Tuesday, August 20, 2019

"I Love Dick" by Chris Kraus


"I Love Dick" by Chris Kraus is the Gateway Women book club pick for August (we'll be discussing it at the end of the month).

Yes, I know -- that title!! (lol)  I thanked the gods/goddesses that I'm no longer commuting on public transit (lol again), with my reading choices visible to all the other passengers -- but even so, I opted for an e-book version. ;) That said, it's not as pornographic as the title sounds ;)  -- although I'm sure the sexual connotations are one reason why the author chose to use the name (& use the name in the title ;)  ) and there is sex in the story.

The story focuses on Chris, a failing filmmaker from New Zealand who is turning 40 and bored with her sexless marriage to Sylvere, an  older (56) college professor. Visiting California in December 1994, the couple have dinner with Sylvere's old friend -- the Dick of the title -- and Chris falls instantly, inexplicably and obsessively in love with him. Sylvere also becomes obsessed with her obsession. Over the next few years, Chris (≈, to  some extent, Sylvere too) pursues/stalks Dick through phone calls, answering machine messages, meetings and rambling letters, which make up the bulk of the book, and which they view as a kind of art project (!). Along the way, she gains a new sense of herself -- which is, I suppose, why some call this a "feminist cult classic." (Also, the whole role-reversal thing, in which the woman pursues the man and the man plays hard to get.)  Perhaps the most famous line of the book, which I think I had heard/read elsewhere before, is "“Who gets to speak and why?...is the only question.”

This is one of those books I would probably not have picked up myself if it weren't for the book club -- and I'll be honest, it was a slog to make it to the end. If it weren't for the book club, I probably would have abandoned it. Chris's observations on men, women, love, art and self were sometimes interesting and thought-provoking (there were long tangents dealing with certain artists, the theory of cultural criticism, schizophrenia & other topics)... but there wasn't enough to maintain my interest the whole way through.

It currently has an average rating of 3.57 stars on Goodreads, and some rave reviews. (See this ecstatic 2015 article from the Guardian, which does make some good points about why the book might appeal to readers, and women in particular.) As for me... meh. I gave it 2 stars, which is about the lowest rating I've given yet on Goodreads. YMMV.  I will be interested to learn what the others thought of it!

Note: There's an afterword in which I was stunned to realize that most (if not all) of this book is true, and actually happened!!  I kind of figured Kraus had made herself the main character (since the main character/narrator's name is "Chris Kraus"), and I recognized some real-life names that she drops along the way -- but Sylvere is real, Dick is real (& apparently threatened legal action over the publication of this book).  Some of the content has been fictionalized, but still...!

I understand this book was recently adapted for television/video viewing by Amazon, with Kevin Bacon as Dick (!), Griffin Dunne as Sylvere and Kathryn Hahn as Chris.  Has anyone seen it?

This is book #29 that I have read in 2019 to date, bringing me to 121% (!) of my 2019 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 24 books.  I have completed my challenge for the year -- currently five (5) books beyond my  goal -- and I have surpassed my reading total for 2018 by 2 books.  :)

Monday, August 19, 2019

#MicroblogMondays: Tips for better reading

Have any of you read any books by Gretchen Rubin?  Her first and probably best-known book is "The Happiness Project," which I started reading some years ago but haven't finished. She's also the author of (among other volumes) "The Four Tendencies," which examines how people respond to inner and outer expectations according to their personality type: Upholder, Questioner, Obliger and Rebel.

I haven't read that book either (yet?), but I have done the quiz on her website and determined that I am a classic Obliger ( = people pleaser). Obligers "meet outer expectations, but struggle to meet the inner expectations they impose on themselves."

This week on her blog, Gretchen talked about the Four Tendencies in terms of reading, and helping us to read more. According to Gretchen:
Obligers need outer accountability to meet inner expectations. Crucial! To read more, join a book group. Tell your children you're going to read the books assigned in their classes, so you can discuss the books as a family. Use the library, so you have to finish a book to return it by its due date. Use the Goodreads Reading Challenge to challenge yourself in public to read a certain number of books in a year.
I had to laugh, because -- the "tell your children" suggestion aside, obviously -- I am doing just about all of these things.  And I've already reached my Goodreads Reading Challenge total for the year, so I guess I'm doing something right.  Read Gretchen's blog to find the reading tips for your own personality type!

In a similar vein, the New York Times is also offering a seven-day program of tips on how to be a better reader. Follow the link to sign up for the emails!

Here's a post from last year where I offered my own thoughts on what helps me read more books.

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Monday, August 12, 2019

#MicroblogMondays: Signs I'm getting older


  • I threw my back out a few days ago (& despite warm showers, Robax, heating pads, arnica & essential oil rubs, it's still not back to normal). :p 
  • My left knee has been giving me grief for several years now. 
  • Dh & I yell "What?" "WHAT?? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" to each other from separate rooms. ;)  
  • It's been a while since I had a decent night's sleep. :p  
  • I still carry cash (& use it for most purchases under about $30). 
  • We still have (& use) a landline. 
  • I gave my vinyl collection to our nephew, but I still buy & listen to music on CDs and radio vs digital/streaming. 
  • I wear sensible shoes and won't even look at anything with a heel more than an inch high, even for dressy wear. 
  • I'm seeing styles in the stores that I wore when I was in high school, 40+ years ago. 
  • Another one of my high school classmates passed away recently. :( 
  • My friends are all becoming grandmothers. 
  • If we're not talking about children/grandchildren, we're talking about our aging parents and what to do with them (if we're still lucky enough to have them). 

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Sunday, August 11, 2019

"Freedom Day," 5 years later

(I wrote this post on July 22nd, while I was on vacation... and forgot about it, in my drafts folder. I'm posting it now, because it still says something I wanted to say, albeit belated. Also, it's 33 years ago today that I joined the company! -- = I got let go just short of my 28th anniversary there.)

Five years ago today, I lost my job.

It's a blow to the ego (not to mention the pocketbook) to find out you're not wanted anymore, that all your years of loyal service and accumulated institutional knowledge weren't enough. (What STILL irks me is that I rearranged my vacation plans that summer, specifically at my boss's request, and took my holidays earlier in July, instead of later (as usual), because my colleague was heading off on maternity leave in early August "and we're going to need you then." I returned to work on Monday, and lost my job on Tuesday. I am sure the plans for this mass downsizing -- five of us from the same department lost our jobs that day -- were in the works well before I went on vacation.  My pregnant colleague actually gave birth, slightly prematurely, that same day the job cuts came down. She kept her job and is one of the few people from my department who is still there.)

For a long time afterward, any time that I was downtown and walking through the underground PATH concourse linking all the major office towers, I would take great pains & circuitous routes to avoid walking through the concourse of the building where I'd worked for more than 25 years. I just didn't want to run into anyone I had known, or endure the awkward conversation that would follow (not unlike the days, weeks & months after I returned to work, following Katie's stillbirth).

