Archive | February 2023

It’s raining. I’m reading…

‘Small Great Things’ by Jodi Picoult
I’d read Picoult’s ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ which fascinated me. ‘Small Great Things’ is Picoult’s attempt to deal with racism in our society. One would like to think the good things as written can happen, but I found it unlikely. That didn’t keep me from finishing it — it IS well-written.

In brief: Ruth has worked as a nurse for 20 years in the delivery ward of a hospital. She’s never been promoted while white colleagues with less experience and knowledge have. When an infant dies, the hospital throws her under the bus. She is tried for murder.


‘Sharpe’s Devil’ by Bernard Cornwell
This isn’t a book I’d have read in my youth. It was an easy size to carry to the local cafe where I enjoy reading. Eons ago, when I was young, we’d have called it a ‘guy’ book.

Heroes Sharpe and his Scottish mate get involved in numerous sea battles with nary a scratch. Those around them die left and right.

They battle with swords, cutlasses and cannons. They slice their enemies with glee and we are treated to extensive descriptions of these gory events. I guess some people like to read these details.
Did I? Well, I was curious, so I finished it.


‘I am the Messenger’ by Markus Zusak
I read all the time and have read hundreds of books, but remember Zusak’s novel ‘The Book Thief’ very well, so when I saw this book, picked it up. This novel is very different and highly unlikely, but absolutely fascinating. I’m on page 265 and can hardly put it down.

Where do authors find the great ideas they write about? This is an unusual idea and I am definitely hooked on it. I’m hoping the main character ends up with something wonderful happening to him.
Yes, I recommend it.


Battle of the freezers…


My son Rafi sent me this photo (see left) of his garage freezer. In it he neatly stacks leftovers to be taken to work for his lunch. Beautifully organized. Impressive, no? I agree…

What a showoff! Does Rafi think his neat and oh-so wonderful-looking freezer is more exciting than mine? In his freezer, you can probably tell what’s in each and every neat container in each neat stack. No mystery! No excitement!!! No surprises! No nothin….

Take a peek into MY freezer. What do you see? Ah, you can’t make out anything? I know. Each package is double-wrapped in used plastic bags to keep better. Some of the used plastic bags are coloured so you can’t tell what’s in it. However, I am saving the world by reusing them, right? True, what is inside is always — a surprise!


I enjoy the mystery! Excitement, intrigue, surprise! Holy smokes! Look what I found!!! I didn’t know I had that! Wonder how old it is.


In my freezer you can reach for a package. What is it? Fish? Fowl? Meat? Tofu? Chicken livers? (High in iron according to my doctor.) Veggies? Fruit? Nobody knows — least of all me! It is always an adventure…

Did I buy it last week? Last month? Last year? Will it kill me? Am I ready for that? Heck, if I wake up tomorrow, I know I’ve survived another day of daring to eat food from MY freezer!!! Yeah!


It takes courage!!!

I need to acknowledge that this post would not have happened if not for my dear friend Catherine, shown here with her beloved Lily. Catherine somehow succeeded in teaching me how to take a photo with my I-Phone and transferring it to my computer. Believe me, I’m not good at this stuff and it wasn’t easy for her. Thank you Catherine!!!

Purple, purple, purple…

Why polished fingernails???

Because I met and had the pleasure of having dinner with Kendell, who has beautiful long fingernails which I admired. I promised Kendell and myself I’d let my own neglected nails grow.

When I told Thao Do, who has trimmed my toe nails for sometime, that I wanted a manicure and then walked into the shop with purple hair, she ran to the 100 or so bottles of colours on the shelves, grabbed the purple and declared that was the one I HAD to have that day.

Thao is especially considerate, and fun and I adore her. (So if you live nearby I certainly recommend her. Pure Nail Bar, Kitsilano, 604-738-8990.)

Why purple???

Because for years I’ve loved this poem by Jenny Joseph written in 1961.


By Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

And run my stick along the public railings

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick flowers in other people’s gardens

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go

Or only bread and pickle for a week

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.