Thoughts on a Friday

Springtime crocuses in the garden
  • Sometimes it’s hard to concentrate.
  • Especially if there is a vast internet landscape before you.
  • I’ve had my computer away from me for the past two days to get its battery replaced and now I’m just drinking everything in.
  • Remember a time before the internet?
  • I do.
  • Vaguely.
  • All that spare time I had as a kid!
  • Filled with reading, barbies, outdoor activities and colouring books.
  • If I were an adult in the 90s, I’d probably be bored to tears.
  • Or so I’d like to think.
  • But I would probably be too busy living a life to be lured by the sirens of the web.
  • Which, as a matter of fact, wasn’t even spectacular back then.
  • No youtube, no netflix, no social media…
  • Dull, dull, dull.
  • According to something I watched recently (online of course), Generation Z (the ones following Millennials) is the first group to not remember a time before the internet.
  • How about that.
  • In a way, they’re kind of lucky.
  • I didn’t even know there was a generation following “The Greatest Generation”.
  • Didn’t even cross my mind, because I just assumed they were lumped in together.
  • But no!
  • From about 1926 onwards to 1945, they were the “Traditionalists,” or the “Silent Generation.”
  • Makes sense, I suppose.
  • My maternal grandma was in that demographic.
  • Even more shocking was that I discovered no one from the Silent Generation has/had ever been elected president.
  • Alright, so the thing I watched recently was American.
  • Can’t say the same thing about Canadian Prime Ministers, however.
  • And I did a quick background check to make sure this was true.
  • Off-hand question: When you pipe in during a conversation (not interrupting), and the other person tells you they weren’t talking to you… Is it rude?
  •  This happened to me the other day. I’d explain the situation, but it’s slightly complex.
  • The alleged person wasn’t very nice about it, either.
  • But I brushed it off.
  • Mostly.
  • I didn’t think I was being rude by chiming in, but maybe it wasn’t an appropriate time.
  • Or maybe they were just grumpy.
  • At times I wish I were more of a chatty/outgoing person, but incidents like this one gives me all the more reason to just not say anything.
  • Forever.
  • Maybe I’m just sensitive.
  • No, I’m definitely sensitive.
  • So I shall leave it at that.
  • I want a chocolate.
  • There’s still Easter candy sitting by me that’s waiting to be devoured.
  • But first, the dogs must be walked.
  • Time to take off.
  • So, here’s this week’s music: take it away, MJ!

Thoughts before the Easter long Weekend

Jeune Femme, Etienne Adolphe Piot
  • If I had a bag of Cadbury mini eggs next to me, odds are good that I would be eating them.
  • As would any person in their right mind.
  • Instead, I have to settle for cheese.
  • Not ideal, but good enough.
  • Although I will need something sweet sooner or later.
  • I could even go for a cream egg.
  • Or better yet: A cream egg McFlurry.
  • I’ve had only one of those in my life thus far, and every time Easter rolls around, I find myself thinking of getting one.
  • Sadly, I never do.
  • Good god people, my ballet exam is in a month and a half.
  • I’m torn between nervousness and relief that it’s finally happening.
  • On the other hand, there’s still plenty I need practice on.
  • Uuuuunghhh.
  • At least it’s going to be done at our dance studio.
  • The one consolation I have.
  • Save me from myself and the horror of my left-side piqué turns.
  • Rumour has it a new Star Wars trailer has dropped. Exciting!
  • Haven’t watched it yet.
  • It’s rather sad knowing that this was Carrie Fisher’s last film.
  • There’s a lovely tribute for her that was released the other day, ahead of the new Star Wars trailer.
  • A real gem of a woman, Carrie was.
  • Scotland.
  • I’ve been getting really wanderlusty for the British Isles, as of late.
  • Or perhaps Europe in general.
  • Last time it was for Hawaii.
  • Mainly I want to prance around those rugged hills, and explore the ruins of centuries-old castles… All while breathing in the history.
  • Seems like magical place.
  • I’ve never actually been to the UK, ya know?
  • Not counting a stopover in Ireland, once.
  • For all of a day, and I never left the airport.
  • Can’t wait for my next getaway! Whenever that may be.
  • I’ll be sure to blog about it when it happens.
  • If it happens.
  • I promised myself that when I take my next European vacance, my biggest goal (aside from taking great pictures) is to be a trendy dresser.
  • I just want to look damn good in my photos for a change.
  • But for now, I leave you with this charming Easter-themed song by Rosemary Clooney.

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Words for a rainy Thursday


It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of grey engulf the day
And overwhelm the town —
It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining roses down.

It isn’t raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom
Where any buccaneering bee may find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It isn’t raining rain to me,
It’s raining violets.

By Robert Loveman

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Seen, heard and read this month


Good movie! Makes me feel better about my own singing.