These days, I don't bother avoiding my former workplace (although I don't make a point of going there either). I don't worry running into people I know there anymore -- mostly because I realized that so many of them are gone too -- after further rounds of staffing reductions, reorganizations and just plain attrition & retirements over the past five years.

When she heard my news, my sister -- who had lost HER job some years previously (when the bank she worked for shut down her entire unit and transferred all the jobs to Calgary & Edmonton) -- assured me, "There will come a day when you too will celebrate ______bank Freedom Day."

That day has come. ;)

I miss (some of) the people I worked with. I miss being downtown, sometimes. (And yes, I'm still somewhat pissed off, sometimes.)  But I don't miss the stress of work, or working, or commuting. And while childlessness is not something I actively chose, early retirement would likely not have been possible, had we had children we were still feeding, clothing and educating.

These past five years of early retirement have gone by quickly. There have been a lot of changes in my life since then. I'm fast approaching (BIG GULP) 60.  We haven't travelled as much as I'd hoped we would (yet?!). 

But so far, so good. :)

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

21

New ornament I brought for Katie's niche
this morning,
along with the usual flowers. Inscription reads
"A daughter is heaven sent." 
She'd be 21 -- if not today (the day I delivered her), in November, when she was supposed to arrive. She'd be "legal" just about everywhere now -- officially an adult -- able to drink in bars, to gamble, to vote, to (gulp) get married without her father's & my consent. (Older than my mother was when she got married!!) Getting ready to head off for university or college (if her father & I had anything to say about it, anyway, lol) -- her fourth & possibly final year.

Beyond this point, the picture gets a bit hazy.  It's easy to imagine what your kids would be doing & saying when they're younger, in school, and all their peers are doing the same sorts of things. Once they get older, past high school, and develop minds and personalities and lives of their own, it becomes a bit harder to keep tabs on them (whether they're alive OR dead, right?).

A few weeks ago, my cousin's 21-year-old daughter (born in March 1998) popped by my dad's 80th birthday party in the city to say hello (both her dad/my cousin, and her grandma/my aunt/my dad's sister, were there, as well as most of her great-aunts & uncles on her dad's side). She works & lives in another western Canadian city these days with her boyfriend, but was home for a visit. I had a hard time reconciling the image of this grown-up, independent young woman with who my daughter (her second cousin) might be right now. The thought that perhaps she & Katie might have looked a bit like each other too -- people have told me I look like her grandma/my aunt (and the older I get the more I see it) -- blew my mind.

Many of the rituals that got us through August 7th during those first difficult years have drifted by the wayside.  We haven't ordered in Chinese food, or gone out for Dairy Queen Blizzards, in years, nor have I gone through my box of keepsakes in a while or made a donation in her memory or posted her story on my pregnancy loss list (which actually doesn't exist anymore).  But we did take roses to the cemetery this morning (and then went for lunch and a bookstore browse in our old neighbourhood). I am satisfied.

I am doing OK.  My grief these days is much more muted/low-key than it would have been 20, 15, 10 years ago. So many years have passed now, & so many tears.

I feel mostly sadness. And fatigue (I need a nap!! lol)  And gratitude.  For my husband. For my daughter's brief existence, and what she gave us. For all of you who have supported us during these past 21 years (including 11+ years on this blog). Thank you.

(I have not heard anything about Older Nephew's Wife's ob-gyn visit today -- assuming she's already gone -- it's mid-afternoon here right now.  I will assume that no news is good news, and continue to hope and pray that things continue to go well...!)

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Social media minefields

I was not an early adopter of social media, and I was a bit leery about it all at first -- still am, about certain aspects of it -- but I've come to enjoy being in closer touch with far-flung family members & friends, seeing their photos & sharing mine.

Long before Facebook & Instagram, I've always loved taking & looking at family photos, and appreciated the important role they play. I used to get doubles of all my prints & share them with the other people pictured (my mom, my SIL, my coworkers), especially when there were children involved, and people always seemed to appreciate it. When digital photography arrived, and email and photo-sharing sites like Flickr & Photobucket became popular, I shared photos that way. I've long been known as "the family photographer" in both my own family & dh's. BIL, SIL & the nephews have all said they would not have any photos of the boys' childhoods if it wasn't for me & my ever-present camera.

Dh thinks I overshare at times. I tell him he needs to see some of my friends' feeds, lol.  I don't post every day, and I don't post photos of everything I take. (I will admit to going overboard on special occasions -- our nephews' wedding albums on FB, for example, each contain more than 100 photos -- and there are many more on my laptop hard drive!)  If someone (like my sister) asks me not to share their photos on social media, I try to respect that. If they're not on social media themselves, or if I'm not sure they would be OK with me sharing photos of them or their family (especially their children),  I will usually ask.

As an example, I already wrote about the gender reveal party for Older Nephew & his wife's baby, and how I was asked not to post any photos on social media until after the separate reveal party for her family.  I already knew about the separate party & assumed that sharing anything before then would be verboten.

Sunday, we were at BIL's celebrating Younger Nephew's birthday. Before we brought out the cake, SIL asked me if I would mind not posting anything -- at least anything that would indicate we'd had a party. She hadn't invited some members of her family -- she figured they would be away for the long weekend anyway -- but thought they might take offense if they realized we'd been partying without them. I agreed, of course, and I haven't posted anything yet. I didn't get that many photos that were visibly birthday-related anyway (cake, presents, etc.).  I think I'm just going to post a few funny photos I took of the dog, which should be harmless enough. (I hope.)

I did feel a little taken aback, though (especially after I was asked not to post about the gender reveal party too) -- and I wondered if I've posted something that inadvertently hurt or offended someone in the past.  As I said before, I try to be careful & considerate about these things.  I wrote a post a few weeks ago about my trepidation about the coincidence in timing between pregnant Niece-in-Law's first ob-gyn visit & the 21st anniversary of Katie's stillbirth (coming up tomorrow) & whether I should post anything on social media to mark the day. (Still thinking about that...)

As another example, we wound up spending most of last Saturday at dh's cousin's house nearby (with a pool & a lovely patio), along with BIL & SIL and several other cousins -- but not all of them. It was kind of an impromptu thing, where one cousin called another, and they called another cousin, and so on & so on.  Most there were local, but a few came from further afield.  I took a few photos, and posted one.  I wondered as I did so whether I should -- since the cousins that hadn't gotten a call might see it and wonder why they were left out. The photo I posted included dh & two of the cousins who also live locally, and I made sure to refer to the impromptu nature of the gathering -- i.e., this was not something we'd planned without the others.  (So far, no fallout.)

But then I think about how often I see stuff from my friends & relatives that makes ME go "ouch" (when I'm sure they don't have a clue that that would be my reaction, or anyone else's). (And I'm not even talking about anything remotely politically related, lol.) Example:  a meme posted by at least two mom friends over the past week which reads "My biggest accomplishment will never be money.  It'll be who I raised."  A reminder I didn't need, especially this week!

