Of COVID & coffee

I mentioned on Facebook recently that I hadn't been in a Starbucks since the pandemic hit last March. A friend (who lives in a different province) commented, "Wow, your lockdown must be pretty tight. I go to Starbucks at least twice a week for my favourite Chai latte."  I responded, "They're open (for takeout anyway) -- we just haven't gone."  

I try not to be too judgmental about other people's choices during this pandemic -- but I've been thinking about that exchange since then, and what it says about the pandemic and about the different attitudes and ways of coping that people have about it. 

Being retired (and yes, being childless), I know dh & I are EXTREMELY fortunate right now, compared to some of our peers. We don't have jobs and commutes and coworkers to contend with. Or parents nearby to look in on and grocery shop for and take to medical appointments. Or kids to contend with or worry about, or grandchildren to babysit. (Oh, that we had grandchildren to babysit...!)  For the most part, we don't HAVE to go out (and expose ourselves to the virus), unless we really want or need to.  

And so we generally don't, unless we need groceries, prescriptions or personal care items. (Dh prefers to choose his own groceries versus ordering online for delivery or pickup, but we try to plan as much as possible to minimize the number of trips he makes -- generally once a week.)  Even when more things were open, we didn't go a whole lot more places. We haven't been inside a restaurant to eat (or even on a restaurant patio, when they were open -- although dh does go for takeout on Saturday nights) or in a mall to shop since last March. We haven't seen much of our adorable Great-Nephew, especially since the cold weather arrived ( = indoor visits), even though it's (figuratively) killing us not to, when he's so close by.  

Probably the one thing we've indulged in most (aside from haircuts every six weeks, when it was allowed) was trips to the bookstore, when it opened again last summer after the initial lockdown. Even so, we didn't go nearly as often (nor stay as long) as in pre-COVID times. Our closest Starbucks is in the same space as the bookstore;  pre-COVID, we used to go there first, get our coffee/tea latte and then stroll around, browsing the bookshelves and sipping our drinks.  

The bookstore isn't open right now (curbside pickup only), but when it was (this past summer/fall), no food or drinks were allowed. (You obviously can't wear a mask and drink coffee at the same time, and masks are mandatory.) The after-hours divider/barrier between the coffee counter and the bookstore stayed up all the time now, so you couldn't easily move from one part of the building to the other. You could go in one door for a browse in the bookstore, or you could go in the other door to the Starbucks and pick up something to drink (&/or to snack on), and take it outside or home -- but not both. 

Obviously, there's nothing stopping us from going into Starbucks for a coffee, as my friend does. It remains open, even though the bookstore is not. I've asked dh a few times, as we left the bookstore, if he wanted to duck in there and pick up something to take in the car with us. He said no. 

I was fine with that. We'd already spent a half-hour in the bookstore. We didn't really NEED his short mild coffee or my tall non-fat English breakfast tea latte, or the additional exposure to the baristas and other patrons in the now-socially distanced lineup (or to spend $7 on something we could make when we got home for a fraction of the price, for that matter...!).  

Mel had a post recently about a "pandemic risk budget" -- a system set up by some housemates to protect themselves from COVID-19. Obviously, anything we do outside the security of our own homes is risky, to some extent.  And how much additional risk we're obligated or willing to take on will vary from one person to the next. 

But it seems foolish to try to pretend that COVID-19 doesn't exist, and that we can still do all the things we would normally be doing and go all the places we would normally go without taking on some element of risk (even when we're all wearing masks and sanitizing our hands as we enter stores and trying to stay at least six feet apart while we're in there).  Just because a store or restaurant is open doesn't mean we should go in there, unless we really need to.  The more you go out, the more stores you go in & out of, the more restaurant patios you dine out on (when the weather allowed it), the more people you interact with or share the same space with (even briefly), the more risk you expose yourself to. 

Maybe dh & I are suckers for spending most of the past year sitting at home on our butts, when we could have been out shopping and eating on restaurant patios and having fun like so many friends & family members seem to be doing (judging from the photos we've seen on social media). (Sometimes I feel like we are.) 

But we've been asked (told!), by our governments and health officials, to stay at home as much as possible and minimize contact with people outside our own households. I guess we all have to decide how to spend our pandemic risk budgets -- what's most important to us and what's not, beyond the basics of food & prescriptions. For dh & me, that doesn't include Starbucks (much as I love their tea lattes).  

I try not to fault people when I hear they've been to the mall (when the mall was open), or to someone's house or yard, or to the beach or a pool party last summer, or to a friend's cottage up north. (I try not to get pissed off when I hear voices & laughter in the hallway outside our condo unit door -- not so much because of the noise factor -- although that can bug me too! -- but because someone on the floor has clearly had visitors, when we're not supposed to be in each other's homes.)  I know that, for the most part, most people are doing the best they can in a very difficult situation. 

It's been a hard year. It's HARD staying at home all the time and not seeing people. (Even when you're introverts like me & dh.)   

But I think it would be a whole lot harder watching someone I love get sick from COVID-19. (Or worse.) Or getting it myself. Or knowing that someone close to me got sick, because I just had to have that Starbucks latte. 

It's a pandemic, people.  It's not a normal situation, so I'm not sure why some people still keep trying to act like it is. 

Odds & ends

• The New York Times had an article last weekend, about the intersection of celebrity, social media and commerce:  "Celebrity Pregnancy Is Big Business."  (What, they only JUST noticed?!)  
• Somewhat pleasant surprise:  towards the end, there's a discussion about what happens when a very public pregnancy goes wrong (example: Chrissy Teigen).  
• Jan. 25th marked one year since the first COVID-19 patient was diagnosed in Canada, and there were lots of "one year later" retrospective pieces in the media. I'll probably be doing one myself, but closer to March 12th, which is what I think of as "the last normal day" -- one day after the World Health Organization declared a pandemic, and shortly before the Ontario provincial government announced a state of emergency.  
• Today's Facebook Memories turned up my first COVID-19-related post from last year -- I shared a New York Times article about the importance of hand washing to avoid the coronavirus. Little did we know then...!  
• Manitoba eased some of its COVID-19 restrictions last weekend, which meant my sister & her partner were able to spend last weekend with my parents for the first time since well before Christmas, and do some things around the house, one week after our 81-year-old dad slipped and fell on the driveway and cracked two ribs. Dad apparently told the boyfriend that he's feeling a bit better -- and he tends to be more honest with him than he is with any of us...!  So we'll take that as a good sign.  

"American Baby" by Gabrielle Glaser

I first heard about the new book "American Baby" by Gabrielle Glaser when I read a review by Lisa Belkin in the New York Times last weekend. By the time I was barely a few paragraphs into the article, I knew I wanted to read this book, and I downloaded a copy to my e-reader as soon as it became available (yesterday morning). I finished it this afternoon. I also listened to the author being interviewed on the Times's Book Review podcast. 

