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 🙂
One Kwe, or One Woman, is the name of Kathryn Corbiere’s metal shop in M’Chigeeng, Manitoulin Island.
It resonates, doesn’t it? One woman against the world, brave, and strong, and … well, you get the idea.
It’s a great name, both aesthetically pleasing and accurate, in that Kathryn is a one woman show. She runs her own business, creating and selling modern furniture and art.
One of Kathryn’s art pieces, created in consultation with Pride Manitoulin’s youth group, now hangs in the Objibwe Cultural Foundation. A modern take on the traditional dream catcher, and incorporating LGBT symbolism in its triangular shape and the pride colours worked into the hanging metal feathers, the piece includes three Objibwe words worked into its base—
Respect Love Courage
Like many of us, Kathryn ended up on this particular path because the one she originally started out on turned into a dead end. Unable to find work as a welder, she took her training, and her artistic talent, and tried something else.
Kathryn’s secret to success, “You have to be willing to try.”
Oh, you mean, get off the couch and turn off Netflix?
Still remember the opening to the original Star Wars movie? That theatrical crawl, the gold words marching off the screen into the distance?
Still find yourself doing a really bad imitation of Darth Vader come Halloween? Saying, “Luke, I am your father,” in your deepest voice and brandishing a plastic lightsaber?
What if that lightsaber wasn’t plastic? What if you could fence like the guys in the movie, slashing and feinting, saving the world from the dark force?
Thanks to the French Fencing Federation, you can.
Well, maybe not you…or me, but someone willing to put in the time to learn how to fence? Definitely.
The federation has officially recognized lightsaber dueling as a competitive sport.
The Académie de Saber Laser isn’t messing about. They’ve standardized the rules, and ensured that all participants are equipped with the right protection, because the bouts can be dangerous. The polycarbonate blades of the LED-lit lightsabers have been known to break bones.
Just to keep it interesting, the competitors fence in a dark space—making the glow of the weapons truly visible.
Christope Ena / Associated Press
So far, no Jedi costumes available, but stay tuned, the Académie is working on it.
Tired of the gym? Maybe, it’s time to get your Geek on 🙂