Mrs. Henderson Presents. The musical production, that is! Unfortunately, I thought it to be meh. I think I would have preferred watching Judi Dench in the title role.

-The latest Anne of Green Gables series! Gotta say, they’ve certainly added some new elements to it.

-A new hat…!!! (Slightly out of season now that the weather’s warming up, but ah well. Feminism!)

Getting some major Ranger Camp flashbacks while going through old pictures


-A joke that English lit nerds will get:

Doctor: “Sir/madam, I’m afraid you have onomatopoeia.”

Patient: “Oh no! What is it??”

Doctor: “It’s exactly as it sounds.”

-Some groovy music.

A poem I heard over the radio On World Poetry Day.



Library of Souls by Ransom Riggs. Is love too strong a word to describe how I felt about this series? The old timey pictures first drew me in, and I’ve stuck with it since the beginning. I don’t think I’ve gone through a book so fast for quite some time. (IT WAS THE CHARACTERS.) Now it’s finished, I’m bummed, and what am I to read to next?

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“Listen to the song of life” edition of thoughts

My personal aesthetic.
  • One of the most satisfying feelings out there is finishing a book you actually enjoyed reading.
  • It happened with me these past two weeks.
  • It’s been a while since I’ve read such a good book, so therefore it’s worth noting.
  • I won’t tell you what it is, because… I’m saving it for an upcoming blog post.
  • Aha! About time.
  • So much for keeping up with blogging consistency.
  • This month has been ripe with creative constipation.
  • It happens every so often.
  • But one must push through it!
  • That, and I’ve also been busy.
  • But not today.
  • Today, I write.
  • Write, and stare out the window.
  • And find music to listen to on youtube.
  • It looks like rain.
  • Spring arrived this week as well, bringing with it below-freezing temperatures.
  • But it’s getting warmer.
  • Or so we’re told.
  • You know, sometimes I like to believe in fate.
  • Like, if it’s meant to be for you, the opportunity will present itself.
  • An interview with Robert Osborne (RIP) and Kim Novak I was watching last weekend got me thinking about that.
  • She seems to definitely be about the fates and destiny sort of thing.
  • Or rather, she just fell into the acting gig and went along for the ride.
  • Do you call that fate, or just rolling with it?
  • What is fate?
  • There I go, waxing philosophic again.
  • Probably not the word I’m looking for, but that’s all I can think of at the moment.
  • But this goes well with the Katharine Hepburn quote above.
  • “Listen to the song of life!”
  • Which brings me to mention that I also watched a good Katharine Hepburn bio not long ago.
  • I want to be a lady like her in my golden years.
  • At least then I will have an excuse to be sassy.
  • Which isn’t to say I’m not sassy right at this stage in life.
  • KH dressed like my grandma would have dressed in the 90s.
  • And I can imagine her home smelling somewhat like my grandparents.
  • Well, sort of.
  • I was going back and forth as to what song I would end this post with. Lately I’ve been about the 1960s, but for a change I’m in a waltzy mood.
  • This piece makes me visualize dancing in a ballroom in the 1800s, and being swung around by dapper gentlemen in suits.
  • Which would be a lot of fun as well.

Friday in the gray

Of course, the cat doesn’t care who she’s next to. What so ever.
  • Nothing says global warming like 16 degree temperatures in February.
  • I mean, it’s nice weather, but at the same time oh god.
  • Any snow we started with in December has finally melted.
  • Anytime I worry that the world might be going to hell in a hand basket, I try to remember the good things that are happening as well.
  • One doesn’t always hear about them, but they’re there.
  • Look for the helpers, Mister Rogers would say.
  • Or just watch a video on cute puppies or kittens.
  • Can’t go wrong with that.
  • I took a trip down memory lane by sorting through my old grade school stuff today.
  • Boy did I love making art.
  • From the sparkles that got everywhere, to the construction paper, to the glue that stuck on the fingers.
  • Even if the creation ended up looking like crap.
  • Oh, and my writing was fit for a 6 year old.
  • Thankfully, it has since improved.
  • And thankfully my parents appreciated my stuff.
  • I think.
  • But the best part was when I was reading about a trip to the Royal Ontario Museum, and I casually mentioned how we got stuck in traffic on the 401 west bound.
  • The specific details are incredible.
  • The second best part was my two sentence ghost story, circa 1995.
  • “A ghost is white. The ghost is scary.”
  • It’s that short.
  • And my teacher commented, “A good first story!”
  • In a painful sort of way.
  • La douleur equise. 
  • A beautiful word with a painful meaning behind it.
  • Wanting someone you can’t have.
  • The indescribable want of something.
  • For me, I don’t know what that something is.
  • The music I’ve included down below is to inspire you to go out and conquer the weekend. Or world, whatever.

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