Ted: Browse The Strips
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Saturday, June 5, 2010
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Thursday, June 10, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Lynn's Comments: Again, there was no "Ted" in our community. This character was entirely fiction. Here, John has beer with his colleague in an upscale shop on the street below their clinics. In the strip, the world is fictional. John and Ted are working in a cosmopolitan environment with 4-6 storey buildings around them and a large parking lot on the corner. In reality, our clinic was above Perepeluk's Grocery and the only coffee shop you might go to schmooze in was "Wong's Cafe" across the street. The old wooden booths and the coffee counter with the worn round stools welcomed you like a 50s movie set. The smell of egg rolls, wonton and fried rice filled the down in your parka and would linger there for hours, "poofing" out whiffs of Wong's.
As for New years' resolutions, I don't remember making too many - either for myself or anyone else. I learned long before my kids were born that resolutions, though well intended, rarely come about. Our philosophy then was to do what you could, hope for the best and to laugh at the things we couldn't change. This we did. We shared laughter with good friends - as often as possible.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Lynn's Comments: The relationship between Ted and Connie (with Uncle Phil in there for added angst) was my first attempt to write a story about people outside the immediate family. I really had no idea where this relationship was going! I thought about them getting married, what Lawrence's relationship to the not-too-fatherly Ted would be like, and I let things between them just "happen". It was an exercise. I fumbled with the dialogue and futzed about with the Pattersons' involvement and simply hoped for the best.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Lynn's Comments: It was with some experience and in talking to friends that I put this thought on paper: Strange how someone can seem to reject you without a second thought, then feel as though they still had some kind of "ownership" when they see you with someone else!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Lynn's Comments: We talk about "the one that got away" and somewhere in all our lives, there's a "what if" love. What if I had married my grade 12 sweetheart? What if I'd given that guy at the university a second chance? There are so many what ifs, and yet the choices we made at the time were for a reason.
Here, Ted is confronted by his inability to make a commitment. The story will eventually end without his ever having had a strong, long term relationship. He, for one, will always be wondering "what if?"
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Lynn's Comments: This is from the mental diary I have kept for years.
I was a single mother, lonely, unsure of myself and prone to making quick - often poor - decisions. I met an attractive young man while shopping with Aaron at a grocery store. We crossed paths as we coursed the aisles and eventually stopped to talk. He asked if I was single, I said I was and I accepted an invitation to go out.
I got a babysitter. He picked me up at my house and proceeded to drive about the town looking for a place to eat. He had a million excuses for not wanting to go here or there and we finally went to a seedy bar where neither of us would be recognized. He had a myriad odd tales. He was a detective and had to maintain his secret identity. He was working undercover. He was part of an elite swat team. As the evening wore on, his stories became more and more outlandish. I became wary and asked him to take me home. He refused, we fought and I asked the bartender to call me a cab. I was escorted to the cab by the bouncer and when I got home, I felt vulnerable and afraid.
I later discovered that my "date" was married, had a bad reputation and I was lucky to have left the bar when I did. The story doesn't end there. He had my address and a few months later he returned, unannounced. He seemed surprised when I said I never wanted to see him again and he said "Honey you're a dime a dozen anyway".
I have often thought about that encounter. I wonder if he's in jail somewhere and I also wonder if, despite my naivete, I had been very, very lucky.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Lynn's Comments: It's interesting to think about how almost "desperate" I was as a single mother. Not to "snag" a man; not to find a replacement for my ex.--I just wanted to be wanted by someone who would treat me and my child, with respect and affection. I was responsible for another life, but I needed someone in MY life, too.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Lynn's Comments: I wanted Ted to be desired by Connie, but thoroughly disliked by the readers and it worked! People regularly told me to have her dump him, but a good story requires a "bad guy", and like all relationships, this one needed to work itself out.