Imagine

Remember these guys?

20180809_122233

Remember
Give Peace a Chance?  
Make Love Not War?

20180809_125051 (3)
Museum of Liverpool, England.

Obviously, we haven’t been imaging hard enough.

Aimer at Amazon

Advertisements

Home Away From Home

When you’ve seen enough museums, castles, and churches. When your feet are killing you and you can’t access Google Maps because the battery on your phone has died. When the clouds open up and you left your umbrella in the hotel…

Tourist Overload.

The cure?

Something familiar. Some place that’s just like home.

Don’t think I don’t see the irony here.

We pack our bags and hit the road because we want to see new, different, other — and then all we want is the same old, same old.

Why?

Because being a stranger in a strange land is exhausting. Also interesting, exciting, and amazing, but it fries the brain.

For most North Americans, that little bit of home is a Starbucks or if we’re really desperate a McDonald’s. For Canadians though, nothing says home like Tim’s.

In Belfast, a block or two away from their incredibly beautiful city hall … could it be? Nah. No way, not here.

But, yes. There it was, as Canadian as the Maple Leaf — Tim Hortons in Northern Ireland.

20180810_130325

20180810_130300

Did I go in?

Two words for you — French Vanilla 🙂

Aimer at Amazon

 

Welcome Home

No one says Welcome Home anymore.

In my house, I’m lucky if anyone turns away from the TV for a whole two seconds and tosses a Hi in my direction. No one actually gets up and comes to the door. Basically, I got more enthusiastic welcomes from the dog, but he’s moved out.

Banners say Welcome Home, but unless you’ve been stuck in the hospital for a month or carried a gun somewhere overseas don’t expect anyone to string one up for you anytime soon.

Has this lack of an anachronistic pleasantry darkened my days and ruined my nights? No. I never even thought about it, much less rued its absence, until…

On my way home recently, I asked Google to talk me through the traffic and ever-present construction. Eventually, I pulled into my driveway. My phone said…

Welcome Home.

LOL, literally. Huge smile on my face.

I considered driving around the block just to come back and hear that automated welcome again because—seriously cute.

Who needs people when your phone likes you?  🙂

Aimer at Amazon

 

 

Sign of the Times

I came across this sculpture today and I had to smile …

I remember a time when people talked about peace as if it would really happen. When both sexes wore their hair to their shoulders, the girls stopped wearing bras, and the boys all pretended they could play guitar.

The world was going to be a better place. We would make it better.

Yeah …

Created for the Toronto Light Festival last winter by Studio Rosenblatt, Symbolic Peace is a “laser cut steel sculpture meant to signify the strength of diversity within our community”.

Toronto 4 (2)

Maybe it’s time to bring back the 60’s  🙂

Aimer at Amazon

 

Sunshine and Sailboats

I’m not saying flowers aren’t worth a look or two because they are.

 

But…

Do I see a flower on a beautiful day and think, “Can I have another life? Please.”

No.

Flowers may not be in my backyard — except for one stubborn rose bush that even I can’t kill — but they’re fairly easy to find. They don’t instill envy and the wish that I believed in reincarnation.

Sailboats however…

20180527_171310 (3)

A summer day in that other life, the one I don’t have 🙂

Aimer at Amazon

Burial Chic

Fashion is no longer just for the living.

If you can’t find a coffin that expresses the complexity of you, consider the Infinity Burial Suit. Created by Jae Rhim Lee and Mike Ma it’s the latest in eco-friendly, post-mortem fashion.

death 2

It’s not only chic, it’s good for the environment. It helps your body to decompose and neutralizes the toxins the body releases into the earth. Plus …

You can never go wrong with basic black 🙂

 

As to how it works, the suit is embroidered with thread infused with mushroom spores that grow from the body after burial. Essentially, the mushrooms eat you.

Now would be a good time to mention — I don’t like mushrooms.

Don’t like the texture, don’t like the not-taste. Might as well eat Tofu, which BTW, I don’t eat either 🙂

It didn’t help my hate affair with mushrooms any that, even though I was a Psychology major back in my university days, I was dumb enough to take a Mycology course because I thought it would be cute to share a class with my boyfriend.

Ugh.

The labs were torture. The professor cooked up a batch of mushrooms on a hot plate in the classroom. Even worse, I got a B and my boyfriend got an A!

So yeah, fry mushrooms in butter, drop them into a pasta sauce, do whatever you want with them, but … keep them off my plate.

I’m not eating them, but I could be persuaded to let them eat me 🙂

Aimer at Amazon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Serve and Protect

This past April, an Ontario woman was stopped for speeding in Georgia. It happens, right?

You know the routine, you drag your license and registration out, the cop writes you a ticket.

Not in Georgia, not if you have a Canadian driver’s license. The 27 year old grad student was told her license was invalid. She was handcuffed and ended up in jail. Mug shots, fingerprints, scary stuff.

The article I read had over 1700 comments. Quite a few people felt the woman should have had her passport with her. Apparently, having copies of her passport, birth certificate, and Nexus card on her phone wasn’t good enough. Some felt that she should have had a Tennessee license since she was living there while going to school. One comment said that particular area of Georgia was known for “financing their counties through bogus charges and fines.”

Whether you think the cop was right or wrong probably depends on which side of the border you live on, but the report got me to thinking…

I’ve been stopped for speeding more times than my husband appreciated. Never once was an officer less than polite. Most were friendly, and a few had a sense of humour. I’m certain they would be just as professional if I was holding a Non-Canadian license.

To every police officer in my neck of the woods; Toronto Police, York Region Police, Ontario Provincial Police, and the Quebec Provincial Police I want to say thank you 🙂

The next time I’m in the States? Uber.

Aimer at Amazon

 

 

 

 

No Escape

We started with one Google Home (voice activated smart speaker) downstairs in the kitchen, but then, of course, we needed one upstairs in the bedroom.  Fine, good, done.

Uh …

I got tired of certain people, okay one person in particular, raising the volume of the speaker in the kitchen so he could hear it in the family room. Because watching one hockey, football, basketball game wasn’t enough, he had to know the scores of all the other games.

Okay, a Google Mini for the family room. Fortunately, they were on sale. Done.

Uh …

Another family member (looks an awful lot like me) couldn’t handle the crummy, staticky sound of the ancient radio in the washroom. And who wants to fiddle with a dial when you can say, “Okay, Google” ?

Now, we’ve got four of these things. We’re talking to Google more than we are to each other and everyone is happy.

Uh …

Last night, I’m at my laptop trying to get my WIP to actually progress — Google lights up. My husband’s voice comes out of the speaker. The Leafs are ahead four to three.

Did you know these speakers can double as an intercom system?

I didn’t. Neither did my husband until he had lunch with a techie friend yesterday. Said friend better not be showing up for dinner anytime soon.

Well past eleven last night, the house is quiet. I’m downstairs drinking tea and reading — Google lights up. My husband’s voice says, I can’t sleep alone.

Thanks to technology, no matter which room I’m in, no matter how many doors I close —

There is no escape 🙂

Aimer at Amazon