My ‘get up and go’ hasn’t got up and went yet.
I’m 70 years old. I have trouble believing this.
Poignant
Union Blues
This little piece was previously published in the Montreal Gazette, February 19, 2001, under the title “By the cool pool I landed in hot water.”
Gender Benders – Part 2
Some readers may recall an earlier post of mine, Gender Benders, which described a couple of occasions when I encountered kids whose gender I couldn’t quite figure out. The piece went on to ruminate on the question: does gender really matter? Today I came across another situation, with a side of joy to it!
How This Babyboomer Realized It’s Time to Get New Glasses
So I’m catching up on the Free Press, one of my favourite small newspapers here in West-end Montreal.
I like it for its lists of community events along with stories on interesting people and places – and a smattering of local news. Anyway, a page full of real-estate ads caught my eye, with photos of beautiful interiors and exteriors I can never afford. I say I can’t afford them because they all seem to be in areas known to be very expensive. I’m scanning these ads, and…
What’s Wrong With Me! The Final Episode.
Grade Four – or, How I Learned to Start Worrying and Fear School
Oh sure, the photo looks innocent enough. But I can tell you this. My teacher that year – who shall remain nameless (to spare any progeny she may have had… although I doubt she had any; she would have scared off any would-be suitors) – Miss X, made my life a living hell. I used to come home crying. Here’s the thing, though. I can’t for the life of me remember any details of her cruelty. I must’ve buried the memories. <shiver>
Time Goes – the song!
Back on September 23, I posted the lyrics to a song I had written many years ago (circa 1986). Now here is the song itself, which I just had digitized.
“It’s Only a Number!”
This is, I admit, a curmudgeonly complaint about all those well-meaning folks who tell me, “Age is only a number,” whenever I kvetch about my big birthday this Thursday.
To them I say (with all due respect), “OH YEAH?!?”
Off to War… and Home Again!
My grandmother (Bubby) worried all through World War Two, while several of her children and their spouses served in the armed forces. I think it’s fitting this year – the 70th anniversary of that terrible war’s end – to pay tribute to them, my brave aunt and uncles.
Time Goes
So I have a milestone birthday coming up next month, as I’ve mentioned before. I am becoming distinctly forlorn over this. I’ve always been super-aware of aging whenever my current decade would crank over to the next. Life has whipped by way too fast for my liking. So I find myself looking at things I wrote years ago and some of it really takes me back… like these lyrics to a song I wrote back in ’86.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 