Yesterday, we began renovations on our new home. Today, my neck, back and achilles tendons no longer work. Eight years ago, when we started the same process on our present home, I don’t remember feeling like this. I remember holding the mini-jack hammer and cackling with joy as I exposed the brick in our kitchen….
I should have been prepared. It’s not like I’m new to this. I’ve done shows before – I’ve suffered from Post-Show Depression. But this time around – there’s a 6 piece set + carry-on of emotional baggage that I hadn’t counted on. As an actor – for concentrated amounts of time – your cast…
I parked the car. It was the first in the lot. When I opened the door, three inches of freshly fallen powdery snow were at my feet. The snow around my parking spot and all the way to the loading dock door was pristine. It was too good to pass up. I put on my…
The shoes were stunning. Beautiful burgundy brogues, glowing in the fluorescent lights of Value Village. I spotted them from the end of the women’s jackets aisle. I’m always on the look out for a great pair of men’s shoes for David. They have to be big shoes, David has massive feet. Wide, wide, WIDE, flipper…
Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
“SON OF A…” “MOTHER-$@*%&$!” We had a dumpster delivered Monday morning. We’re down to the crunch before the move. What hasn’t been sold or donated by the moving date ends up in the steel depths of the most dangerous dumpster in Southern Ontario. Before the dumpster was deposited on our driveway, we had snow. And…
It’s Rissa’s bedtime witching hour, when she winds up instead of down, when she giggles and plays instead of succumbing to slumber. “Psssssssst…. do you see this tiny pocket?? It’s wee!” She has this thing for pockets. Wee pockets in particular. She likes to draw your attention to them – to share her love of…
For weeks now, in preparation for our impending move, we’ve been packing up our ginormous home. Over the weekend I was tackling the office space and I ran out of packing tape. “NO TAPE!!! WE HAVE NO TAPE!!!” “There might be some duct tape downstairs,” says David. Duct tape! Perfect! Duct tape sticks to everything…
It was a beautiful sunny Sunday. The kitchen was brightly lit – we soaked up the Vitamin D. We were taking a break from our packing… David and I were enjoying fried eggs on toast and had called up to Rissa to come down for lunch. Eventually she came into the kitchen, grabbed a juice…
“I don’t really have PMS do I?” I ask as we’re driving home. “Hmmmmm?” David queries. “I’m more an MS kinda gal. That’s when I lose it…” I toss him a look. David’s eyes narrow, almost imperceptibly, but I can still see it. How can he answer this? What WON’T drive me to have a…