"American Baby" uses the story of David Rosenberg (born in 1961, the same year as me) & his birth mother, Margaret Erle Katz, to tell a broader story about the history and ethics of adoption in America, and its impact on all three members of the adoption triangle -- birth parents, adoptive parents and the adoptees themselves. And, linking them all, the adoption agencies, social workers and lawyers, who sometimes pressured, coerced and threatened the mothers into relinquishing their babies, often falsified the few details they provided to both birth mothers and adoptive parents, and profited from their losses and pain.  

In this case, the adoption agency was Louise Wise Services in New York City (and its affiliated maternity home on Staten Island, Lakeview), which provided babies used in the infamous "twins experiment," in which at least 11 sets of twins and one set of triplets (whose stories have been told in the book "Identical Strangers" and the documentaries "Three Identical Strangers" and "The Twinning Reaction") were deliberately separated and then studied. 

Essentially, Glaser argues, the history of adoption in the 20th century was "a massive experiment in social engineering" fraught with shame, fear, secrecy and lies, in an era before second-wave feminism, sex education, modern birth control, safe and legal abortions, and modern infertility treatments. The book is full of fascinating details and historical context. We learn about life in a maternity home (a basket of gold wedding bands was kept by the door for the girls to put on when they went out in public), about the sometimes horrific experiments conducted on babies in foster care before they were finally adopted, about how the practice of sealing original birth certificates came about, about the rise of the adoption rights movement in the 1970s, and about how modern DNA testing is making once-unimaginable family reunions possible.   

This was an absolutely riveting book -- I could not put it down. The story of naive teenaged parents Margaret & George, who desperately wanted to marry and keep their baby, was sweet and heartbreaking. I shed tears at several points in the story.    

It's a book that deserves to be widely read, and should be required reading for anyone considering adoption -- or perhaps for anyone who dares to ask an infertile couple, "Why don't you just adopt?" Things may be different today, yes -- but perhaps not different enough -- not yet. The old attitudes, myths and misconceptions about adoption linger. While greater openness is increasingly common, adoption records remain sealed in many jurisdictions around the world, and many adoptive parents still request "traditional" closed adoptions. And there are echoes of the past in the growing use of eggs and sperm from anonymous donors in fertility treatments, and in the questions of the children conceived this way. Apparently, we still have lessons to learn...

(My one (relatively minor) quibble with the book (the e-version that I read, anyway) is that I wish the notes at the back were accessible through clickable links. There's a lot of great information there.) 

5 stars on Goodreads. 

This was Book #5 read to date in 2021 (and Book #5 finished in January), bringing me to 14% of my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 36 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 3 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2021 tagged as "2021 books." 

"The Truths We Hold" by Kamala Harris

Appropriately, I started reading "The Truths We Hold: An American Journey" by Kamala Harris on Inauguration Day, shortly after watching Harris be sworn in as the United States' 49th vice-president -- the first woman, first African-American and first South Asian-American to hold the office in the nation's history. 

This book -- part memoir, part policy statement/manifesto -- was published two years earlier, in January 2019 -- the same month Harris announced her candidacy for the Democratic Party nomination for president.  It interweaves her thoughts on various policy issues with her remarkable personal story and her rise to national office. She's obviously very knowledgeable on the issues and very articulate at expressing her opinions. It's clear she wanted to use this book to position herself for presidential run. But it was the personal stories -- about her early life, her immigrant/activist parents, her marriage to Douglas Emhoff -- that I found most interesting.  

As a Canadian, I was (naturally) very interested in what she had to say about the time she spent in Montreal, when her mother, Shyamala Gopalan Harris, got a job as a breast cancer researcher at the Jewish General Hospital and lecturer at McGill University.  Disappointingly, the Canadian content is pretty skimpy, and Harris makes it pretty clear that she was relieved to head back to the States when she was finished high school. The years Harris lived in Montreal (approximately 1976 to 1981, from the time she was 12 through her graduation from Westmount High School) were among some of the most politically turbulent in Quebec/Canadian history, with a separatist government (led by a highly colourful premier, Rene Levesque) running the show. Perhaps that coloured her impressions -- perhaps, as a teenaged newcomer, she didn't really understand what was going on around her -- or perhaps she or her editors felt it was best not to comment on that highly charged and complex topic (which is hard enough for Canadians to understand, let alone Americans)...!  She writes about her struggles to learn French and the difficult time she had attending a French-language school when she arrived. And of course, she complains about the snow & cold. ;)  She says she eventually adjusted, but she was "homesick for my country. I felt this constant sense of yearning to be back home. There was no question in my mind I'd return home for college." Well, allrighty then... 

I've mentioned this to a few friends who pointed out that Harris has already received enough flack and doubts about her "legitimacy" to run for the presidency because of her immigrant parents (much as Barack Obama did) without drawing attention to the fact that she spent several years living outside the country too. Plus, there simply isn't a lot of political payoff for her to draw attention to her ties to Canada either. (Maybe it's just my Canadian inferiority complex showing, lol.) I'll be curious to see whether she makes more of her Canadian connection in her new role as vice-president. 

Anyway. 

One other disappointment:  many of us in the childless/free community are thrilled to claim Kamala Harris as one of our own -- but there is no reflection here on how she felt about remaining single and childless into her late 40s, and no mention of any previous relationships. She does express a few trepidations about meeting her husband's two children/her future stepchildren for the first time, but obviously takes great pride in her role as their "Momala," as well as her relationships as an aunt, great-aunt and godmother.  

This is a good intro to Kamala Harris, her life story, career path and politics -- and it's quite readable -- but it just skims the surface. I didn't close the book feeling completely satisfied.  I wanted to know MORE. I understand it's her prerogative not to share everything about her life, but she's a public figure (now vice-president of the United States!), and a game-changing one at that. I wish she had chosen to be a little more forthcoming and candid and didn't gloss over certain aspects of her life so much. Besides childlessness, and marriage and step-motherhood at midlife, I would like to know more about her father (he drops out of the picture pretty quickly after her parents divorce, and reportedly they are estranged these days), about her grandparents, and her impressions of India and Zambia and Jamaica, after visiting her relatives there. She writes about health care (& notes how much cheaper prescription drugs are here), but what (if anything) did she learn about the Canadian health care system while living here, and while her mother worked within the system? 

Perhaps she'll write another book that reveals more, once her political career is behind her. I hope so.

3.5 stars on Goodreads, rounded down to 3. It was an interesting read, but I couldn't bring myself to give it a full 4 stars, given the reservations I've outlined above. 

This was Book #4 read to date in 2021 (and Book #4 finished in January), bringing me to 11% of my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 36 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 2 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2021 tagged as "2021 books." 

