Words, mostly
I listened to the ABBA Gold album yesterday while cleaning/sweeping/swiffering/cooking with my wireless headset on my head, singing and dancing along to all the tunes.
Family gave me some sideway glances. I didn’t care!
Dog was… confused, but guess what? I didn’t care!
I amazed myself that I knew the words to most of the songs…
Continue reading “Fun songs with cringeworthy lyrics”This post is the second part of a story I recalled while walking down memory lane. It involves a life drawing class with nude models. It may interest you to read part 1 first, and I would highly encourage you to read the comments, as well.
Given the interesting events of the first nude model drawling class, and the subsequent attention from a male student in a dorm, I spent the rest of my week fretting.
Partly I was intrigued about the the philosopher student’s offer to pose nude for me in the name of ‘practicing’ my sketching. But it was weird; he was a few years older, and he had a fiancĂ©e I had never even seen in the dorm.
Continue reading “Life lessons: sketching nude models (part 2)”One day many moons ago, my Fine Art professor announced we were going to do some life drawing in the two next classes. It was going to involve nude models.
Continue reading “Life lessons: sketching nude models (part 1)”Yesterday I listened to an online webinar. My first one, ever.
This is what I had posted to my door: Continue reading “Becoming unstuck: how a DottoTech webinar helped me back onto my path”
My left leg hurts.
I can barely walk.
It’s the upper thigh location. Searing pain, as if I pulled a muscle.
But I haven’t done anything other than sitting.
Maybe it’s all the sitting… Continue reading “A nothing post”
Disclaimer: I understand that many/most people have bigger fish to fry while the world is falling apart than to sit and contemplate this vanity-induced post here, so if you do comment, please be kind (but still honest) – I have no qualms blocking anyone if you attack or put down someone’s opinion on my blog.
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Once upon a time when I was young and stupid, I dated some people I shouldn’t have.
Recently, I reflected on some comments one of them made, that have me irked. (sorry not sorry)
Here’s one that surfaced today: Continue reading “Letting (her/yourself) go”
While some places are opening up and allowing hair salons and barber shops to invite business back into their establishments, Toronto isn’t there (yet).
But here’s the thing:
Yesterday, on a whim, I contacted our dog-owning friends to ask them a question.
“Will you let me kidnap your Schnoodle?” I asked [not so] innocently.
This Schnoodle:
Q1: What does one cook for a family who is partially bored of staying in and socially distanced from their friends?
A1: I have some ideas…stay tuned. (It’s only been a few days here in Toronto, but it’s been much longer in other places and the internet educates us with their plight, creativity and humour.)
Q2: Who fights off boredom with incessant snacking and questions about what’s there to eat?
A2: Teenagers. They’re a hungry bunch. Bored teenagers are even hungrier. (And we’re only on day 3 of the social isolation…) Continue reading “How to cook the food you hoarded”
As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.
Recap:
Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.
Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.