I'm not sure what the answer is -- but I do know that life is both richer AND a lot more complicated since social media arrived on the scene....

Monday, August 5, 2019

#MicroblogMondays: Odds & ends

  • (SPOILER ALERT) I binge-watched three episodes (#8, #9 & #10) of "The Handmaid's Tale"(season 3) back-to-back-to-back last Thursday night, catching up before episode #11 aired last night. I was a bit taken aback when a stillbirth occurred in episode 8.  It's not something we've seen in the TV version of the story -- although  I remember from the book that it was not an uncommon thing in Gilead, possibly because of the same environmental disasters that also increased infertility.  While the other Handmaids in attendance immediately flocked around the birth mother (Ofandy) to comfort her (a natural response, I suppose), June was the only one to venture over to look at the poor silent little baby, left alone in its container.  It made me sad. (Also perhaps a bit envious, that Ofandy got so much immediate support. Her Commander's Wife too, I'm sure.)  I am glad I had the opportunity to see & hold my own baby and to say goodbye (a while after delivery, when I was ready to do so). 
  • Not sure if the timing of watching this episode was good or bad:  today (today!!) is 21 years (!!) since that fateful day that I went to my 6-month ob-gyn checkup and had my world collapse around me when the doctor couldn't find my baby's heartbeat. (I am doing OK.)  Wednesday will be 21 years since I delivered her.  It will also be Older Nephew's Wife's 6-month first visit with her own ob-gyn, as I wrote here.  Prayers & positive thoughts for her & their baby boy would be appreciated. 
  • I nominated this post from An Unexpected Family Outing for the Stirrup Queen's Friday Roundup Second Helpings recently, and thought it was worth sharing here too. It's something that's always kind of irked me, that I've written about in a couple of previous posts (like this one & this one). 
You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Right now

Right now... (an occasional meme, alternating from time to time with "The Current")

Reading:  I read 6 (!) books in July (all reviewed here on my blog). I generally do get several books read during a vacation, but it's been quite a while since I racked up 6 books in one month...!  :)   

My Goodreads 2019 Reading Challenge YTD total now stands at 28 books -- four more than my goal of 24 (117%).  :)

I missed the July meeting of my library book club;  there is no meeting in August.... not sure what September's selection will be.  


Current reads:  

(Some) recent purchases/additions to the TBR pile: 
Watching:  No movies in July (of course, we were away for three of the four weekends in the month).  Looking forward to seeing "Blinded by the Light" later this month!  Hoping to catch up on the three episodes I missed from season 3 of "The Handmaid's Tale" before episode 11 airs on Sunday night here.  Otherwise, not a lot of "must see TV" at the moment...  

Listening: To Stingray's Classic Rock channel (currently playing Pink Floyd as I type ;)  ). I have a backlog of podcasts to catch up on. 


Drinking/Eating:  My dad's garden got planted late because of the cold, wet spring, & thus wasn't quite ready for eating while we were there. :(  Fortunately, new potatos, carrots & yellow wax beans were available from the local farmers' market. We all hoovered them up!  Yum!!

Buying (besides books, lol):  Not much lately (not much shopping in smalltown Manitoba, lol). My sister & I bought our parents gift cards to the local grocery store for dad's birthday/their wedding anniversary, and to help defray the cost of feeding us while we're there.  


Wearing:  Lots of shorts & tank tops to help stay cool in the summer heat & humidity. Thinking about what to wear for Older Nephew's Wife's baby shower in September. 


Trying:  Not to think about Katie's day/Older Nephew's Wife's obstetrician appointment (both happening next Wednesday). 


Planning:  What I want to do that day. 

Fuming:  SIL (who was let go from her executive assistant job of 28 years last year, after her boss died at a far-too-young age) has been working in a warehouse doing manual labour for minimum wage for the past nine months. She happily quit that job a few weeks ago when she was offered an administrative job in a small office.  After a little more than a week... she was let go!!  The boss/owner told her it "wasn't a good fit."  So now she's unemployed again. Grrrrr.....

Wanting:  A decent night's sleep (hmmm, I think I've used this one before, lol...!).  

Feeling: Sad to leave my parents again, but happy to be back home & back to our regular routines. 

Loving:  Summer, when the sun is shining but it's not too terribly hot or humid outside, and I don't have to bother with coats, hats, gloves, boots, etc., before venturing outside. 

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

More vacation reads :)

I have to admit I was hesitant about buying "City of Girls," the new novel by Elizabeth Gilbert (of "Eat Pray Love" fame).  I thought I could probably wait for the paperback. I also tend to be a bit leery about jumping onto bandwagons, and this book was getting a lot of buzz.

But then the local megabookstore priced it at $25 (which is not much more than the paperback would cost, especially when you factor in my 10% iRewards card discount).  And then it was chosen as the July selection for the Gateway Women private community's book club. I bought the book, and brought it with me to my parents' house to read while on vacation.

My BCR-related books (see previous post) took a little longer to read than I had anticipated. I had four days to get through "City of Girls"'s 470 pages before our GW book club discussion on Saturday afternoon. I'm a fairly fast reader, especially when I'm enjoying a book, and have a lot of uninterrupted time.  But staying with my aging parents, my time is not always my own. And to be honest, while I thought  the book was incredibly well written right from the start -- the dialogue is fabulous, the characters are brilliantly drawn & the descriptions of New York City theatre life in the 1940s are cinematically vivid -- it took a while for the story to really grab me.

I kept waiting for something dramatic to HAPPEN (as promised in the cover flap copy) -- which it eventually does, about halfway through the book. From there on in, things picked up, and so did the speed at which I tore through the pages. I finished the book on Friday afternoon. 

"City of Girls" is the story of Vivian Morris, a Vassar dropout who goes to stay with her Aunt Peg in New York.  Peg is the owner/operator of the rundown Lily Playhouse in midtown Manhattan, where Vivian puts her skills as a seamstress to use during the day and parties with the showgirls after the evening's performance, long into the night. Then the war intervenes, as well as a scandal that threatens everything Vivian has loved and worked for.

It takes a while to answer the central question that's posed in the book's beginning -- there's a lot of preamble to get through first! -- but the story builds to an ending that had me feeling both warm & a bit teary.

Childlessness is not a major theme here, but (mild spoiler alert)  the heroine is single & childless -- and happily so (as is Gilbert), which is one reason why it was selected for our GW book club (rule #1:  no miracle babies!). I loved seeing Vivian come into her own, defy the conventions of the time, and build a satisfying career and life for herself.

A solid four stars on Goodreads.

(Our GW book club discussion on Saturday wound up being just me & Jody Day, who also loved the book.  Guess summer is a busy time, even when you don't have kids (contrary to some opinions)!)

*** *** ***

I'm still thinking about "Little Fires Everywhere" by Celeste Ng, which I read for my library book club a few months ago -- and since then, I've been eyeing Ng's first book, Everything I Never Told You. I picked up a paperback copy & took it on vacation with me, starting it near the end of our stay with my parents & finishing it on the plane ride home.

