Different worlds …

Last week I was having an email conversation with someone I knew years ago in Montreal and have re-connected with onhieroglyphic Facebook.

We started off talking about libraries. One thing led to another and libraries led to our shared love of books. Books led to e-books and e-books led to tech and tech led to cursive script, which led to future generations.

Trust me, it made sense. You had to be there.

First she told me about her granddaughter, who’s a junior in University, and all the techie equipment the school expects her to Continue reading

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It’s been two years since I wrote Santa and the world’s still in a sorry state …

This past weekend, as I ruminated over what I’d write today, I remembered a post I wrote exactly two years ago. calendarIt was a time of hostage-takings and beheadings, hatred and brutality, lost lives and shattered hopes and dreams.

Despite it not being “my” holiday, I’ve always enjoyed Christmas, or at least the “spirit” of it. The sound of children laughing and the joyful feeling in the air. The sight of houses draped in twinkling lights; and bejeweled and bedecked Christmas trees placed prominently in front of living room windows, so even passers-by can admire and enjoy them … the scent of freshly-baked cookies and pine cones … toasty fires and hot chocolate.

But in December of 2014, I was having a really hard time getting into it. When so many people, the world over, were struggling and suffering and in so much Continue reading

The long, hot summer may be over …

“How do I know?” you ask. Well, last Thursday night I went out for dinner. Hadn’t been out all day so Ihot assumed it was as hot as it’s been pretty much all summer. Wrong. When we got to the restaurant and were offered a table on the terrace we both decided it was way too cool.

Before you say anything let me cut you off: Yeah, I know one evening does not the end of summer make. But it was September 1 and we all know what that means.

The leaves will soon start changing colour, the days will get progressively cooler and shorter, pumpkin pie mix will Continue reading

Holidays sure aren’t what they used to be …

Guess I’m showing my age here, but I remember when statutory holidays, like Christmas and New Years and Easter and Victoria Day and Labour Day, were just that:  Statutory.  easter eggsEverything was shut down.  Banks, the postal service, schools, offices, grocery stores, all retailers in fact.  But now, at least here in Toronto, that’s definitely no longer the case.

This past weekend was Easter weekend.  I naturally assumed everything would be closed on Good Friday.  I know it used to be.  I remember in Montreal, where I’m from, you could have rolled a bowling ball down any major street in the city and it Continue reading

Dear Santa …

(sigh).  Yes, I know.  It’s probably way too late in the game to be writing you — Christmas is just days away now.  But I’m hoping mailboxthat, somehow, you’ve still got a miracle or two up your fur-trimmed sleeve.  We sure could use one.

You’re probably surprised to hear from me anyway, me being Jewish and all.  But honestly, if ever there was a time to put religion aside and start thinking as ‘one’, this has to be it.

Relax, Santa, it’s not gifts I’m after.  Not the usual kind, anyway.  So there’s no last-minute shopping for you, Mrs. Claus or the elves to do.  No wrapping either.  On the Continue reading

Woe is me …

Here it is, almost Christmas and she’s pissed at me.  I thought this was the season to be jolly!  You know, HO! HO! HO!  Fa la laXmasCat la la and all that jazz!

Harumph!  All she is, is grumpy!  No Christmas spirit what so ever!

S-C-R-O-O-G-E.

She knows I need a lot of attention.  All that bull about cats being uppity and independent is just that:  BULL!!  This isn’t her first rodeo.  She’s had plenty of cats.  She knows the score.  She KNOWS what we’re like.

So I want to be petted.  So I want to be hugged.  So I want to cuddle.  So I want her to Continue reading

Day 142. Not Me!

Uh, uh.  Not so fast.  I know.  I know.  The last of the torn bits of Christmas wrap have finally been vacuumed away.  The rings left on tables, by damp glasses, are all boxing daywiped up.  The turkey’s just about gone, but the soup’s done; and ready for enjoying.  Smelled good, too, as it was boiling away last night, if you say so yourself.

Now you’re starting to ‘consolidate’ all the left over baked goods, into fewer tins.  Not a moment too soon, because your jeans are already too tight at the waist.

The dog’s so exhausted he’s fast asleep on your favourite chair, his new rawhide bone laying, discarded, beside him.  The man of the house is snoring away on the couch.  The kids are off skating or reading or playing with some of their new toys.  Or maybe their old ones.  You can never tell with kids.  Old and forgotten one minute, a favourite again the next.

The good news is, they’re quiet.  They’re not fighting with each other.  Yet.  And you’re sighing with relief.   Continue reading

Day 122. Party Pooper

Hope this doesn’t make me sound like Scrooge or anything, but I’ve got to be honest.  ‘Tis the season for parties and I’d rather stick a fork in my eye.  Don’t get me santawrong.  I really like the Christmas season.  I can handle shortbread and mince tarts just fine.  Veggies and dips are good.  I’m even okay with fruit cake, especially the West Indian version, which is called rum cake.  For good reason, because the fruit steeps in it for a year.

Egg nog makes me gag, but I can usually get out of drinking that.

I’m fine with getting together with friends and family.  It’s company parties I’m referring to.  Oh, those are painful.  When I worked full time I used to DREAD the agency Christmas blow-outs!  To begin with, there could never just be a party.  There was always ‘business’ to attend to first.  The endless speeches and presentations.  The year-end business results.  The ‘highlights’ from the last twelve months.  As if we couldn’t remember them.

By the time it was done, you were in a coma (if you were lucky), and in desperate need of a drink. Because Management knew the only Continue reading

Day 25. No Time

I don’t know what it is.  But lately there never seems to be enough time in the day for me to get everything done.  And I’m not talking about chores.  I mean work.  Writing.  I don’t know where the day goes.  I don’t know where the week goes.  For that matter, I don’t know where the summer’s gone.  Or the years.

No matter how early I get up (and I set my alarm for 7 a.m. every day), by the time I’ve fed my cats, done litter box duty, showered and fed myself (while reading the newspaper, so I don’t waste more time), it feels like half the day’s gone.  It isn’t really, but it’s damn close.  On those days when I have a client meeting, that’s it.  A glance at my watch tells me it’s 3:00 or 4:00 o’clock.  I may not even have had lunch yet.  And yet, the day is pretty much over.  Time to maybe pick up some groceries and head home.  To work.

While I may not have meetings every day, I still have work to do for clients.  Writing their websites.  Their blogs.  Thinking about marketing plans.  What comes next.  How our campaigns are working so far.  Briefing photographers or designers.  There’s always something.  So again, when I look at my watch it’s late afternoon.  And again I may not yet have had lunch.  And I haven’t written either of my blogs.  Or worked on my book.  Or been on the hunt for new business.

Why does it feel like I’m always behind the 8ball?

Maybe I’m deluding myself when I say I don’t think I’m a time waster.  But I really don’t think I am.  I’m on it.

My time crunch is considerably worse since I’ve added this blog to my repertoire.  I now have a commitment to write something each and every day.  I love doing it.   Continue reading