No question there’s a lot about the 21st century to be excited about, but there’s a lot I miss about days gone by.
Last Thursday I went to see the Christian Dior exhibit at the Royal Ontario Museum here, in Toronto. Every garment, whether for daytime or evening, was shown with gloves — short, mostly black ones with suits and dresses and white, cream and occasionally black, long, above-the-elbow ones for formal wear.
Don’t know if you’ve realized it, but for the last little while I have been making a real effort to think (and write) only about the positive: Pleasant memories, good times, gratitude and so on.
It’s worked, too.
The more I’ve concentrated on the upbeat, the less involved I’ve been in the Trump madness, the better my mood and my attitude have become.
But nothing lasts forever, I guess. The world isn’t rosy all the time and fake euphoria (like fake news) doesn’t do anyone any good. So I’m going to give in, vent for a minute, get it off my chest, and hope it’ll go away. Then Continue reading →
A friend sent me a very interesting New York times article (How to Listen to Donald Trump Every Day for Years) on the weekend. It was written by John McWhorter, who is an associate professor of English and comparative literature at Columbia.
He talked about Trump’s “choppy, rambling, self-expression” and went on to explain that it’s Continue reading →
We’ve been losing our civility for years. Kids, and I mean seven and eight year olds, talk back to their parents. They’re rude to teachers. You don’t hear “please” or “thank you” coming out of anyone’s mouth very often, regardless of age. We’re dismissive of other people and other points of view. We say, and do, mean things.
We shout. Ignore. Sneer. Swear. Jab. Interrupt. Huff off.
We stopped ‘dressing for the occasion’ a long time ago. When I was a child and even in my teens and 20’s no one would ever have thought of going to a concert hall, opera house or even dinner in a ‘nice’ restaurant in Continue reading →
I escaped to Starbucks Saturday morning, in an effort to get out of my cleaning lady’s way. Well, in an effort to avoid the chores she’d have given me, if I’d stayed home. I had some writing to do, so staying home wasn’t an option anyway. I’d never have been able to concentrate with all the tumult and the noise from the vacuum.
When I first arrived it was very quiet. There were only about five or six other people. Shocking, really. It’s always packed in there. Not that I was complaining, mind you.
Got a yoghurt and a coffee and snagged a seat at the harvest table, which is my preference. More room to spread out. Didn’t take long before I was totally engrossed in what I was doing. Oblivious to anything going on around me. Unaware of anyone coming or going. Didn’t even have a clue what time it was.
Suddenly there was a blood curdling scream directly behind me. And I do mean blood curdling. High pitched Continue reading →