Monthly Archives: May 2016

Sunday May 1, 2016

This was one of those self-flagellating strips, which said in print something I had been thinking: I often missed important conversations because I was focused on something less relevant. In this strip, I’ve drawn Katie’s favourite jacket—one I destroyed by putting in the dryer! There is also mention of my friend, Margie Palmer. Whenever I could, I’d put a friend’s name in the paper to let them know I was thinking of them. This proved to be a lot of fun and even connected me to friends with whom I’d lost touch.

Monday May 2, 2016

It was fun to see these dailies again. For the past week, I have been helping a friend move, and soon I will be moving to a new place of my own. I have been going through my friends’ keepsakes, collections and personal things, as well as my own. It’s important to go through the items we have collected and treasured throughout our lives. It gives us the opportunity to revisit some wonderful moments in our history. It also gives us the opportunity to chuck out a load of #*%$##@* junk!!!

Thursday May 5, 2016

I haven’t done this yet; sort through all my photographs, but I will! Someday, when the time is right, I’ll actually put all my photos together in albums—in the right order. Just saying this makes me wonder if the folks who make a living doing these kinds of things really exist. If they do…I wonder if they ever get around to putting their OWN stuff in order!

Wednesday May 18, 2016

I’ve noticed that some of the residents in my friends’ building get very few visitors. When I send or arrive with flowers and small gifts, things I consider simple and unimportant, people around her tell her how lucky she is. They wonder if it’s her birthday or some other special occasion. This saddens me. Each one of these elders deserves a regular visit from someone who loves them. Small tokens of affection should be commonplace, but I’ve discovered that this is not the case.

Thursday May 26, 2016

I sat with a friend today; someone I’ve known since kindergarten. I asked Laurel what her first job was and she said, "washing hair in a salon. My mom got me the job." Mine was in my dad’s store. At the time, we didn’t think much of the work our parents arranged for us, but in reality, these jobs were the gateways to our futures.

Friday May 27, 2016

I once offered local kids some money to clean up the road between my house and my mom-in-law’s. It was a country road, so there was no way to cheat! The funny thing was that once they got going, they went from resenting the uncool side of cleaning a rural road, to being fanatical about it. They went down the road, far beyond our property—just because there was so much to pick up. I was so impressed!…And they say kids these days don’t know how to do a job well!