3 a.m. and I'm on line starring at a picture of my favourite author, Elizabeth Berg.  I'm hoping that if I expose myself to her writing, interviews and advice to wannabes like me, I'll somehow through osmosis maybe? be able to write like her. Or at least be able to write something I don't hate.  

Elizabeth's smiling blue eyes seem to evince empathy; I'm convinced she's the warm and fuzzy composite of all the characters she writes so well about.  At least I hope she is, I don't want to believe otherwise anyway.  

Her once blue-black hair now grey, is pulled away from her face by rhinestone studded sunglasses that sit on top of her head. I bet she was a looker in her time.  I've read all her novels, of course (some twice) and prefer her older stuff. 

Tomorrow I'll write something worth reading, or not.  Probably not, but for now I can go back to bed and dream bout the writer I want to be.


Sunday, 22 November 2015

Feeling Nostalgic ... Part Two

We played outside ... there was laughter and conversation ... we got fresh air and exercise. We broke a sweat.  Remember?

Who remembers this? 

Everyone I grew up with had one of these.  Did you?

Jacks!  There was also hopscotch, jumpsies and double dutch.  



Sunday, 15 November 2015

Feeling Nostalgic

I took a drive back to my old neighbourhood today; to my very first home in Canada.

 I lived here from the time I was eight until we moved away when I was 11, in 1969.

This is the school where I learnt to speak English.

This is the park where I spent summers splashing around in the wading pool.  

Everything looked so much smaller than I remembered it.


Monday, 2 November 2015

The Last of the Roses

I cut the last of the roses this morning, two in total.

Then I took Ben for his grooming.

And he spent the rest of the day sleeping, as he always does on spa day.

What wildly exciting things were you up to today?