For the remaining few months I remain here at WordPress.com I will blog like I used to; with storytelling.

To read about my first mishap that day, check out at the gas pump story.

After my latte at Starbucks I browsed Indigo, the huge book store probably resembling a Barnes and Noble, and sat down at one of the tables. It was empty, which was a surprise; all the tables in the coffee shop were taken but no one was reading in the bookshop?

As I began to sip my coffee I glanced at my phone, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I looked up and realized why: Prince Harry was staring at me from all the surrounding bookshelves.

For the remaining few months I remain here at WordPress.com I will blog like I used to; with storytelling. 

Most cars I’ve owned, co-owner or driven were Hondas, Toyotas, Hyundais. They all have their fuel gas filler hole thingy (what is that thing called?) on the left, aka driver’s side.

I drive a GM-made car now, my dad’s 20-year old Saturn. The fuel gas filler hole thingy on this car is on the right.

The rink my daughter and I visited yesterday did not evoke any memory at all for me. She however remembered and mentioned the name of her coach from that game they played there.

Today I discovered that my auto-renewal of my Premium plan with WordPress is on May 23 of this year.

I mean, I knew it was coming up sometime in the spring but I didn’t remember the exact date.

Now I know. And I’m glad I checked, because I made a decision: as of May 23, I will no longer pay for this WP site. I turned off the auto-renewal.

I think I’ve evolved beyond this blog.

I am now a mom of an almost University-bound kid. My oldest is in grade 12 and is contemplating whether he wants to pursue higher education at this time.

As far back as I can remember, bedroom windows were opened as soon as their sleepy inhabitants rose. In winter, a warm housecoat would be put on first, and in summer, a thinner one (or none). The point is, the windows were opened to circulate fresh air through the room.

Some of you know I grew up in Switzerland. My grandmother and my mom both opened windows in all the bedrooms while simultaneously uncovering the beds. It was standard practice and called “airing out the room”. Sometimes, the duvet or blankets would stay on the ledge of the open window, reminding me of a folk tale called Frau Holle. When Frau Holle shook out her duvet, the landscape around her became covered in snowflakes.

After much hype and anticipation, the weather bomb cyclone hit my region on Friday morning. I woke up at the standard time of about 5:30 am. Two things popped into my head immediately:

1. There’s no reason to get up and cook breakfast for anybody as there was no school or hockey practice, and
2. my head hurt in a way that was very unfamiliar.

Yesterday I was in the city house with the family. I was helping out with some chores before I returned to the suburbs, like laundry and cooking.

At one point, I thought I was alone. Everyone was either not home or busy someplace in the basement. Even Tucker was quiet…