Man’s Best Friend

I’m way too lazy to have a dog. I like my creature comforts and they don’t include early morning winter walks with four legged pals. We won’t even talk about the filling that little bag part of the tour—no, thanks.

My daughter’s dog though, love him. All the furry hugs I want and no little bags 🙂

The best thing about dogs? Totally non-judgmental. All those personal quirks, the ones that make the people in your life crazy? Your dog doesn’t care. He likes you anyway.

As sad as it is to see a whiskered face watching from the window as you leave the house, I don’t think pets have to accompany their owners everywhere. Gary Mullins of Halifax, N.S. is much nicer than I am; he takes his beagle, Frankie on bike rides around town—in a backpack.

Gary Mullins

Frankie versus the Red Baron?

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A Little Paint

Take a city crosswalk, add a little black paint, and what do you have?

Depends who you ask.

Halifax municipal officials call it vandalism. Doug Carleton, the artist who created a 3D crosswalk in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia calls it art.

For several weeks, in the early morning when no one was around, Doug added shadows to the white lines of a crosswalk, making it appear to levitate above the ground. For Doug, it was a safety issue. Not only did the 3D crosswalk appear to levitate two feet above the ground, it “popped” when someone walked across it, encouraging drivers to slow down.

Or it did, until the city washed the paint away.

Doug’s crosswalk didn’t survive long enough to gather any safety statistics. I don’t know if it would have had any effect on Dartmouth driving habits. I do know it looked freaking brilliant 🙂

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Art or vandalism? You decide.

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To Keep or Not to Keep…

Perhaps a better question would be to buy or not to buy? If I’d posed that puzzler to myself oh, say, anytime over the last thirty years I wouldn’t be lost in a labyrinth of packing boxes now.

How much crap can you collect in three decades? Way too f***ing much.

Have you ever noticed that what you consider a prized possession given enough time becomes junk? Or is that just me?

We’re two weeks from D-Day and I’m still walking around the house, picking up random stuff, and asking myself if I need this in the new house?

Answer: I didn’t need it in this house.

What I buy and what I need are two totally different animals. Impulsive? Guilty. You’re talking to a woman who’s gone into a toy store with her grandchildren and come out with a stuffed animal for herself. More than once.

To be fair, I did buy the kids something too 🙂

Lesson learned, right? No cluttering up the new place. Less is more.

I wish 🙂

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Tummy Tuck for Lassie

Actually, the prospective surgical patient is called Mercedes. And yes, she’s going under the knife.

Mercedes hasn’t had it easy. Adopted by a street vendor in Bangkok after being abandoned by the driver of a Mercedes Benz car—hence the name—she then lost her second home when her new owner died.

The local vendors took to feeding her, which sounds like a great idea, except they didn’t know when to stop— and neither, of course, did Mercedes.

She gained so much weight, she couldn’t walk. Her helpful friends, apparently missing the big picture, then brought the food to her.

Mercedes eventually found her way to a foster home where she lost 27 kilos, half her weight, but the resulting excess skin caused bladder issues.

Enter Geneviève Smith who raised the money to bring Mercedes to Canada and a vet in Ottawa who will perform the surgery. Dacey Traill, a volunteer who’s had her own weight problems, is taking care of Mercedes until she’s ready for her tummy tuck. These days Mercedes is learning to love the outdoors and going for walks. Something she hasn’t been able to do for years.

Tomorrow morning when the alarm goes off, and I have to crawl out of bed to make my Weight Watchers meeting… Totally worth it 🙂

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Well Heeled

Historically, if you could afford to repair or replace your shoes, you were doing okay. Well heeled became synonymous with affluent. It’s not an expression we hear much anymore. Probably because most of us, at least on this side of ocean, spend our days in high tech running shoes whether we actually work out or not. Europeans, I notice, manage to do casual without looking like they just left the gym, but I digress…

In Saskatoon, Saskatchewan where the average house sells for $400,000, what makes a home worth $4.6 million?

The open concept 4700 square feet of living space? Possibly.

The spa, games room, home gym? Could be.

What about the magnificent view of the University Bridge spanning the South Saskatchewan River? Enticing, but…

Personally, I think the house’s hefty price tag has a lot to do with the bathtub.

Yeah, I hear you. A tub, is a tub, is a tub… Not so. Not in this case.

What kind of cash would you plunk down for a house that comes with a tub shaped like a shoe?

Well heeled 🙂

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First World Problems

Embarrassing, but true. We all vent a bit about things that aren’t much more than minor annoyances. You know the type of thing: OMG, my Kindle died., or That freaking GPS took me to the wrong address., or my personal favourite, What? I have to pay for Wi-Fi on the the cruise?

I’ve been known to weep and moan when the internet goes down, but the award for Best In Class Whiner goes to my husband. He walks around the house, saying really rude things to our Google speaker.

Just between you and I… I don’t think Google likes him.

She answers his requests with a “Sorry, I can’t help you with that yet.” She refuses to let him add anything to our shopping list, telling him that she doesn’t recognize his voice.

To be fair to my husband, Google can be a bit of a princess. She’s moody and mercurial. Some days, she’ll accommodate him, be all sweetness and light. She’ll even let him add to his calendar. The next day, she won’t acknowledge his existence, telling him that she’s not authorized to answer his request.

Totally frustrating, true. Every second day, he’s in the Google Home App activating voice recognition—again. I sympathize…really.

I’m filled with admiration for his determination. He won’t admit defeat, won’t give up.

God forbid, he goes back to tapping appointments into his phone—gasp!—himself.

Me? I’m good with Google. She likes me.

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