One Sentence Per Year – 1972 – 1982

1972 – We fall in love with Dryden where we live in Mrs. Groening’s basement suite,  I work at Ella Lynn’s,  we ride our ten speed bikes all over town, and my Aunt Marguerite keeps us from starving to death and I don’t think we ever thanked her enough for that.

1973 – Back to school in Guelph for W so I go to work at the university book store:  I throw away my BC pills because they give me severe headaches, and use a diaphram instead, and we hope that it will work just as well, but oh well, what can you do – it doesn’t.

1974 – Our beautiful daughter is born in the middle of her dads final exams;  every work day morning dropping her off with her babysitter (no matter how loving) is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.

1975 – The Northwest Territories is where the work is, so that’s where we go next, carrying one baby in our arms with another one on the way,  into the snow and the cold and the dark and the isolation and after awhile we wonder how we ever could have thought it would be easy.

1976 – Our handsome son is born in a nursing station in the middle of nowhere, delivered by a midwife;  his eighteen month old sister names him Tookie and our family is complete.

1977 – This is the year I tried to be a teacher in frozen Cambridge Bay, but resigned before the year was up, and now we are moved to Inuvik, living in a rowhouse, in close proximity to utilidors and sidewalks made from boards, to dogteams and to cackling ravens and the delta and the mud.

1978 – Playschool treasurer, enumerator and election clerk, right fielder for the Snow Birds, mom extraordinaire:  I am woman, hear me roar.

1979 – I own a Volkswagen Beetle and we host and attend a lot of parties, but these two things are not necessarily related.

1980 – We take our poor unhappy daughter out of grade one where she is not big enough to contend with racial discrimination from a miserable teacher and go the homeschool route instead.

1981 – Another move, this time to the north of nowhere, picturesque Pond Inlet with it’s iceburgs and big scary ocean and random white people having various kinds of breakdowns.

1982 – There are people in my life that I love and will cherish the memories of forever – Jack and Karen, Chris and Dot, Peter and Nora, Big Jack Labine:  it’s the year we all learn how to ski at Grayrocks and have the strangest “garage” sale EVER.

Things I’m Thankful For

Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.

( Oprah Winfrey)

I’m thankful that there is love in my life. I have someone I’ve grown old with and hopefully we’ll continue on this path for awhile longer – a lifetime partner is a blessing. Even on days when he’s grouchy and obnoxious, he’s still kind of worth it.

I’m thankful that I can see, and read, and write, and think. Even if I don’t do all of those things particularly well. These are abilities I hope I am never foolish enough to take for granted.

I am thankful that I have a house and a job and a car and money to pay my bills. All my basic needs are met. I am one of the luckiest people on this planet.

I am thankful for family. My siblings, my kids, my grandchildren, my aunts and uncles and cousins. I am thankful for the time I had with my parents who loved me and taught me the value of giving and loving back.

I am thankful that I am aging with health and beauty and grace. HAHAHA! And for my sense of humor and incredible ability to delude myself. That’s the gift that just keeps on giving.

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On Luck

Some guys have all the luck

Some guys have all the pain

Some guys get all the breaks

Some guys do nothing but complain

(lyrics by Jeff Fortgang)

Of course I believe in luck. I also belive in flukes and random accidents. Circumstances, coincidences, chance encounters, the luck of the draw. Good luck, bad luck, lucky breaks, misfortune. Lucky numbers and charms and horseshoes up your butt have whatever power you give to them and influence your life in whatever way you let them or can talk yourself into believing.

We are basically free agents charting our own destinies. But shit happens.

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If I Could Star in any TV Commercial

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind

Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?

(Five Man Electrical Band)

I’ve kind of lost interest in TV lately. And one of the main reasons for that is all the stupid commercials. I don’t like flyers and I don’t like magazines because they are 90% ads. I love the channel changer and the recycle bin which allow me to rid my life of huge bunches of useless information. I hang up on phone solicitors. Sorry, it’s nothing personal.

I’m truly sorry that there are so many people out there gainfully employed in the business of advertising. They are creative and sometimes even inspirational but mostly their end efforts end up annoying the hell out of everyone. Except for the funny stuff, but have you ever noticed that when a commercial makes you laugh out loud, later you can’t remember what product they were trying to push?

Anyway, the point is, I don’t think I’d like to be a part of any kind of TV commercial, as the star or in any other role. Advertising has its place and it’s nice to know when something goes on sale I guess, but I don’t appreciate the constant bombardment and the information overload and the same assinine brainwashing blather over and over and over again. In case we’re all too dull to grasp it the first time around. Or maybe this moment in time will be the one when we’re not all off to grab a snack or take a bathroom break. Commercials do come in handy for that.

At work we put up a sign on the debit machine saying we can do cash backs at our till for up to twenty dollars only, and to please use the pen for the on-screen prompts. Nobody reads the sign unless we physically grab them by the neck and shake them until their eyeballs roll. Well actually I’ve never tried that, and I don’t know if it would work, but it would certainly make me feel better about my day. Seriously, people don’t pay attention to half the stuff that we’re trying to get across to them because it’s all TOO MUCH. Everything can’t be the BEST. Stop trying to make us believe it.

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