Last Call

This change represented the emptying of our pockets of the very last of our Euros after a month’s vacation in England and France.  Last of our money, last drink at our favoured brasserie – tomorrow would find us homeward bound, changing from Central European Time back to Eastern Daylight Time. Related image on Beyond the Brush Photography: Changing up The weekly photo challenge is: Change Continue reading Last Call

A Cat’s Age

This picture is Julia’s challenge this week, no word limit, although I’m thinking she thought there might be less and not more.  It’s a birthday card for her son … I think she’s expecting some humourous inside messages … sorry.  I put fingers to keyboard and this is what emerged – 137 words.   And. just so we’re clear?  I wouldn’t put this in a birthday card, to my son, or anyone else – somehow this transformed into a comment on aging. Continue reading “A Cat’s Age”

Passing through the Portal

win badge Anxious, excited, apprehensive, I kept close to my mother’s side, within reach of her hand should I need an extra measure of comfort as I watched the other fidgeting five and six-year olds grouped in clusters about the cavernous room, some holding fast to their mother’s hand. It is September, 1955. Continue reading “Passing through the Portal”

Five Minute Friday: Opportunity

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.  We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.

We write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat-out.  Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.

My Five Minute Friday on Tuesday:  Life’s Ways Continue reading “Five Minute Friday: Opportunity”

Five Minute Friday: Goodbye

Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.  We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking


She was in the process of moving.  Since her husband died she was finding it harder and harder on her own.  It was time to be closer to her daughters.  Then, struck down herself she ended up in the hospital.  She seemed to be on the road to recovery … her daughter visited and brought a pot of tea, because the hospital tea was just too terrible.  They laughed together and parted with the words, I love you.  Then, Continue reading “Five Minute Friday: Goodbye”

Age has all sorts of impish tricks

My father often repeated a quote attributed to Bette Davis: “Getting old is not for sissies.”  I saw a recent photo of myself that seemed less than flattering and I asked out loud, “When I did get so old?”  My adult daughter’s quick response was, “Only recently, Mum”.  In childhood years I am quite old, but in senior years I am still very young.  If I live to be as old as my grandmother I still have another 30 years ahead of me.

Recently my husband had a short hospital stay that was unexpectedly extended an extra night. My dilemma was that after battling heavy traffic for two hours to get to the city to retrieve him I was told that he would not being going home and would have to be picked up between 6.30 and 7.00 a.m. the next morning.  That was going to be a lot of driving and very little sleep for me and so I called my daughter who lived in the city. Apparently I sounded flustered because she immediately left work and came to get me, took me to her home, fed me, even did my laundry and provided me with a toothbrush and clean socks. I expect it to be many more years before I lose my autonomy but I think this could be seen as the initial crossover onto a long and slippery slope towards dependency.  It simply was not that long ago I was stepping in to help my own mother.

Age definitely creeps up faster the older we get, or perhaps we are creeping more slowly, and Age is an easier pill to swallow if we retain a sense of humour because Age has all sorts of impish tricks.   For instance, Continue reading “Age has all sorts of impish tricks”

What will my grandchildren find?

win badgeFollowing on yesterday’s post, my own teen years were the flower power, flower children, make love not war, hippy, long-haired, draft-dodging, protest-marching, drug-induced 1960s. Fashions were bizarrely similar to today. Today’s flared pants “sitting just below the waist” were my bell bottomed hip huggers; today’s “Capri” pants were the pedal pushers of my youth; and my daughter’s jacket is my “pea” jacket of 40 years ago. I watched TV programs like the Ed Sullivan Show, and The Man from U.N.C.L.E., which was filled with the thought-of-but-not-yet-possible sci-fi gadgets of today. My music was the Beatles, and the Rolling Stones, The Who, The Animals, and Bob Dylan droning endlessly on. We challenged Continue reading “What will my grandchildren find?”