WriteOut of Her Mind

Monday morning was rough but I’m not complaining. Three days of Riverfest Elora was exactly what I needed to find that essential piece of myself that got buried during the pandemic. 

It was my fault. I was careless. 

When the Carpenter and I first arrived in Wellington County 21 years ago, we settled in Fergus. The only thing we knew about that town was that it was home to the Fergus Scottish Festival and Highland Games. That event was famous. 

Sometimes, I am a great life partner. Sometimes, I am a brat. This weekend, I intend to be both, because it’s my best friend’s birthday. 

August is now the busiest month of the year on our fridge calendar, and I’m excited for it all. Bring it, August. I’m ready. 

I’m back from a week’s vacation and I’d like to tell you it was full of fun and adventure, but the truth is, it wasn’t. 

July is my birth month and my zodiac sign is Cancer. Believe what you will about horoscopes, but I…

I have a secret I’ve been keeping for years, many years, and I feel like it’s time I just share it with you all. You should probably sit down for this one. It may change us both, forever. 

I keep a gratitude journal and every morning I follow the prompts and fill in the blanks. 

It’s fair to say the Carpenter and I aren’t fancy people. Our house isn’t fancy. The stuff in it isn’t fancy.  

I thought it would be an interesting exercise to ask my grown children, now in their 20s, what they would have me say about their father, the Carpenter, for a Father’s Day column.  

The Carpenter and I were watching a movie Saturday night. It featured a scene between a husband and wife, who, to protect one another from bad news, chose to lie to each other. 

I love elections. I truly do.  

My Carpenter is in the third week of a union strike, in conjunction with other construction trades in Toronto. Hopefully, by the time you read this, his union will follow suit with the operators and labour unions who have settled, and everyone can get back to work.

The Victoria Day long weekend is fundamental to our Canadian culture. It has been synonymous with fun since 1845, when the Canadian government decided we should celebrate Queen Victoria’s birthday on May 24.