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Tea tales
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Thank goodness for Downton Abbey. The art of drinking tea had been reduced to warm water in a Styrofoam cup or some concoction of berries with candy, soaked in hot water, and sold for $5 as “birthday cake blend”. But at Downton, the world learned the real deal about tea. We watched Duchess Grantham and Violet…
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Waking up to smell the coffee
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The silence is what I listen for, if that makes any sense. Driving north, it’s not until the rock cuts north of Gravenhurst that I even believe this is possible, given the chaos and noise I’ve left behind in Toronto. It’s not just the traffic and the construction. My ears are still ringing from the…
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There’s a raccoon in my attic and she’s got Bette Bandit Eyes
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It’s an urban horror story. In the middle of the night it starts, incessant chewing above your head. Then you realize it’s probably on your roof and something is trying to get it. At first, you can only hope it’s a wild critter. Maybe the fact that your house is being consumed particleboard by particleboard…
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The Well-Travelled True North Feline
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Our son headed back to Toronto from Yellowknife early in January, this time with a cat handily packed in a pet carrying bag that looked like he was travelling with a duffle bag which moved. Weather delays in the North West Territories (surprise surprise) meant he missed his flight from Calgary to Toronto. He was offered standby but in Thomas’…
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EMBRACE THE CLUTTER: Help, I’m trapped inside a family Tip 1
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Clutter is now the 8th Deadly Sin. If you want to misbehave these days you dont need to cheat on a spouse or rob a bank you simply have to hoard too much stuff. It starts with the premise that order is good and clutter is bad; and clutter that leads to losing track…