I had lunch today in beautiful downtown Gananoque, Ontario, home of the Thousand Islands. I didn’t see even one of them, unfortunately, but did get to see a friend I’ve known since university. She now lives in London, England, with her husband and son but was in “Gan,” as she calls it, visiting her family. [...]
Entries from August 2008
August 29, 2008
Day 73: Keep me Post-ed
The other day a friend of mine told me something that really surprised me. She said that she woke up recently and thought, “I just can’t do this today.” This being getting up, going to work, dealing with whatever the day brought her way.
I too have felt this way on occasion, but I was surprised [...]
August 28, 2008
Day 72: Lost in translation
I’ve mentioned in previous posts my directional dyslexia. If I have a strong inclination to turn left, my destination usually ends up to be on the right.
Strangely enough, there’s something about this condition that is a magnet for tourists. Even if I’m standing with a group of friends, I’m the one singled out for [...]
August 27, 2008
Day 71: Hum-dinger
Today, as I performed some random acts of kitchen-cleanup-kindness (unloading the office dishwasher and other tasks), I couldn’t stop thinking about my trip to work.
And getting a taste of my own medicine.
I don’t have an iPod of my own (shocking, I know), but I actually don’t need one because I tend to just hum [...]
August 26, 2008
Day 70: Daisy Chain, the sequel
The receptionist at the company I occasionally work for is a lovely person. She’s one of those individuals who manages to be very perky yet not at all annoying — rare, I know.
A while back, she started a tradition of putting a Post-it note on each fresh pot of coffee indicating the time it was [...]
August 25, 2008
Day 69: Crowd control
Today, I managed to do a whole group of strangers a big favour all at once. These strangers were packed tighter than anchovies in the subway car that I could’ve boarded this morning.
When the doors were about to close, instead of forcing my way on as though my very life depended on making that train [...]
August 24, 2008
Day 68: Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Today, I almost committed the cardinal sin of garage sale-dom: neglecting, post-sale, to take down the plethora of crudely made, colourful signs that I so proudly blanketed the neighbourhood with last week.
I’m the first one to complain when others leave these signs up looooong after the sale is over. They end up confounding and confusing [...]
August 23, 2008
Day 67: The Underwear Affair
I had a garage sale today with two goals in mind:
1. To rid myself of excess belongings, and
2. To raise money for the Sunnybrook Hospital Underwear Affair campaign. The goal of this event is to raise awareness and research funds for cancers that appear below the waist (i.e. prostate, colorectal, uterine, bladder, cervical and ovarian [...]
August 22, 2008
Day 66: Good deeds left undone
It was market day downtown and, once again, I was amazed at how all the office workers who normally march robotically through the financial district (myself included) come alive when passing bins of fresh corn, baskets of apples and fresh picked berries. It’s like everyone gets to time-travel out to the countryside for the afternoon.
The [...]
August 21, 2008
Day 65: Not-so-junk mail
In my recent efforts to pick up litter on our street, the one area I’ve been neglecting is my own front lawn.
My husband and I live perilously close to several fast-food restaurants and coffee shops. Some days, our grass is littered with so many familiar logos I feel like charging these places an advertising fee [...]