#MicroblogMondays: Tackling the TBR list/pile

I didn't have a #MM post planned for today, and was wondering what I should write about... and then I saw Mel's #MM post, lol. I started writing a comment, which got to be kind of long, and realized, hey, there's my post!  lol  

Mel's post was about an idea that she (and I) saw on Modern Mrs. Darcy's blog -- which suggests making a TBR (to be read) priority list of your top five "want to read" books on a post-it note, and choose the next book you read from there. 

I'm not sure a post-it note would work for me (let alone a list of just 5! -- although I do make lots of other kinds of lists on post-it notes that get stuck in my Filofax planner) -- but I'm toying with the idea of  trying some kind of "priority TBR" list or pile. (Again.) I've made piles of books to read next before, but they tend to get kind of unwieldy after a while.  :)  My problems are (a) just too damn many unread books to get to  (insert red-faced icon)  ;) and (b) something new & shiny comes along that gets put on the top of the pile. 

In terms of how I decide what to read next: books to be read for book clubs obviously get first priority -- but after that, it's generally the most recent book I've bought, or something else (usually relatively recent) that I've wanted to read, or something relevant to something else that I read or saw on the news or something like that. Sometimes I feel like I need a break from non-fiction (especially the political books I've been reading lately...!) and want to read something more frivolous so I pick up a novel -- or vice-versa. 

So far this month/year I've read "Hoax" by Brian Stelter (which I picked up earlier in the fall and wanted to finish)... "Confessions of a Forty-Something" by Alexandra Potter  (for the Gateway Women book club -- which, happily, turned out to be a fabulous pick!)...  and "The Jane Austen Society" by Natalie Jenner (bought earlier in the summer/fall, and I was in the mood for something Jane Austenish) -- all reviewed here on my blog.  

I'm currently reading Kamala Harris's memoir, "The Truths We Hold,"  for obvious reasons. ;)  I am thinking Richard Osman's "The Thursday Murder Club" next (which several friends have read & loved), but we'll see.  There's a new book coming out tomorrow that I read about in the New York Times called "American Baby" by Gabrielle Glasser, about the history and ethics of adoption in America, that sounds really interesting... you see how easily I get sidetracked?? lol  

Some of the books I've been meaning to get to for quite a while now include "Us Against You" and "Anxious People" by Fredrik Backman (after reading & loving "Beartown" for my library book club), "The Huntress" by Kate Quinn (after reading & enjoying "The Alice Network" for my library book club -- and she has a new book coming out soon too... gahhhhh...), "My Dark Vanessa" by Kate Elizabeth Russell (which I keep putting off, even though several people I know have read it & rated it highly, because it sounds... dark... and I need to be in the right frame of mind to tackle something like that), and "Maisie Dobbs" by Jacqueline Winspear, which By the Brooke recommended to me a long time ago.  ;) 

How do you decide?  And what books are on your perennial TBR list/pile? 

You can find more of this week's #MicroblogMondays posts (and comments about MMD's priority TBR list idea!) here. 

Odds & ends

• On yesterday's U.S. presidential inauguration in Washington, D.C.:  
• So happy to watch -- and so relieved that everything came off without a hitch!  (I got up late, got watching TV and wound up staying in my pajamas, unshowered, until after 1 p.m...!)  I know my scale would beg to differ (lol) but it felt like a huge weight coming off my shoulders...!  
• I cried as Justice Sonia Sotomayor swore in Vice-President Kamala Harris. I wish Geraldine Ferraro could have seen this day.  I was 23 years old when she became the first woman nominated for that post (alongside Walter Mondale in 1984);  it's taken nearly 40 years (!!!) for a woman to actually make it to the second-highest office in the land. (Just think how awesome it will feel the day Madam President is finally sworn in...!) 
• I cried again when I saw a friend's photo on Facebook & Instagram of her young daughter, watching as Harris took the oath of office. I wish my daughter had been here to see this day too. 
• The first post I saw in my Facebook feed yesterday morning was one of my American MAGA relatives posting "It's a sad day for America." I promptly put that person on snooze for 30 days (and am considering unfollowing altogether...). 
• I was happy to watch the first edition of what's promised to be a regular, daily press briefing under the new administration, with press secretary Jen Psaki. I like her, and I am grateful for the change of tone -- a real, live, proper, serious press conference, minus the snark and disdain and overall lack of respect for the press we've been subjected to for the past four years. 
• HOWEVER, that said... I noticed she used the phrase "as a mom" no less than two or three times in the first 20 minutes. Sigh... 
• On the aging parents front: 
• When I talked to my parents on Sunday, I learned my 81-year-old dad had slipped & fallen on some ice on Friday, while scraping fresh snow off the driveway. He had to CRAWL into the garage & managed to pull himself up on something in there. No bruising, but he was very sore... and the pain increased over the following days. 
• My sister called me last night to say he FINALLY managed to get in to see a doctor that day (hard to do, with current COVID-19 restrictions...). He sent dad for an X-ray. Turns out he has two cracked ribs. :(  Not much they can do about it. He gave Dad some painkillers and told them it will take about a month to fully heal. :( 
• My dad is the glue that holds things together there these days... my mother, who just turned 80, has mobility issues and is easily distracted (among other things), and so he does all the cooking, most of the grocery shopping & errands, etc.  
• My sister says the buzz is that the provincial government there may be lifting some of the COVID-19 restrictions this weekend, which would allow her to visit them and do some things around the house (including cooking some meals she can leave with them for reheating). If so, she will head out there this weekend to do what she can (and she may just go, even if the restrictions aren't officially lifted).  One of Mom & Dad's neighbours has brought over dinner a couple of times this week, which is very kind of her, but obviously we can't expect her to do that forever. :( 
• It could have been a whole lot worse... but it still sucks.  And it sucks to be living so far away at a time like this, even without the complicating factor of a pandemic. :(  
• According to this vaccine calculator, dh & I won't be getting vaccinated until late June/early September (using current calculations, anyway). That means I won't be getting home to see my parents & sister this summer either, for the second year in a row. :(  I'm still hoping for next Christmas, though...! 
• It's been dark, grey, dreary and increasingly cold outside... I feel my usual post-Christmas/birthday/inauguration funk setting in -- with the additional factor of COVID-19 this year...! :(  
• We're a week into our latest lockdown/stay at home order... a week past our nomal "due date" for haircuts (7 weeks past our last trims)... and my shaggy, bushy hair is already driving me nuts. :(   And it will be another month, at the very least (and probably longer), before the salons will reopen...! I'm fine with wearing masks everywhere, social distancing, vaccinations, not going out for dinner, not going to the mall, even not going to the bookstore (lol)... but not getting a regular haircut?  HEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP.... 
• Jody Day of Gateway Women has started a new project to explore life as a "Conscious Childless Elderwoman." Aging is a huge concern for many women facing life without children -- and yet most of the literature out there on menopause and aging assumes there are children and grandchildren in the picture who will help. That just not the case, even for many women (and men) who DO have children and grandchildren. Have a read, and sign up for the newsletter if you're interested! 