I'm going to be thinking about this one for a long time too. 

Like "Little Fires," "Everything I Never Told You" opens  with a dramatic scene (a house burning down/a dead girl) and then takes us back through the complex layers of one family's story, revealing what happened and why.

Lydia Lee was the favourite child, the (seemingly) perfect daughter -- and now she's dead, her body fished out of a pond near the family's Ohio home in the mid-1970s.  How did she get there?

Her Chinese-born father, James, hoped that Lydia would be the popular kid he never was. Her American mother, Marilyn, who dropped out of college for marriage & motherhood, hoped Lydia would be the doctor she never got to be. Meanwhile, her older brother, Nathan, struggles to reconcile his love & grief for his sister with his resentment of how his parents' focus on Lydia has overshadowed his own achievements and dreams of Harvard and NASA. And little sister Hannah, quiet and overlooked/ignored by the other family members, has secrets of her own she's been keeping...

This is a story about family and family secrets, and how well we know each other (or don't).  It's about trying & failing to living up to expectations (our own & others'), fitting in & being different, and how our actions & choices can reverberate through years & generations in completely unexpected and unanticipated (and unknowable) ways.

Ng is an amazing writer.  I look forward to reading whatever comes next from her!

Four stars on Goodreads. Probably 4.5, if I could give half stars.

These were books #27 & #28 that I have read in 2019 to date, bringing me to 117%!!! of my 2019 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 24 books.  I have completed my challenge for the year -- currently four books beyond my  goal -- and I have surpassed my reading total for 2018.  :) 

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

#MicroblogMondays (on Tuesday): Annoying things


  • Not having much time on my laptop while I was at my parents' house = not much time blogging, or reading/commenting on others' blogs. 
  • Dealing with aging parents who are set in their ways & constantly bickering with each other, for two solid weeks (I think I made the right call in not staying an extra week, as my dad suggested...!).  (There WAS good stuff about our trip too, but it WAS exhausting, dealing with all the family tensions!) 
  • Enduring my parents' taste in TV programs (heavy on game shows & crime dramas, not to mention the soap opera "The Young & The Restless" -- and, perhaps worst of all, "Love Island"!!). Did I mention there are three TVs in the house (kitchen, living room & basement family room) -- often all playing at once, different programs, at top volume?? (even when nobody's actually watching) (Plus the radio in my parents' bedroom, which is often on & playing CBC Radio too, whether or not anyone is actually in there??) 
  • My parents have a fairly basic cable TV package & not-exactly-high speed Internet (although fibre optic phone, Internet & TV services will be arriving in their small rural town soon), so I wasn't able to keep up with "The Handmaid's Tale" while I was away. I have three episodes to catch up on before #11 airs here next Sunday. 
  • Arriving for lunch at the tearoom in a nearby town with my mother, sister & dh -- only to find a sign posted on the door advising it will be closing its doors at the end of August. :(  The current owner has tried for some time to find a buyer for the business, but no takers. The building and land have been sold, presumably for redevelopment.  We've been going to this place for years & years (more than 20, I am sure, because I can remember being there with my grandmother). The food is fabulous (breakfast & lunch menu -- soups, sandwiches, salads) and the desserts are to die for. We managed to get back for a second visit before we left.  
  • Trying to readjust after arriving home late yesterday afternoon (which is why this #MM post is coming on Tuesday, lol). Dh is happy to be back in our own space & has been full of chatter & things we need to do (stop by BIL's to pick up the keys, go grocery shopping & to the bookstore, empty the suitcases & return them to the storage locker downstairs, etc.)... while I am tired and feeling out of sorts and just want (NEED) some quiet time to readjust. 
  • The heat & humidity here is awful. :p 
  • The roadwork outside our building continues, with horribly congested traffic as a result. :p  
  • Condo owners' meeting next week about another (!) special levy, approved by the board of directors. This will be the second one since we moved here three years ago (the building is only about four years old).  The original property managers were completely inept -- they've since been ousted, but we're still paying for their mistakes and trying to get the building onto on a firm financial footing. 
  • Bloglovin has been on the fritz for the past 48 hours, on both laptop & phone app, which has been happening with greater frequency lately, it seems (and I'm not the only one who's noticed). I know it's usually quieter in blogland over the weekend than during the week, but this was unusually quiet, with only a handful of updates posted between Saturday night and Tuesday morning.  There have been a few more updates since then, but I know there should be more in my feed than what's there.  Grrrrr.... 
    • I know some of you use Feedly, so I downloaded that to my phone as an alternative/backup. (I also did a copy & paste of the blogs in my Bloglovin feed into a Word doc, so I at least have a record of what's there.)  Unfortunately, while it was easy to import my dearly departed Google Reader feed to Bloglovin, there doesn't seem to be an easy way to EXport my Bloglovin feed en masse to Feedly... I suppose I am going to have to do this one by one.  Did I mention I have more than 500 blogs on Bloglovin?? (albeit not all of them active)   
  • The number on the scale this morning. :(  
  • Too much to do, and not enough time or energy at the moment to do it all.  
You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Vacation reads

I was looking for something light to read on the plane trip west as we travelled to visit my parents recently.  (I'm still here! -- writing this in fits & starts as limited computer time allows...!)  Maybe I was feeling a bit nostalgic at the idea of heading "home," with its memories of the past, but I wound up picking "I Ran With The Gang: My Life In and Out of the Bay City Rollers" by Alan Longmuir with Martin Knight.  I finished it after we got to Mom & Dad's, later that night. :)

I've written on this blog before about the Bay City Rollers -- the Backstreet Boys/N'Sync/One Direction/etc. of my day -- and my teenaged obsession with them. Coincidentally, as I read this book, I realized it was exactly one year & one day since Alan's funeral. I wrote about his passing, my reaction to it and my BCR memories here.

It's not a long book, and it's padded with other material, including an introduction from the ghostwriter  explaining how he came to write the book with Alan, a vintage 1975 story from Melody Maker about the Rollers at the height of their fame in Britain, and an afterword by Liam Rudden, the author of "And I Ran With the Gang," the autobiographical show about Alan's life and the Bay City Rollers that was performed for several years at the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh and other cities.

There are no huge revelations here, nor much dirt being dished. Alan glosses over his reported suicide attempt as untrue and a story fabricated by their manager, Tam Paton;  as well as his brother Derek's arrest on child pornography charges (the photos belonged to a friend).  He does admit to having had a drinking problem.  He says he can't speak for the other members of the band, but says that while Paton was indeed something of a bully and a dictator -- "a good man gone bad" -- he only ever put the moves on him once (a hand on the knee while they were in a car together). Alan told him to "f*** off" and that was the end of that.

