I have been childless, but not dogless, since Friday.Continue reading “When the writing sabbatical merges with family time”
This morning we had a 15 minute virtual appointment with my daughter’s teacher to discuss the progress report that came home on Tuesday.Continue reading “Zooming with the teacher”
Disclaimer: This is a rant about covid. If you live in an American State or some nation that is open for business as usual, please don’t comment here with a political agenda. You can comment if you want, but think twice before you hit publish if you’re going to tell me how you had a steak dinner in a restaurant or went to a party at some club or how all your stores are not going out of business because they are all open and functioning as normal. I don’t give a flying
fuck crap which way you lean in terms of your political orientation or covid and I don’t want to engage, or have my readers engage, in a political pissing contest on my platform. Please and thank you. I’m just ranting here to get the unfairness of all this crap out of my system. #SorryNotSorry
My email exploded. There’s a bunch of messages coming through from the hockey manager. My teenager, who is 15, has played competitive hockey since the age of 4. This is probably his third last year of playing competitive – after he graduates from grade 12 (he’s in grade 10) he will probably be done. Unfortunately, this year has been nothing short of a clusterfuck.
For obvious reasons.
But here’s the thing.Continue reading “Detouring with a little rant”
So it’s November. How utterly exciting. Plus the Timekeeper Gods have awarded us with an extra hour today, which just depresses me more, so let’s turn this misery around immediately.
How, you ask?
Well, let’s see…
Yesterday evening, I took my kid to the rink for the first time in seven-ish months. She had to be dressed in full gear except for helmet and skates. There would be no dressing rooms available, no parents allowed into the arena, no use of the water fountain to refill bottles of water.
How the world has changed. Continue reading “The coming months of isolation”
When I took this selfie I was 18,994 days young. Or 27,351,548 minutes…
Just in time for Canadian Thanksgiving, I get an email from a school: they are welcoming my daughter back to class on Tuesday. (Monday is a holiday, Canadian Thanksgiving.) Continue reading “Saturday thoughts: school, massage, and small business during coronavirus”
I rarely wear jeans. I used to as an 80s teenager because that’s what teenagers in the 80s wore, but nowadays? Nah.
I especially don’t wear jeans while committed to the house like some common criminal on house arrest during this endless covid-fiasco. I usually wear tights or yoga pants, something comfortable and easy and, you know…stretchy. Continue reading “2020 can shove it”
So this morning I ate nutella on toast because apparently, I’m 12. 😳
I also made soup and looked for my reading glasses. That killed about an hour. 🙄
(The soup was chicken and the glasses were on my head.) 😐
Depression is a stupid, evil thing, isn’t it.
I need to find a way to push it away, far away. I wish I could stay in bed and do nothing for the next week.
But…life, and all that. Blah.