Today began with a bang.Continue reading “Forward propulsion (baby steps)”
This has been my mantra for so long, I don’t even remember when I first came up with the idea.
One thing is true though: my attempts to keep my life simple (or simpler) are complicated by the fact that I live with a growing family in a small, urban bungalow. Some of these family members are packrats and/or shoppers and/or attached to things for reasons that elude me and this has been a main source of my deteriorating mental health (and sanity) since the day we stepped into this house. Which, ironically, was before the kids arrived, but after the death of a parent and an unhealthy attachment to things like furniture which was neither practical nor fit into this, my (our) small house.Continue reading “Less is more”
There was a day last week when I told my partner that we needed to get out of the house so I could wear my new boots.
He said ‘it would be so nice to go out for dinner”.
We haven’t been out to eat since before covid and even then, it was usually at a sports bar after a kid’s hockey game.
I don’t typically wear those boots to the rink… sigh.Continue reading “Boots, selfies, and some link-love”
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 fiancée 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)”
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…
Imagine a life, still and inert.
Does it exist? Continue reading “A tranquil life desired”
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”
Yes, this is a rant. So what. You don’t have to read it.
Today, I went grocery shopping. I hate shopping but I do it anyway. I bought most of everything on my list except toilet paper because everyone’s out again.
Whatever. Bring it on, the apocalypse. Continue reading “Irritants and annoyances”