"The Jane Austen Society" by Natalie Jenner

I wouldn't call myself a Jane Austen expert, but I have read and enjoyed three of her novels (so far...!) -- "Emma" (for a class at university), "Pride and Prejudice" and "Sense and Sensibility" (on my own).  In the early days of ALI blogging, we read & discussed "The Jane Austen Book Club" by Karen Joy Fowler for our Barren B*tches book club. 

So I was predisposed to pick up "The Jane Austen Society" by Natalie Jenner (who, I discovered from the jacket copy, is a British-born Canadian, who owns an independent bookstore in Oakville, west of Toronto). (It didn't hurt that it was on sale for 40% off -- or that Anne Bogel/Modern Mrs. Darcy recommended it either, lol.)  

The story is mostly set in the English village of Chawton just after the Second World War. Chawton is a real-life place, where Jane Austen spent the last several years of her life and wrote her three final novels. More than 100 years after her death, she continues to attract visitors to the village. Loosely based on the story behind the real-life Jane Austen Society, the book follows a number of different (fictional) characters -- locals and others -- and how they come together to form the society to help preserve Austen's legacy. I'll admit I had trouble keeping all of them and their storylines straight, at least at first. By the end of the book, however, they had all become very dear to me, and I was cheering for them all (even as some of their storylines wrapped up in rather predictable ways...!).   

The book makes liberal references & allusions to Austen's novels, and it would probably help if you have at least some familiarity with her work.  If you haven't read any Austen previously, I'm betting you will probably want to pick one of her books up after you finish this one!  There are echoes here of "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" (which I've read a couple of times, and reviewed here) -- the similar post-war time frame, English village setting and the love of literature. 

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There is a pregnancy loss in this book, and themes of grief & loss are prominent throughout.  

Four stars on Goodreads 

This was Book #3 read to date in 2021 (and Book #3 finished in January), bringing me to 8% of my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 36 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 2 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2021 tagged as "2021 books." 

"If they die, it isn't as bad"

Further to my #MicroblogMondays post, I found this thread on Twitter... honestly, sometimes I feel like a sitting duck as a childless woman... :(  

Indeed... :(  

#MicroblogMondays: "I have kids!!"

On Friday, I saw some of the officers who were at the Capitol in Washington, D.C., on January 6th interviewed on CNN. One officer said the mob was beating him up and trying to take his gun (yelling, "Kill him with his own gun!"), and he was trying to figure out a way to humanize himself to them, establish a rapport with them, appeal to their humanity. 

Just guess what he yelled out to them?  "I HAVE KIDS!!"  

I can't blame him, of course -- and I guess it worked -- it didn't hurt, anyway. He's still here -- and I'm glad for that. 

But I couldn't help thinking, "What could *I* do in a situation like that?" And if somehow they found out I didn't have kids, would they still give me a pass? Would they think as kindly of me as they apparently regard a parent?  

The pronatalist privilege here is breathtaking -- the deeply embedded assumptions (a) that all/many of the people in the mob would have kids and thus be able to relate to him that way, & (b) that his life would somehow be deemed more valuable and worth saving because he was a parent. 

Thoughts? 

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

Post-birthday odds & ends

• Thank you for your birthday wishes (here and elsewhere). :)  Despite the fact that I was turning 60 (!) -- and wasn't on a beach somewhere, as I had hoped/planned (or doing much of anything else, because of COVID-19...!) -- it was a nice day. We went to the bank in the morning and stopped at the supermarket on the way home to pick up some of our favourite soup & pizza slices for lunch (the first time we'd had some since March!), as well as cupcakes for later, in lieu of a whole birthday cake (my request -- red velvet with cream cheese icing). 
• Turns out I could have skipped the cupcakes -- a group of online friends that I've known for 15-20 years arranged to have a box of half a dozen pastries from a local bakery delivered to my door that afternoon. They also organized a Zoom call to wish me a happy birthday later that evening. We got to know each other on several different scrapbooking forums, following each other from one site to another, and I've met most of them "in real life" too. Not all of us scrapbook these days, but the friendships remain. :)  
• Out of the 8 of us currently together on a Facebook group, there's just me and one other woman (who turned 60 last year) who are childless. At one point during our Zoom call, all the moms started talking about what their kids were doing for school (remote or in person or a combination thereof? how many classes per term? etc. etc.) -- and between that and all the wine I was drinking, I just about went to sleep (lol).  Then one of them said, "Hey, it's Lori's birthday and we're all talking about ourselves!"  Ummm, yeah!  (lol) It was the first time we'd tried a Zoom call, so everyone had a lot to catch up on -- I realize it was NOT all about me, even if it WAS my birthday -- but...! 
• Our favourite Italian restaurant was closed for kitchen renovations (!), but we got takeout from another favourite local restaurant. (This is the same Italian restaurant that was closed on our wedding anniversary last summer, and the same restaurant we wound up ordering dinner from that day too.)   
• My parents & sister called me, and my childhood best friend -- who doesn't do social media & is not that great about keeping in touch otherwise -- actually emailed me, which totally made my day. We don't see or hear from each other often these days, but whenever we are in touch, it's like we just saw each other yesterday, and we pick up where we left off. :) 
• The same day as my birthday, the premier announced a new state of emergency and mandatory stay-at-home order for the next 28 days, adding further restrictions to the current lockdown that began at Christmastime. A friend noted this "present" when she emailed to wish me a happy birthday. I told her a stay-at-home order is better than insurrection at the Capitol, which is what my (American) mom got last week for her 80th birthday...! (or a multi-pronged terrorist attack, which is what my sister got for her 39th birthday on 9-11-01...!). 
• The day before my birthday, we made the long drive down Yonge Street (Toronto's "main street," which divides the city into east and west sides) to our midtown dentist's office for cleanings and checkups. We hadn't been there since this time last year: our next scheduled appointments in July were cancelled because of COVID-19;  we later rescheduled for mid-November, but I rescheduled (again) so as not to jeopardize my scheduled diagnostic d&c. 
• Both of us were slightly nervous to be at the dentist's during a pandemic -- but I didn't want to wait too long for a checkup... plus, the tea stains on my teeth were embarrassing. (Not that I've been many places for people to see them... and I'm generally wearing a mask when I'm out anyway...!)
• The extra precautions they've taken were pretty impressive:  masks all round (of course), a virtual waiting room outside and a socially distanced one inside, plexiglass barriers and plenty of hand sanitizer in the reception area, treatment cubicles sealed off from each other with plastic sheeting and special air purifier/filter units in each one. The hygienists were not allowed to polish our teeth -- creates too many aerosols, apparently -- but mine promised she'd do her best to scrape off as much of the stains as she could, and she did a fabulous job. 
• It ultimately turned out to be a good thing we went when we did:  my X-rays showed a small cavity developing below one of my oldest crowns. (I must admit I was flabbergasted -- I had no idea such a thing could happen.)  So I'm going back in a few weeks' time to have the crown removed, the cavity filled, a new temporary crown made and fitted, and then again a few weeks after that to have the permanent crown installed. (Again. UGH.)  I guess it's better than waiting too long and winding up with a root canal...?!  
• I was sad to see how many more empty storefronts there were on Yonge Street along the way since the last time we drove down there last summer. :(   A sign of how the pandemic is negatively affecting businesses (both big & small) and restaurants. :(  

60 (!)