I will admit to reaching for the Kleenex a couple of times, particularly in the spots where Alan expresses his hopes for the future -- a better relationship with his son, for one. After years of legal battles with their record company & business managers, the Rollers did eventually receive a (small) financial settlement recently. "Now... a blockage has been cleared and royalties should flow, which is something," Alan says, towards the book's end.
I'm hoping someone will make new blockbuster film called Bye Bye Baby and use all our songs as the soundtrack. Hopefully, long, long after I've gone, a cheque will drop every six months through the front doors of my loved ones. It might not be much. But they might think 'Good old Alan. He's got us a pint or two there.' 
(sniffle)

There was also this:
...my twilight years are proving to be a voyage of joyous discovery. It would be the icing on this wonderful cake if us creaking old Rollers could lay our ghosts to rest, rise above all the old rubbish and come together one last time, and not let the music die. That would delight me. After all, we are not getting any younger and one of us will be the first to go, and statistically that's me! 
He's gone now -- far too soon, at the age of 70. I'm very sad that reunion will never happen (although -- to the other guys -- it's never too late...!). But I got the feeling he was a happy man when he died -- that he had made peace with his past -- and I am glad for that. I am also glad he was persuaded to tell his story for the Fringe Festival play and to write this book. It brought back a lot of fond memories.

*** *** ***

Having finished Alan's book, I was in a BCR mood (lol) & so I immediately plunged into another BCR-related book in my to-read pile.

"When the Screaming Stops: The Dark History of the Bay City Rollers" by Simon Spence is indeed a much darker book.  At almost 600 (!!) pages, it is a detailed history of the band (perhaps almost too detailed -- it could have used a good edit) -- from its beginnings in the Longmuir family's living room to the present (the book was published in October 2016). Gigs, tours, recording sessions, television appearances and business deals are described in sometimes exhaustive (and sometimes repetitive) detail.

It's also the rather lurid story of the band's potato salesman-turned-musician-turned manager/Svengali, Tam Paton, and the abuse -- emotional, psychological and sometimes physical (including sexual) -- that he inflicted on the band members and others. Paton was gay, in a society where homosexuality was illegal until just recently -- and he had a particular fondness for young teenaged boys.  (He was also a control freak, and a major drug dealer.) Several of the band members have accused Paton of rape or attempted rape.

It was... interesting -- certainly a very different story from the one I absorbed as a teenager. I've heard some of the stories and accusations about Paton in recent years, and I know the band members have fought bitterly among themselves in recent years. This book brought back some good memories, but also a lot of sadness -- that reality differed so dramatically from the happy image we were presented, that things turned out the way they did, that the band members have so little to show for the millions of records they sold and all they endured. You can't blame them for being bitter, but I'm sad, for them & for us, their fans. All of us deserved better.

I gave "I Ran With the Gang" four stars on Goodreads (non-BCR fans might not rate it quite so generously ;) ) and "When the Screaming Stops" three stars.

Past Bay City Rollers-related posts here.  :)

A great read about the Rollers, from a fan's perspective, that I read several years back (sent to me by a British penpal from those BCR days!):  "Bye Bye Baby:  My Tragic Love Affair with the Bay City Rollers" by Caroline Sullivan.

These were books #25 & #26 that I have read in 2019 to date, bringing me to 108%!!! of my 2019 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 24 books.  I have now completed my challenge for the year, two above goal. :) (Anything I manage to read after this will be gravy, lol.)

Monday, July 15, 2019

#MicroblogMondays: It's a....





BOY!!!
(great-nephew :) )

We went to a gender reveal party for Older Nephew & Pregnant Wife's baby on the July (Canada Day) long weekend -- the first one we've ever been to.

It's taken me this long to post about it (aside from a brief, non-revelatory post after the fact), partly because they wound up having not just one but TWO reveal parties -- one for our side of the family, and one for the mother-to-be's side, two weeks later. It turned out both SIL (the grandmother-to-be) & dh & I were going to be away for that mid-July date -- hence, the decision to hold two parties. I promised I wouldn't post any photos on social media until the second party was over (this past weekend).  It's doubtful, of course, that anyone involved would be reading this blog (at least, I hope not...!) -- but I decided to honour the embargo here too, just in case...!

*** *** ***

The party was preceded by more than little family drama.  Just to backtrack a bit: we already knew the baby is a boy before the party. :)

I found out by accident two weeks earlier. We were at BIL's on Father's Day, and Nephew's Pregnant Wife was talking about registries & what to register for and looking at stuff on her phone. I get marketing emails from Toys/Babies R Us, and the next evening, I saw one & thought, "Hmmm, I think I'll take a peek and see what she's got in her registry so far."  It took me about three seconds to find her registry -- and what do you know? Along with the due date, etc., there was a message: "IT'S A BOY!"  

I almost started laughing, because -- as you might remember -- I found out she was pregnant from a Pinterest notification. :)  Really, people need to be more careful about the stuff they put online, if want it to be a secret...!  Or maybe I just need to be less nosy??  ;)  (Research always WAS my forte, both at school & at work...!)

I resolved to try to keep my mouth shut & not tell dh, because I knew he'd tell BIL, & then BIL would tell everyone else. (As I've written here before, many times I'm sure! NONE of the men in that family, from my late FIL to dh & BIL to our two nephews, can keep a secret to save their lives!)

But then, a few days later, dh mentioned wanting to look at the baby registry... I guess he could see something in my face, because he started bugging me: "What? What??"  I figured if he was hellbent on looking at the registry, he was going to find out sooner vs later... So I caved and told him.  "I'm getting as bad as you & your brother!"  I said.  We'd all been under the impression it was a girl (or maybe it was wishful thinking??) -- Nephew would start to giggle when we'd ask -- he's as good as his dad & uncle when it comes to keeping secrets ;)  -- so we figured that was a sure sign.  ;)  Dh worried that SIL -- who was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of a granddaughter, after growing up with two brothers and raising two boys -- might not be able to hide her disappointment after the reveal at the party.

On the Saturday a week before the party, dh, BIL, SIL & I went to the mall, and SIL & I ducked into a store to browse. When we came out, dh & BIL were talking excitedly.  And BIL spilled the beans to SIL.  Like dh, he thought she should know before the party.  She DID look a bit disappointed -- but I think she was mostly pissed off that BIL once again failed to keep a secret (!) -- not to mention he couldn't resist rubbing it in about getting a grandson and how "boys are better than girls;  they're less trouble."  :p 

"You told him!!"  I accused dh. Nope, apparently BIL saw Nephew with a baby boy's hat he'd ordered online, and heard that Nephew's boss's son was going to pass along baby clothes to them. (They'd had a boy.)  Nephew more or less admitted to BIL that it was a boy after that, but begged him not to let Pregnant Wife know he knew before the party.  BIL told dh first, and dh told him we already knew too.

At any rate, SIL's dad (the baby's great-grandfather), her two brothers & (other) SIL, stepMIL & stepSIL, who were also at the party, didn't know and so it was a surprise for them. (Not sure whether Younger Nephew & his wife knew -- if they did, they kept quiet about it!)

