Lighthearted rants and reflections on baby boomer lifestyle, ageing, retirement, fashion, current events, and more . . . .
Advice is only helpful when it’s asked for or if you have permission. Does that sound familiar? Very rarely do I ever get asked for my advice but when I do, I’m more than happy to oblige. After all, I have more than seven decades of life experience under my belt. That’s a lot of street cred. In fact, I once planned to write a…
This boomer joined a friend and her husband to see Barbie, the movie, this week. My own husband declined and I’m afraid he short-changed himself. I have only one word to describe the movie—BRILLIANT! When the first whispers of a Barbie movie started hitting the media I could not imagine what on earth they could concoct in Hollywood to make a movie about a glamour…
Baby boomers, who spent their entire careers keeping multiple balls in the air to satisfy their bosses, are now faced with a new form of multitasking. Fortunately, we’ve been well-trained but the tasks demanded by retirement and ageing are a little different and less demanding than when we were still working. Five years ago I posted a piece Don’t Buy Into The Multitasking Myth about the dangers…
Twice in recent days, I’ve engaged in conversations with friends about household appliances—the ones we like, and the ones that were a waste of money and cupboard space. The winners and losers are highly subjective. We all have our favourites and they do not always align. A couple of years ago, Instant Pot was the hula hoop of the kitchen scene. Of course, I ran…
Getting a deal from one of our utility providers is such a rare and glorified thing that I’m departing from my usual editorial rant to share a positive experience. Boomers and other seniors are not the only ones who need utility services that are reliable, efficient, and economical. Everyone does. The last time we were cut some slack was during COVID when Ontario Hydro (or…
We’re not talking about George Costanza’s kind of shrinkage issues here, or what happens to our jeans after dessert. The first time I heard the term shrinkage was in 1970 when I was working in the cosmetics department at the Eaton’s College Street store in Toronto (shades of Are You Being Served?). When a young sales girl (we could call them that in those days)…