Sixty. I am SIXTY (60) YEARS OLD today. 

How can this be??  (Okay, some days my knees definitely feel it, but there are many other days I swear I'm not a day over 22...)  

I find myself thinking back to other "milestone" birthdays in my life. 

18 was "legal" age in my home province when I was growing up (still is). Being a January baby, I was the first one of my friends to turn 18 (in January 1979), and at any rate, many of my closest friends were actually a year younger than me, in my sister's class. 

(I'm not sure I've told this story on this blog, but here it is...!) One of our friends hosted a surprise party for me, with all of our friends (from school band) attending. Despite the fact that all of them were younger than me, there was alcohol. My sister's best friend, who had just turned 16 -- the Baptist minister's daughter, no less (!) -- had little experience with drinking, and had two different guys bringing her drinks (without each other knowing) -- and was downing them like they were Kool-Aid. She got very, very drunk, threw up all over herself, and passed out. She had a curfew -- and her parents started calling to find out where she was. At one point, we dumped her in a cold shower to try to sober her up. Her parents called again to say they were coming to get her. One of the guys had to carry her out to the car -- she was heavy and he DROPPED her in the snow, right in front of her horrified father -- who promptly took her to the hospital, where they pumped her stomach -- and then tried to pump her for information as to who had been at the party and who had served her the alcohol. She said she couldn't remember (and she probably didn't...!). 

Needless to say, the party broke up soon after they left -- which was a good thing because, since she was a minor, the hospital notified the police -- who paid the party host a visit, well after midnight. They woke up everyone in the house and confiscated the contents of my friend/host's mom's liquor cabinet (which I still feel guilty about, 40+ years later -- she was a lovely lady...). As I said, I was the only person at the party who'd been of legal age. I was terrified that I'd be held responsible, and jumped every time the phone rang for weeks afterward...!  

I don't really remember what I did when I turned 20 in 1981. I *think* my boyfriend at the time (not dh) & I went out for pizza and to a movie. I remember the next birthday (21 in 1982 -- which is also a milestone birthday, in some jurisdictions!) much better. I went out for dinner with a girlfriend & then we went downtown to see the (very long, but wildly romantic) movie "Reds" with Warren Beatty & Diane Keaton at one of those grand old movie palaces that are in sadly short supply these days. I think we even sat in the balcony!  And then we walked (across a bridge near the beautiful legislature building, in softly falling snow) to an ice cream parlour in a trendy section of the city and had sundaes. :)  (Needless to say, on a cold winter's night in January, we had the place to ourselves, lol.)  And then back to my dorm at the university, where my sister (who lived in another dorm on campus) was waiting with a cake that my mom had given her money to buy. My dorm floormates all sang "Happy Birthday" to me and gave me the "royal bumps" before having cake. It was a great birthday. :)  I had my entire adult life ahead of me -- and, within days, I would go to a social (dance) where I'd connect with a cute guy from Toronto, whom I'd met earlier that fall at another party. ;)  (Guess who?)  I didn't know it then, but my life was about to change in some pretty big ways.  I still think of those years at university as some of the best times of my life.    

My mom turned 50 less than a week before I turned 30 (in January 1991), and we shared a cake when I was home at Christmastime.  Mom had NOT been happy about turning 30, 20 years earlier (in January 1971).  This was back in the days when young people were telling each other not to trust anyone over 30, and 30 seemed like "over the hill." (I KNOW, right??) As a gag, the neighbours (all of them older than she was) presented her with a box full of things she'd need as she turned 30:  a pair of old-fashioned lace-up shoes (with a note attached: "For your old feet"), a pair of wire-rimmed "granny glasses" ("For your old eyes"), a corset ("For your old body"), etc.  Mom saved the box and its contents, and when one of those friends' daughters turned 30 -- a few years before I did --  she was presented with "the box." As soon as I unwrapped "the box" myself, I knew what it was, lol.  

I had a good job that I liked, we'd been married five years and just bought a house that spring -- and I knew that sometime in the next few years, we'd start that family we'd always wanted. The future was wide open... 

What a difference 10 years makes. Turning 40 (in January 2001) was another matter altogether. I was still in the same job, same house, but right in the middle of fertility treatments -- a last-chance, desperate attempt to get pregnant again, following the stillbirth of my daughter at 26 weeks, 2 & 1/2 years earlier. I spent my actual birthday getting pampered at a downtown spa (massage, facial, manicure & pedicure and lunch) -- but I spent part of that weekend at (drumroll please...) a baby shower for one of dh's cousins. Just what every bereaved mother/childless-not-by-choice/infertility patient wants to do on her FORTIETH birthday weekend, right??  

A week or two later, I noticed this funny, burning/itching bubbly-looking patch on my neck. Dh happened to have a doctor's appointment the next morning, so I tagged along and asked if the doctor could have a quick look at me too. He took one look and said, "I think it's shingles."

SHINGLES?? He told me it can be stress induced. (Stressed?  Who, me?? Why on earth would I be stressed, right??  :p  ) He promptly wrote me a prescription, which helped nip the spread in the bud, thank goodness.... but it took them a few weeks to disappear.  

I regard my 40s through a haze, as a kind of lost decade. Six months after my 40th birthday, my third IUI cycle failed. A few weeks after that, I had a scary episode that I thought might be a heart attack, but turned out to be a panic attack. Then I had another one, and another. I knew I couldn't continue with fertility treatments & stay sane (never mind the drain on our bank account...!).  We went on vacation for a few weeks to the serenity of the Oregon coast, surrounded by loving family members, and when we returned, we never went back to the RE's office.  

It took me a good five years to come to some level of acceptance that I was not going to have children, that this was my life now... so now what? 

I think I'm still trying to figure out the answer to that one... 