I'd kind of been hoping for a girl too... even though the idea of a girl born more or less on Katie's due date, following a pregnancy that's been unfolding in the same time frame as mine, might have been (MIGHT have?? -- okay, WOULD have been...) more painful to live with. A boy won't have quite the same resonance.... but that may ultimately be a good thing. Different gender, different outcome (I hope & pray...!)?  And less of a reminder in the future too. 

And, as I told Older Nephew as I hugged him in congratulations, "Well, we've already had two pretty cute little boys in the family, and they both turned out pretty well!"  ;) 

Anyway.

Now we know.

Let the shopping begin!!  ;)  (lol) 

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

(I know this post wasn't very "micro," but it's the only draft I had anywhere near ready to go, lol.)  

Friday, July 12, 2019

"The Hot Young Widows Club" by Nora McInerny

Two of the best books I've read so far this year were written by Nora McInerny, host of the podcast "Terrible, Thanks for Asking" (which I still need to actually listen to)"It's Okay to Laugh (Crying Is Cool Too)" and  "No Happy Endings"  (which I reviewed here and here)

So when I heard Nora had published yet another new book recently -- "The Hot Young Widows Club" (which is also the name of the online support group Nora co-founded) -- I went in search of it (and eventually found a copy, in the death & grieving section of the local mega-bookstore).

As a brief summary:  in 2014, when she was 31, Nora lost her second pregnancy, her father (to cancer) and her 35-year-old husband (to brain cancer), all within the space of six weeks. Since then, she's made a career out of talking to other people about their hardest life experiences, and helping us all deal better with grief and loss.

In her previous two books, Nora told her own story and shared some of the things she's learned over the past few years. In this book, she distills and shares that hard-earned wisdom, with topics that include "am I grieving right?", "I feel like I'm losing my mind," things you can do to help someone through their grief, loss of relationships after a loss, the importance of showing up, empathy and listening, tips for your post-death to-do (and not-to-do) list, self care, and much, much more.

You don't have to be a widow (let alone young, or hot!) to read this book or to get something out of it. You just have to be human. As the copy on the inside flap of the book says: 
Welcome to the Hot Young Widows Club. Maybe you haven't lost a spouse (yet!). That's okay. This book is a club of its own. Not just for those who have survived a spouse, but for anyone who has loved someone who died, or who has loved someone who has loved someone who died. It's for anyone who currently loves someone who will die, or who knows a person who loves someone who will die. Like it or not, you'll join it someday. 
This is a TED book, an expansion of Nora's TED talk from earlier this year, which is also fabulous and which I highly recommend watching. I was surprised at what a small, slim little volume it was -- under 100 pages -- but it is chock full of wisdom (and Nora's trademark humour) in every page. (I almost felt guilty for counting it for my reading challenge... until I remembered that I also read all 448 pages of the Mueller Report, lol.) 

I gave it 5 stars on Goodreads. This would make an excellent little gift for anyone you know who has been recently bereaved in some way, or for someone who is supporting someone who has been recently bereaved. If you don't feel like your own grief is being properly supported by the people around you, hand them this book. :) 

This was book #24 that I have read in 2019 to date, bringing me to 100%!!! of my 2019 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 24 books.  I have now completed my challenge for the year, 12 books ahead of schedule! :) (Anything I manage to read after this will be gravy, lol.)  

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The universe is screwing with me, big time

If you're a regular reader of my blog, you'll know that our Older Nephew & his wife are expecting their first child -- our first great-niece/nephew (gender soon to be revealed here! ;)  ).  And that her due date is exactly ONE DAY apart from my own, 21 years ago (November 15, 2019 vs November 14, 1998) -- meaning I am going through this pregnancy with her, reliving my own doomed pregnancy in the exact same time frame.

It's been hard at times -- but the hardest part -- getting through that first week of August, and August 5th & 7th in particular (the day I learned Katie's heart had stopped beating, and the day I delivered her -- the "official" date that's on all the paperwork) -- is yet to come.

And it just got harder.

She's had some difficulty making the transition from her family doctor's care to an ob-gyn -- her original choice was booked solid and not taking any more patients at the moment -- but she was finally able to get a referral and an appointment to another ob-gyn.

JUST GUESS when her first appointment is.

Yep -- August 7th.

This obviously adds to the my levels of anxiety on their behalf around those dates.  It amps up the emotions & stress I'm generally feeling around then.  It also adds a certain level of guilt to anything I want to share about my/our own thoughts & activities to remember our daughter then.

I don't often mention Katie, our loss (or pg loss in general), or our involuntary childlessness on social media (let alone "in real life" conversations with non-ALI friends & family members) -- but there are a few times during the year that I feel compelled/entitled to do so:  Mother's & Father's Day. Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day/Month in October. Sometimes around what should have been her birthday in November.

And August 7th.

Now I'm feeling like I can't do anything, at least this year. If I post anything on THIS August 7th, it will only serve to remind our niece and nephew (not to mention BIL & SIL) that not all pregnancies have a happy outcome, and increase their anxiety around this initial ob-gyn visit/checkup. Of course, they already know what happened to us -- they know about pregnancy loss, in a theoretical way (just like we all did, until it actually happened to us...!) -- but would posting about our daughter then be like rubbing it in their faces at a critical time? BIL keeps saying he just wants them to "relax" and warns all of us not to do or say anything that will stress them out too much. I don't believe he was thinking of dh & me or talking about Katie specifically -- but I'm sure anything I say or post that day might well be taken the wrong way.

If it were anyone else but our nephew & his wife, I wouldn't be so anxiety-laden on this point -- but I adore those kids and would never want to do anything to hurt them or add to their stress levels right now.

(I suppose I could still post something, and fiddle with the privacy settings to prevent them & other family members from seeing it -- but I've never done that before, and it seems rather complicated.)

I kicked dh under the table when the date was mentioned. He didn't clue in WHY I did that until later, when I mentioned this to him (duh -- men!!).  He reminded me that, apart from some headaches, nausea and heartburn, and one fall, over a month ago, she's had a much better/far more normal pregnancy so far than I did. (By this point in my pregnancy, we knew things were not progressing normally... things were very much up in the air.) The baby has been healthy & growing at every ultrasound & checkup so far. The mom is already much bigger than I was at this point. That's all good. There's absolutely no logical reason to believe that the similarity in dates means the outcomes will be similar too. (In fact, there's a huge part of me that believes that OF COURSE, things will be fine -- everyone ELSE due on/around Nov. 15th gets to walk away with a live, healthy baby -- just not me.)

It's just hard. :(

No doubt there will be more anxiety-laden posts to come from me between now & August 7th.  (I'm grateful that we're going to be away for 2+ weeks between now & then -- out of sight, out of mind? -- although I'm sure it's going to hit me big time when we get back...!) Thanks in advance for your patience & any support you can lend between now & then (as well as prayers & positive vibes for the parents-to-be & their baby, of course).

