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If you are feeling bored and want to regain the friskiness and adventure of your youth, you can try these things: Make some stilts with scraps of wood you have around the house and walk around on them. You can swat off the spider webs high around the ceiling with your fly swatter. And just look down on things, as if you were a tall person. Think of something reassuring to say to the cat or dog, because they will probably think you are crazy, or in danger—which you slightly ar

This week, when I got home from the plant nursery with a trunk-load of flowers plus two tomato plants, I finally noticed that I still had one pant leg rolled up from the bike ride that had preceded the plant shopping. Argh. I comforted myself with the following sobering thought, once fatally communicated by a hairdresser to a dear friend of mine: “Nobody is looking at you anyway.” I have decided on a preventive measure. From now on, I will roll both pant legs up so that it wi

I was in the bathroom working on my face this morning when it occurred to me how similar this was to another job I sometimes have to do. That similar job is icing a cake. These tasks both precede having to see and be seen by other people. I have to work on my face this morning because twice today I will be seen by other people: first, at the gym (make-up optional) and second, at bridge (make-up desirable). I am pleased to compare and contrast these high-skill activities for y

I am just back from another road trip, this one from Chilliwack, BC, up the Cariboo Highway through the Fraser Canyon, to Prince George, BC, a drive of approximately 7.5 hours each way. I went with a dear friend of mine—Karen (Rustad) Bergman—so that we could attend the celebration of life for a cousin of hers. The cousin, Jim Rustad, was a pillar of the community of Prince George, a city of 100,000 people, he having run a big sawmill and planer mill busines for many years. F

I am waiting for something. While I wait, I am thinking of that old black-and-white cow that was tethered to a peg in what was the equivalent of the village green in Langham, Saskatchewan. All that cow could do was circle round and round, grazing on the grass within the circle she could reach. Poor thing, but that was just the way of life for that cow. The village green was a low spot, green in the summer, but in the spring it became the slough — a veritable lake, where boys