By the time I turned 50 (in 2011), I had discovered blogging. (You can read my thoughts on turning 50 here.) I spent the day at the spa, again. When I look back now, it feels like my early 50s were mostly about socking away money and surviving the increasing pressure I felt at work, with the goal of early retirement at 55 (or 56, when I'd been with the company 30 years). MAYBE 60. (Because, as someone who didn't have kids to feed, clothe or send to college, I could!)(Silver linings...)  

But by the time Birthday #55 rolled around (January 2016 -- relevant blog post here), I had lost my job. My severance package was on the verge of running out, and my early retirement pension was about to kick in, and we were about to put our house of unfulfilled dreams on the market (after 26 years living there), move across the metropolitan area and buy a condo -- with my dh dragging me there, kicking & screaming all the way. In retrospect, it's been a good move for us -- got us out of the rut we'd been in, and closer to dh's brother and our nephews. We love the condo, and while not everything has been perfect, I am glad we made the move (and cleared out our house), and did it now and not 20 years from now. 

It's hard to believe we've been in this condo almost five years. Our two wonderful nephews are now grown up and married, and we have an adorable little great-nephew who brightens all our lives. Sadly, our time with him in this first precious year of his life has been cut short by the COVID-19 global pandemic. Likewise, any thoughts we had of FINALLY getting to do some of the travelling we've been talking about for years have been postponed. :( 

This time last year, looking out the window at grey skies and freezing rain, I vowed that my 60th birthday would (finally) be spent on a beach somewhere.  Oh well...!  

Sixty years goes by fast, people.  One day you're 20, then you're 40, and suddenly you're 60. Enjoy your life, and make the most of your time here. I haven't always done that (and COVID sure isn't helping matters...!) -- but for every 2020, there's also a 1982 (see birthday #21 ;)  ).  And as long as there's a tomorrow, we can just keep on trying. ;)  

#MicroblogMondays: A (not so) happy birthday, Mom...

Last Wednesday morning, we took down the Christmas tree. I called my (American, once-staunchly Republican) mother just before lunch to wish her a happy 80th birthday.* After lunch, I took my shower, and shortly after 2 p.m., I settled into the easy chair with a cup of tea and my laptop to browse my social media feeds. It wasn't too much later that I saw a post on Twitter and exclaimed to dh, "The Capitol is on lockdown." He turned on CNN, and we spent the next several hours watching in horror as an insurrection -- incited by the President of the United States himself -- unfolded on live television. 

My mother is American, my father is Canadian. I was born in Canada (in a small border town) and have always identified as a proud Canadian. Nevertheless, the United States and American culture loomed large in my life -- as it does for most Canadians, I suppose. After all, 90 per cent of Canadians live within 160 kilometres (about 100 miles) of the U.S. border. We go to the U.S. to shop and vacation and visit friends and relatives (at least, we did, pre-COVID -- the border has been closed to non-essential traffic since mid-March). We grow up absorbing books, movies and TV from the U.S., often to the detriment of our own culture.  As one former prime minister (current PM Justin's father Pierre) put it so well, we're like a mouse "sleeping with an elephant." Many Canadians know more about U.S. history and politics than we do about our own. 

I got an extra dose of Americana, of course, because of my American mother & relatives and spending several weeks of every summer in Minnesota, when I was growing up. I gobbled up books about Abraham Lincoln, Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone ("On Indian Trails With Daniel Boone" and "By Secret Railway," both by Enid LaMonte Meadowcroft, were HUGE favourites of mine) -- and of course the Little House on the Prairie books. I took American history as an elective in Grade 11 (Canadian history was mandatory in Grade 10).  I've wanted to go to Washington D.C. ever since I read "The Bobbsey Twins Go to Washington," lol. (I would still love to go there someday -- hopefully in a calmer political climate...) 

My grandparents went to Washington D.C. for the day when they went to Baltimore to visit my Grandma's youngest sister (my great-aunt), who was living there at the time. This was somewhere around 1974-75 (and I just realized, as I typed that, that my grandmother would have been 60 in 1974 -- the same age I am going to be later this week... GULP...). My mother's cousin/Grandma's niece and her boyfriend took them into the city and showed them the highlights. They were thrilled. They had their picture taken in front of the White House, and drove by the Capitol. They sent my sister & me postcards from the Smithsonian museum with pictures of the First Ladies' dresses on them (Martha Washington's and Mary Todd Lincoln's, if I remember correctly).

I kept thinking about that, and about them, on Wednesday. Those beautiful, historic buildings, and the awe and reverence my grandparents had for them. 

They've both been gone for more than 20 years now.  I miss them every day. But I am glad they were not around to see what happened. :(  

* (After this post was mostly written, I had a flashback to emailing my sister, shortly before 9 a.m. on the morning of her 39th birthday. And then dh calling me a few minutes later to tell me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre. It was September 11, 2001. Yikes!)   

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

"Confessions of a Forty-something" by Alexandra Potter

January's pick for the Gateway Women/NoMo book club is "Confessions of a Forty-Something" by Alexandra Potter. (Some editions use the full/original title, "Confessions of a Forty-Something F###-Up." ;)  )(We North Americans seem to be more squeamish than the Brits about the F-word, even an edited version, lol.) 

I managed to find a paperback copy of this book at my local mega-bookstore, before the latest lockdown, although it's also available in e-formats. It's a rather fat volume, with a daunting 512 pages (!!) -- albeit the copy is well spaced, in a generously large, easy-read font, and not every page includes a full page of copy (short chapters). 

I must admit, I was sold on this book right from the prologue, which welcomes "any woman who wonders how the hell she got here, and why life isn't quite how she imagined it was going to be." 

The next chapter/section -- "January" -- begins with the narrator's admission that "it's my birthday soon." -- well, I started this book on New Year's Day, with my 60th (gulp) birthday looming. 

And then, a little further down the page, the author used the word "comprises" -- correctly. Well! Be still my beating heart! lol  ;)  

(As the resident grammar guru at my office, I got asked by a senior manager once whether "comprised" or "composed" was the correct usage in a document we were reviewing.  I had no idea -- but I looked up the difference, and it's stuck with me since then. Of course, since then, I've seen "comprise" EVERYWHERE... used incorrectly, of course...!  But, I digress...)

The plot:  "Forty-something" Penelope (Nell) Stevens is back in England, after the business she ran with her fiance in California -- and their engagement -- went bust. But a lot has changed since she left. Her friends are now married with children and leading busy, Instagram-worthy lives, while Nell rents a room in a stranger's house, writes obituaries to pay the rent (on top of a loan from her father) and gingerly navigates the world of online dating. The book covers Nell's first year back in London, as she tries to get her life back on track. 