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

"Mrs. Tim Gets a Job" by D.E. Stevenson

Over the past year, my D.E. Stevenson online fan/reading group has been making its way through the author's four popular, semi-autobiographical "Mrs. Tim" books, interspersing them with other books by the author (to give people a break from Mrs. Tim and the diary format, which some group members enjoy and others don't). So far, we've read "Mrs. Tim of the Regiment" (first published in 1932), in which we were introduced to Mrs. Tim (Hester) Christie, her British army officer husband Tim, their two young children Bryan & Betty, and other friends;  and "Mrs. Tim Carries On," first published in 1941, which brings Hester & family into 1940 and the Second World War. 

The third volume in the series, "Mrs. Tim Gets a Job," was first published in 1947. The war is over, but Tim is still in Egypt. Bryan and Betty are both off at boarding school, and the lease on the family's home is being terminated by the landlord. Where will Hester go and what will she do?  Fate intervenes in the form of a job offer, helping the prickly Miss Erica Clutterbuck -- a friend of Hester's friend Grace -- run a small hotel out of her ancestral home in Scotland.

Like most of DES's novels, this is a "comfort read" -- short on plot and long on characterization, humour and wonderful descriptions. I enjoyed catching up with Hester and seeing her in this new setting, facing new challenges. Erica Clutterbuck (what a name!) is a wonderful character whose bark turns out to be worse than her bite. And Tony Morley (now a Brigadier, and still obviously carrying a torch for Hester) drops by for an unexpected brief visit.

We're also privy to Hester's thoughts and some interesting discussions on a number of different subjects. For example, Hester finds herself debating the American vs British definition of happiness with an American hotel guest (which several Goodreads reviewers have commented on -- is happiness a right or a privilege?).

Hester -- who was initially ambivalent about taking on a job and doubtful of her qualifications -- unleashes a surprisingly spirited feminist (for the day) rant directed at Tony, who voices his strong disapproval of her job:
"I don't like it at all!"  exclaims Tony suddenly.  
"I like it quite a lot, Tony."  
"Nonsense," he says. "There is no need for it. Tim said I was to make you chuck it."  
"Why?"  
"It's most unsuitable," says Tony, looking down his nose.  
"You're old-fashioned, that's what's the matter with you. You're the sort of man who likes a woman to sit with her lily-white hands folded in her lap -- or embroidering a tapestry -- while her lord and master rides out to do battle in her honour."  
Tony says he didn't know he was that sort of man.  
"Well, you are!" I cry in annoyance. "You would have liked to find me at Winfield, dropping tears over my needle-work -- you know you would!"  
Tony says not tears.  
"Tears," I repeat angrily. "Tears and idleness and lily-white hands. What sort of life is that for an active woman?"  
Tony says it sounds a trifle dull, but --  
"Of course it's dull -- dull as dishwater!  Isn't it a hundred times better to do something useful? How would you like to have nothing to do, day after day, except cook and dust the drawing room?"   
(From Thursday, 4th April) 
(A small point of order:  Hester, like many women of her time & class, actually had household help to do the cooking & dusting for her -- but you get the idea, lol.)

Tony attends church with Hester and gets into a deep conversation with the minister afterwards about Eastern religions and Taoism in particular. Hester comments on Tony's ability to talk to all sorts of people about all sorts of things. I enjoyed this exchange between them:
"Mr. Weir knew at once that I was really interested and came half-way to meet me. When people go half-way to meet each other something happens -- something important." [Tony says]  
"Yes -- but what is it?" I ask with interest. 
"You give a bit of yourself and receive a bit of the other fellow, and you're both richer... That's one reason why it's worthwhile to be alive," continues Tony. "It's a sort of immortality we can all achieve."  
"Immortality?"  
"Yes. We all want to achieve immortality. We all want to leave our mark upon the world. What use is it to have lived if we leave nothing behind us when we die. One way to achieve immortality is to have children, another is to write or paint -- but not everybody can achieve offspring or works of art." [emphasis mine]
"I'm beginning to see."  
"It's easy," declares Tony. "If we go about the world giving bits of ourselves to people we meet... it's worthwhile having lived... we leave something behind us which goes on -- and on."  
(From Saturday, 6th April) 
Interestingly for me, Erica Clutterbuck claims she doesn't like children (although she winds up getting along famously with Hester's daughter Betty):
"And I might as well warn you," says Erica in her usual downright fashion, "I may as well warn you that I don't like children." 
"You don't -- " 
"No," says Erica firmly. "I can't bear the little darlings. They bore me stiff. You may think this very unnatural -- I can see you do -- but it isn't as unnatural as you might suppose, nor so common. A great many people don't like children, but few have the courage to say so...."
(From Wednesday, 3rd April) 
This seems pretty daring for the mid-1940s (let alone our own times!), doesn't it?

Unfortunately, I felt the book sort of petered out toward the end, with a brief and somewhat unsatisfying visit from Bryan and a rather abrupt conclusion that had me thinking, "That's it??"  This probably knocked a few points off my Goodreads rating.  Three stars.  Nevertheless, it was an enjoyable read from one of my favourite authors.

The fourth and final book in the Mrs. Tim series is "Mrs. Tim Flies Home," from 1952,  Before our group reads that, however, we'll be tackling "Kate Hardy" (1947) -- both books share the post-war setting of "Old Quinings." Unfortunately, this one hasn't been recently reissued, but I managed to obtain a (rather yellowed) used paperback online at a semi-decent price, and look forward to taking part in the discussions about that book this fall.

This was book #23 that I have read in 2019 to date, bringing me to 96% of my 2019 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 24 books.  I am 11 (!!) books ahead of schedule to meet my goal -- one more to go!! :)

Monday, July 8, 2019

#MicroblogMondays: 34

Saturday was our 34th (!) wedding anniversary. We didn't have anything special planned for this year -- no weekends away (although I suppose we could have organized something -- and probably will for next year). A lot going on right now, and I just didn't have the energy.

I wound up making reservations at a nearby Italian restaurant we've been wanting to try for a while now. (If it wasn't for all the construction and traffic hereabouts right now -- plus it was a really hot, humid day -- we could have walked there.)  We live in one of the most Italian areas of Toronto (just outside the city proper, actually), if not all of Canada;  we've been here three years now & -- apart from one fabulous pizzeria we've discovered -- have not yet dined at a proper Italian restaurant (!).  We invited SIL & BIL (who was our best man) to come with us, and we had a really nice time. Dh, SIL & I all had the spaghetti aglia e olio (garlic & olive oil) with rapini, which was wonderful (BIL had risotto). We went to another place afterward for gelato for dessert.

I didn't do a lot of reflection or reminiscing on this anniversary, because we've been so busy -- but I found myself looking at dh & thinking about how very lucky we are to have found each other at a relatively young age (I was 20 & he was 23 when we met, 24 & 27 when we married) & to still be together after 34 years of ups & downs, including stillbirth and infertility.

I know that not all marriages survive these tragedies. I know that not all women who want a partner find one, let alone have the children they hoped for. And even when you do find someone to share your life with, the years pass far too quickly. One of my high school friends lost her husband (about the same age) to cancer last year. Enough said.

