Were they there before?
Go to sleep, again.
The shadows said.
Floated down from the wall.
He shouted back at the house.
A big thank you to Peter for coming up with this Sunday Collaboration idea and giving me the opportunity to get Spooky. If you’re looking to start your day with a laugh, check out Peter’s blog.
One show at a time, Come From Away is spreading the word that kindness counts, that generosity exists, that strangers can become friends—even when the world is falling apart.
Perhaps, especially when the world is falling apart.
To add to it’s collection of awards from N.Y. and L.A., across the pond in London last week, Come From Away walked away with four Olivier awards : Best New Musical, Best Sound Design, Outstanding Achievement in Music, and Best Theatre Choreographer.
Is this a big deal? It is for us.
Come From Away is the first Canadian-penned show to win the Laurence Olivier Award for Best Musical and I couldn’t be happier.
If there was ever a time for a feel-good musical—it’s now 🙂
We all know the proverb:
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me twice in a matter of minutes? Embarrassing.
Every weekday morning, I wake up to a tidy little curated collection of news articles courtesy of the CBC. Last Monday, there was an interesting piece that stated the PM would be addressing the U.N. with the suggestion that they move the headquarters from N.Y. to Toronto.
I didn’t see why the U.N. would want to leave N.Y., but hey, more jobs for Toronto.
That was astonishing enough, but two articles down, I found an announcement that Disney would be building a $6.5 billion theme park in the Toronto Islands. Incredible.
Yep, you guessed it, hog-wash. I was hoodwinked, bamboozled, and duped. Twice!!
I’m thinking of contacting the Canadian Oxford Dictionary people to have my picture printed under Gullible.
Next year, April Fool’s Day will have to survive without me. I won’t be reading the news 🙂
But inking the words on your arm, doesn’t make it so.
When the grey creeps in and reading glasses become a part of your face. When the drugstore clerk gives you the senior’s discount without asking. When parts of you sag and other parts ache, it’s hard to convince yourself that age is just a number…
Because it damn well isn’t.
Age is a natural, physical progression. Fight it if you will, deny it if you must, but there’s no getting around the clock—it’s ticking.
The question is, how do you deal with this unwelcome truth? How do you enjoy life now that you are closer to the end than the beginning?
I can do without the adult education classes on subjects like How to Get the Most out of Your iPhone Photography. What I need is a course on How to Get the Most out of What’s Left of Your Life? Now that, I’d register for.
In the meantime, I’ve found myself a guide, an instructor on aging well. Someone who leads by example, a personal testament to the little known truth that fun doesn’t end when wrinkles begin.
Eighty-nine years old and wearing a wet suit for the first time to get up close and personal with a dolphin.
You won’t find Molly in a rocking chair on a porch, but try the casino. Better than even odds, the second slot machine on the left? She’ll be there.
“Do you want to go to…?”
Molly’s answer is always yes, because she doesn’t sit at home when she can be out and about, preferably out an about in another country. She keeps her passport in her purse, knows her way around an airport, and can figure out the Euro to Canadian dollar exchange faster than Google.
Molly dances with her great-grandchildren, takes her latte with whipped cream, and plays cards. Any and every card game, as long as there’s a bet on the table.
She’s always busy, always doing, and always looking ahead—to the next trip, the next wedding, the next stranger she can turn into a friend.
Molly’s my guru, my touchstone for living, one day at a time 🙂