Anyone who's ever been single &/or childless in their 40s (& beyond), &/or found themselves living a life they had not planned for will recognize themselves in this book and in Nell.  It's full of spot-on observations and painfully familiar situations. It's also frequently hilarious. (The Brits do this kind of book better than anyone, I think...!) It's pretty obvious where the story is going (although, happily, it does NOT end with a miracle baby!).  But getting there is sure a whole lot of fun. :)  I enjoyed this book enormously.  (And I would love to see Judi Dench play Cricket, the 80-something widow Nell befriends, in a movie/TV adaptation, lol.)  

5 stars on Goodreads. (I debated, 4 or 5?  And I finally settled on 5, because I really did enjoy this book a lot.)

Lisa, who hosts the GW book club and recommends books for childless women in her blog, has organized a Zoom meeting for club members on Saturday, Jan. 23, which will include a conversation with "Confessions" author Alexandra Potter. Details on the Gateway Women blog here.  (It's going to be a WEE bit too early for me -- 5 a.m. my time! -- but those of you in Europe and perhaps Australia/New Zealand might be interested in tuning in!)  

This was Book #2 read to date in 2021 (and Book #2 finished in January), bringing me to 6% of my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 36 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 2 books ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2021 tagged as "2021 books." 

#MicroblogMondays: "The Simpsons" & childlessness

I knew almost immediately from the first minute or two of "The Simpsons" last night (season 32, episode 11, "The Dad-Feelings Limited") that the episode was being set up as a "parents vs childless" thing (which "The Simpsons" has done before). 

I was right. 

I may not get all the fine details right here, pulling them from my memory, but here's how the story unfolded:  Homer & Marge spend Saturday morning shepherding their kids to umpteen exhausting birthday parties full of screaming children, while Comic Book Guy & his Japanese wife Kumiko enjoy a leisurely breakfast, doing whatever they want.  Desperate to get out (& away from the kids), Homer & Marge wind up at Moe's for trivia night where their table/teammates are... Comic Book Guy & Kumiko. They're a perfect team, filling in each others' knowledge gaps. 

At the Simpsons house, baby Maggie starts crying upstairs, and Marge asks Kumiko to get her. Kumiko protests that she knows nothing about babies. Of course, as soon as she picks up Maggie, she falls in love with her, and as soon as she gets back home, she demands that Comic Book Guy make a baby with her. Comic Book Guy protests that he doesn't want kids. (You think they would have discussed this before they got married??)  There's a hilarious line to the effect that he can't have kids with all these toys in the house (!).  

After spending time with the Simpson kids (at an outdoor movie screening... at the cemetery?!!), he retreats to his childhood home, and we are treated to Comic Book Guy's backstory. His dad (voiced by Dan Aykroyd!) is known as "Postage Stamp Fellow," and there's also a bunch of eccentric (childless, of course...) aunts & uncles who collect various things. After resolving his childhood trauma, Comic Book Guy decides he is ready to be a father. (!) 

I said, "I knew it!"  Dh rolled his eyes and reminded me "It's just a cartoon!" 

I do generally enjoy "The Simpsons" (albeit not as much as dh...!) -- it's full of clever writing and sharp social commentary. But its depiction of childless characters is frequently stereotypical and often leaves a great deal to be desired (even while it sends it up the foibles of parenthood and the idea of the Simpsons as an "ideal" family). Consider some of the childless characters on the show: bartender Moe, hapless salesman Gil, Marge's sisters Patty & Selma (until she adopts Chinese baby Ling), the Crazy Cat Lady, Bart's teacher Edna Krabapple (in earlier seasons)... 

Did you see the episode? (Do you watch "The Simpsons"?)  What do you think?  

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

Delurk!

Melissa at Stirrup Queens has reminded us that it's International Blog Delurking Week. :)  Says Mel: 

"The first full week of January (January 3 – 9, 2021) is when we’re supposed to slither out of the reading closet and check in with an “I’m here” comment. I’m not sure if anyone does this anymore. Back in the olden days, people would pop up out of the woodwork. Nowadays, not so much.

"So let’s see what happens."

I've taken part in Delurking Week, on & off over the 13 years I've been blogging (related posts now tagged here), and it's always fun to see old friends, occasional commenters and previously silent lurkers come out of the woodwork to say hello. 

So -- come out, come out, wherever you are -- say hello (at least) and, if you like, tell me/us something about yourself. As always, I'm curious -- how did you find me, & how long have you been reading (if you remember)? 

"Hoax" by Brian Stelter

My first completed book of 2021 is "Hoax: Donald Trump, Fox News, and the Dangerous Distortion of Truth" by Brian Stelter, CNN's chief media correspondent and the anchor of "Reliable Sources," CNN's Sunday morning show about the media & how the news gets reported (and -- as a one-time reporter myself -- a personal favourite of mine). 

(ALI sidenote:  Brian & his wife Jamie are very open about the fact that their two children were born via IVF. Jamie has also had multiple miscarriages.) 

"Hoax" is a somewhat gossipy yet in-depth look at Fox News in the Trump era -- the sycophantic relationship that developed between the network and the president, and the ongoing battle between Fox's news and "programming"/opinion sides -- the Chris Wallaces of the network versus the Sean Hannitys & Tucker Carlsons, if you will.  

Stelter interviewed more than 250 current and former Fox News staffers for this book. Most of them chose to remain anonymous, and the book would obviously have been better, had more of them agreed to be named. Nevertheless, the sheer volume of voices corroborating each other paints a pretty damning picture.

The book was published in late August 2020, and ends well before the 2020 election campaign really got under way. Apparently Stelter is updating the book for the paperback version, to be published in May. Meanwhile, Trump and his hardcore supporters, having been radicalized by Fox and now finding it not sufficiently deferential to/supportive of Trump (!!), are turning away from the network to follow OANN and Newsmax instead. I'll be interested to read Stelter's take on these last few months! 

4 stars on Goodreads 

This was Book #1 read to date in 2021 (Book #1 finished in January), bringing me to 3% of my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 36 books. I am (for the moment, anyway...!) 1 book ahead of schedule. :)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2021 tagged as "2021 books." 

Right now

Right now... (an occasional (mostly monthly) meme, alternating from time to time with "The Current"). (Explanation of how this started & my inspirations in my first "Right now" post, here. Also my first "The Current" post, here.)

December was Full Month #9 (going on #10) of life in the age of COVID-19. We (= the region I live in near Toronto) went back under lockdown on Dec. 14th. Initially, that was to be a four-week period -- but a week later on Dec. 21st, an even stricter lockdown was announced for the entire province, beginning on Dec. 26th.  All non-essential retail businesses must shut down. In southern Ontario, they will remain closed until (at least) Jan. 23rd. The northern part of the province, where case rates are not quite so high, is scheduled to reopen two weeks earlier. (That's the plan, anyway...!)    