I am profoundly grateful.

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts here

Monday, July 1, 2019

Right now

Right now... (an occasional meme, alternating from time to time with "The Current")

Reading:  I read 5 (!) books in June (all reviewed here on my blog):  

My Goodreads 2019 Reading Challenge YTD total now stands at 22 books -- getting closer (92%) to reaching my goal of 24 for the year (already! -- just two more to go!!), and a whopping ELEVEN (!!) books ahead of schedule!

Last week, I attended my fourth meeting of the local library's book club, where we discussed "
The Three Weissmanns of Westport."  I was amused that most of the group members shared my own "meh!" reaction to this selection. ;)  I won't be around for the July meeting, and there is no meeting in August, so our next book & meeting won't be until September.  


(I chose not to read the July selection -- "A Guide for the Perplexed" by Dara Horn -- since there's plenty in my own TBR pile to keep me busy on vacation...!  Has anyone read that one? Should I have taken it out anyway??) 

Current reads:  
  • Mrs. Tim Gets a Job by D.E. Stevenson (for my online D.E. Stevenson book club/fan group --  related past posts here
  • Living the Life Unexpected by Jody Day (for a Gateway Women Community reading group -- we are going through it & discussing it, chapter by chapter, with some video guidance by Jody herself.). I read an earlier version of this book in 2013, "Rocking the Life Unexpected," and reviewed it here. An absolute must-read for anyone struggling with how to build a life without the children we'd wanted/hoped/expected to have. 
(Some) recent purchases/additions to the TBR pile: 
Watching:  We saw not just one, not just two, but THREE movies in June!

The first was "Rocketman," the "musical fantasy"/biopic of Elton John, whose music was a staple of my teenage years in the Seventies. (The guys at my school were CRUSHED when he came out as bisexual in the mid-70s... like the crazy outfits & glasses weren't a clue??  Of course, we were pretty innocent -- stuff like that just was not seen nor talked about back then -- maybe in New York or San Francisco, but definitely not in smalltown Prairie Canada.)  We both enjoyed it a lot.  I have never seen Elton in concert (tried but failed to get tickets to his farewell tour shows here in Toronto), but my sister has two tickets to his farewell tour concert in October, and says one of them is mine if I want it (and want to make another trip home). Dh looked at me as the credits rolled and the house lights came up and said, "You HAVE to go to that concert."  Let's just say I'm leaning heavily toward YES. ;) 

The second movie we saw was "Late Night," with the always-amazing Emma Thompson, in a part written specifically for her by her co-star, Mindy Kaling. Can I just say how great it was to see a woman my own age kicking it onscreen?? I think she deserves, if not an Oscar, at least a nomination. 

And the third was "Yesterday," which I mentioned in my latest #MicroblogMondays post, here. (Short take: we loved it!) 

There is not much on TV at the moment, but I've been watching season 3 of "The Handmaid's Tale."  I'm not sure my parents get Bravo (the TV channel it's on here) so I'm going to set the PVR while we're there. I may try to stream the episodes on my laptop as they become available, but their Internet service is not particularly high-speed, so we'll see...! 

Listening: I thoroughly enjoyed episode 1 of The Full Stop podcast, which launched earlier in June, and am looking forward to episode 2, coming soon. (Until then, there's a bonus episode -- outtakes from episode 1 -- available on the podcast website.) 


Drinking/Eating:  After three years living here, I finally persuaded dh to try a little cafe that is within a short walk of our condo (like, under five minutes)(even WITH all the construction that's making it more difficult for us to walk there right now!). The community where we now live is predominantly Italian, but this little eatery features Argentinian as well as Italian & other foods & sweets. They are open for breakfast & lunch, and their specialty is empanadas!  I haven't tried one of those yet, but so far, I've tried the quiche & salad special and a tuna melt sandwich on rye bread;  dh has already fallen in love with the grilled cheese sandwich. Once the road construction hereabouts ends (sometime later this year), I predict we will become regulars!

Buying (besides books, lol):  New summer clothes (badly needed) for dh :) -- including three pairs of new shorts, a pair of black Dockers and a new summer shirt.  


Wearing: My summer wardrobe... finally!  


Trying:  To figure out how to cram in everything I want & need to do before we leave on our trip west to see my family...! 

Wanting:  To get back to the McMichael Gallery soon (where I have a membership) to see their new Maud Lewis exhibit. I wrote about Maud, her work, and the recent movie based on her life, here


FeelingThat familiar "William Tell Overture" pre-trip feeling coming on, lol... 

Loving:  My family -- the one I came from, our west, and the one here that I married into. :)  

Canada Day odds & ends


  • It's Canada Day #152.  My country is not perfect... but it's more perfect than a lot of places on this planet, lol.  ;)  I feel incredibly lucky to be here. 
  • It's been a busy few days. (I am EXHAUSTED.) Saturday was the gender reveal party for Older Nephew & his wife's baby.  It was mostly just an excuse to get together with family, eat & then cut the cake to see what colour the filling inside was. 
    • They're doing ANOTHER reveal in two weeks for her side of the family -- various issues made it difficult/impossible to hold just one party -- and they asked us not to share anything on social media (or elsewhere!) until that one's over. I know it's not likely anyone would find out via this blog... but I'm going to hold off, just in case.  ;) 
    • It was mostly fun, especially just being together with the nephews & their wives, although all the baby talk does wear me down after a while. The hardest moment, for me, was when everyone started talking about how much fun it's going to be to have a baby around at Christmastime. I remembered telling my mom I was due in mid-November, and her rapturous sigh: "A baby for Christmas!!" 
    • It was also their dog's 3rd birthday. :)  Dh & I brought him a present -- 3 cucumbers, tied up with a ribbon (his favourite treat -- SIL cuts them up into little cubes for him and puts them his dish, and he gobbles them right up).  He's brought so much joy to the family in these past three years!  :)  Dh & I have vowed to give him some extra spoiling once the baby is here... we're all wondering what his reaction is going to be to this new addition to the family...!  
  • Yesterday, dh, BIL & SIL & I went to see.... "Yesterday," a rom-com which imagines a world where only one person remembers the Beatles & their music -- and then proceeds to make those amazing songs famous all over again. (There's a couple of other things that are different about the world too, that are kind of funny.) It's the kind of movie where it's best not to think too critically about the hows & whys, and just enjoy the ride. ;)  And there are a couple of scenes towards the end -- one in particular -- that pack an emotional wallop. (I needed Kleenex.) I often read a lot of reviews, etc., before I go to a movie. I didn't get around to it before this one (although I knew the movie's basic premise), and I'm kind of glad I didn't. (Past Beatles-related posts here.)  
  • I found out my aunt is in town (well, on the other side of the city, about an hour's drive away), visiting her son/my cousin (my only relative in the vicinity). We were in the throes of dealing with FIL's illness when she was here last year, and weren't able to meet up, and we have lots to do between now & when we head west in a few weeks.  If I don't get to see her here, I hope to see her there...!   

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