I couldn’t find my Bluetooth speaker anywhere. It must still be packed in a box from the recent move of the contents of our home from our neighbourhood in town to our move to the country on the outskirts of the same town.
WriteOut of Her Mind
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In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I’d like to share a teachable moment with you of what not to do to your beloved if you are attempting to inspire a spark of passion between you. Today’s lesson is brought to you by the letters C, for the Carpenter, and W, for “What the?” “Why?” and “Weirdo.”
Foxy
I heard him before I saw him. He had a raspy barking cough, as if someone told him a good joke…
Red carpet ready
I am by no means a survivalist, (I can barely survive learning we’re out of chips), but when there is a snowstorm in the forecast, my husband, the Carpenter, launches into emergency preparedness mode.
Toque trouble
I wish I looked better in a toque.
Sorry, not sorry
As it has probably a thousand times in my marriage to the Carpenter, our morning began with this question; “Are you okay if I write about this?”
Pants
It struck me, while out walking my dog on the last morning of my Christmas holidays, that the next day, I would be heading back to work, and as such, I was going to need pants.
Just say yes
If there is one thing that the year 2022 taught me, it’s that I have zero ability to predict my own future. None.
Hey Santa
With all due respect, Santa, I’d like to request you take me off your “Nice” list this year.
Wonderful Christmastime
Paul McCartney is watching me as I type this. His big puppy dog eyes are fixated on me all day. I am totally okay with that, though to be honest it’s distracting. Paul has me in the Christmas spirit.
Big ask
The two green envelopes, addressed to Santa Claus, had been tucked under a stack of files for 12 years, but the notes inside each of them confirmed that my unique, kind, polite children are still all those things, with just enough unapologetic confidence to keep it real.
Lights
I think I get it now, the whole rush to decorate for Christmas weeks before it happens. Not October. I don’t get that. But November decor, well, I’ve accepted that.
Lighthouse
Good music never gets old. Good musicians don’t either. And my music-obsessed heart will always beat just a little faster for a band with a good horn section.
Paramount
You should have seen my face when I found out that I could not watch the new season of Yellowstone, a highly charged fictional television series that was last winter’s binge-watching addiction in my house.
Alright
The kids are alright. That’s the message I want you to take away from this Remembrance Day column.