On top of dh's usual weekly trips to the supermarket for groceries and for takeout dinners on Saturday nights, we ventured out together once for haircuts*;  once to the bank and the bookstore (before everything closed up again); once to the drugstore/postal outlet (to buy stamps for my Christmas cards and a few other things);  and three times, briefly & masked, to BIL's -- on Older Nephew's birthday, on Christmas Eve to deliver presents -- without seeing Little Great Nephew, who was napping :(  -- and on New Year's Eve afternoon/yesterday, when we did finally get to see him!  

Otherwise, we've continued to stay close to home.

* (Gahhhh!! -- our next haircuts would usually be on or around Jan. 15th -- waiting an extra week for the lockdown to end won't be TOO bad, but hopefully it won't go much longer than that again!!) 

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Reading: I read 4 books in December (reviewed on this blog & tagged “2020 books”):

• "The Young Clementina" by D.E. Stevenson (for my DES online group). 
• "Cathy's Christmas Kitchen" by (the Gateway Women book club pick for December). 
• "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens -- I listened in/watched on Facebook live as members of the East Pointers band read the book aloud, chapter by chapter, over five nights. 
• "The Midnight Library" by Matt Haig (the Gateway Women book club pick for November -- which I actually read after the December selection, above...!).  

I closed out 2020 with a total of 43 books read, bringing me to 143% of my 2020 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal of 30 books. I completed & then exceeded my challenge goal for the year by 13 books, 14 books ahead of schedule. :)  (Not quite as good as the 50 books I read in 2019 -- and I started counting re-reads this year too! -- but not bad either!)  You can find reviews of all my books read to date in 2020 tagged as "2020 books." 

I have increased my 2021 Goodreads Reading Challenge goal to 36 books ( = 3 books per month, on average). 

Current read(s):   

• "Hoax" by Brian Stelter (which I began earlier this fall, set aside for a while and then picked up again recently...).  
• "The Blue Castle" by L.M. Montgomery (read & reviewed on my own in August, now reading along & discussing with my L.M. Montgomery Readathon group on Facebook)(and enjoying it hugely!).  
• "The Young Clementina" by D.E. Stevenson (I read it through for myself -- counted above -- and am now re-reading chapter by chapter and discussing with my DES online group). 

Coming up: 

• "Confessions of a Forty-Something F###-Up" by Alexandra Potter (the January GW book club pick). 

A few recently purchased titles (in both digital and paper formats):   

• "The Chicken Sisters" by K.J. Dell'Antonia
• "Relax, Dammit!"  by Timothy Caulfield. 
• "Maybe You Should Talk to Someone" by Lori Gottlieb 
• "Save Me the Plums" by Ruth Reichl 
• "I Like to Watch" by Emily Nussbaum 
• "White Ivy" by Susie Yang 

Watching:  Not much...!  Dh has been watching a lot of NFL football -- which does not interest me in the least. :p   

I slogged my way through my first Hallmark Christmas movie on Boxing Day -- "Project Christmas Wish" -- see my review here, lol. 

Our "Downton Abbey" reruns went through season 1 again (which we had not yet seen) and then ended abruptly there, just before Christmas, to be replaced by holiday programming. It's not clear whether it will be returning in reruns again in January or whether something else will replace it...?  

Jody Day of Gateway Women recently hosted another Zoom conversation with a panel of childless elders, which was an absolute delight to watch!  

Listening:  We found a Stingray music station that played just holiday songs on our roster of cable channels that was nice to listen to over Christmas. :)  And I caught up to date with episodes of "The Full Stop" podcast.

Following:  A new podcast called "Happy and Childless," with Gateway Women's Jody Day as the first guest. The sound is a bit glitchy, but (as always) Jody is well worth listening to!  

Eating/Drinking:  I found my Christmas baking mojo! -- which was a good thing. I knew if I wanted any of the Christmas goodies I grew up with & love (and look forward to eating), I had to make them myself this year, lol.  I made three kinds of Christmas cookies. We took a couple dozen of each to BIL & the nephews, but there was still plenty left for dh & me to munch on over the holidays. :)  

For Christmas Day dinner, we got another turkey breast roast, similar to the one we had for (Canadian) Thanksgiving.  This time, we got one with stuffing in the centre. It was pretty good -- certainly better than Stovetop Stuffing...!  

Buying (besides books, lol):  Not much!  I ordered myself two new necklaces (including a lovely crystal snowflake pendant) & a pair of crystal earrings from my favourite local sterling silver jewelry artisan. They arrived just before Christmas, so I was able to wear the snowflake & earrings on Christmas Eve. 

Dh's Kobo e-reader conked out on him just after Christmas (at least, the backlight on it did, making it more difficult to read), so I ordered a new one for him online and arranged for curbside pickup at our local mega-bookstore the next day (which is closed, at least to walk-in traffic, under our current lockdown). (I got him to join Goodreads for New Year's too!) 

Wearing: Perhaps I should write about what I'm NOT wearing these days (besides proper pants! and a bra! lol).  I haven't worn a watch regularly in months (after wearing one almost every day since I got my first Timex watch for my 8th birthday).  The battery in my everyday watch ran out last summer, and we haven't been back to the mall (even when it was open) to get it replaced. I do have another watch that I've put on when we've gone out, but it's big & heavy -- I prefer the other one. 

I haven't been wearing my wedding & engagement rings either, unless we're going out. I have remembered to put in a pair of simple stud earrings... most days...! 

Sleeping:  A little better lately (for whatever reason?), thankfully! 

Trying:  To be patient as we wait our turns to get the COVID-19 vaccine... (probably later this spring or early summer...) 

Wanting/Hoping for:  Better things in 2021...!  

Loving:  Our Christmas tree (which is still up, and probably will be until sometime early/mid-next week, perhaps until after Epiphany/Ukrainian Christmas). Having that extra bit of light glowing from the corner of the room when it's dark & gloomy outside lifts my spirits. 

(I have a friend who loves Christmas & does a Christmas countdown every year... starting in January!  lol  She reminds us every single month how many months until Christmas, and once we get to November, she starts counting down the days. The thing I find really hilarious, though, is that -- after all that build-up -- her tree and all her decorations come down promptly on Boxing Day! She does have a real tree every year, and I know they get dried out & messy, etc. -- but still...!)    

Feeling:  Thankful that 2020 is finally over!! (2021 HAS to be at least a little better... hasn't it?)  

A bit apprehensive about the long, dreary winter months ahead of us, now that the fun of Christmas is over with. 

In denial that I'm going to be (gulp!) SIXTY YEARS OLD in less than two weeks...!!  (Wishing: That I could be spending it on a beach somewhere... oh well...! Remembering: That old age is a privilege denied to many, particularly in this pandemic year and... Counting: My blessings...)