Timothy Leary’s rallying cry for hippies of Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out has new meaning these days. Turning on has lost some of its rebellious cachet now that weed has been legalized in Ontario and boomers are tuning in on a different frequency. If you’re like me, many boomers are now committed owners and users of hearing aids. Just as surely as we all…
There was a time when I could eat pretty much anything I wanted without consequences. In the mid-sixties when I worked for Bell Telephone in the Maclean-Hunter building on University Avenue, my friend and I used to order mashed potatoes with gravy and dessert with every lunch in the cafeteria. Then, without an ounce of shame or regret, we treated ourselves to a butter tart…
We spend an incredible one-third of our lives in bed, whether our own or someone else’s. That adds up to almost thirty years in bed, and that investment of time deserves a good mattress and good sheets. We recently updated our mattress to one of those trendy memory foam thingies which I’m still somewhat ambivalent about, and thought I deserved some new sheets to go…
Those new parking machines that have replaced real human parking attendants are driving me crazy. Is it because I’m old and incompetent, or just plain stupid? The grumbling and sweating start while I am still walking across the parking lot toward the scary, big, green and black machine. Will it grant me permission to occupy a space for a few hours? Will it perform its…
There is a new attitude in the workplace and I’m envious. We’re all familiar with the quiet quitting phenomenon. Employees have embraced the practice of doing the minimum amount of work while still managing to keep their jobs. It’s a variation of work to rule. The new slant on this slacker attitude is called lazy girl working. Get a job with minimal demands that allows…
Are professional sports affecting your love life, or am I the only one? Last Sunday I saw a good movie advertised and suggested to my husband that we go on a cosy date to take in the matinée. Like Pavlov’s dog, my taste buds were already drooling at the thought of warm, buttery popcorn and an icy Diet Coke. He looked at me like I…
