And they say miracles don’t happen - the dream that started a year ago is about to take shape. Yes, this week took me a giant leap closer to Chandlerville.
First, there was a rundown old garage. It was such an eyesore I paid it no attention when we bought this place. Initially, it held a few of the previous owner's treasures and slowly, over six years, ended up full of appliances that Jack acquired - some new, in-the-box, ready for delivery, and others near death, awaiting Jack to perform CPR if a willing buyer emerged. I entered that garage only a handful of times, beating back the cobwebs and recoiling at some of their bigger occupants. (note to self - blog about arachnophobia)

t didn’t take a pandemic for me to realize that dying your hair is a lot of bother, expensive, and feeds this bizarre notion that women mustn’t age. Indeed, I’ve been Lisa LaFlamming long before Lisa LaFlamme* knew what it was.

My first close encounter with a skunk occurred the first summer we lived here. It was 6 am on a weekend morning, designed for sleeping in, when Jack (whose sleep was always erratic) bellowed up the stairs “You gotta come!”  A light sleeper and instant-riser, I leapt out of bed and flew down thinking something truly awful was underway.  I was not disappointed.

I’ve made a lot of difficult decisions in my recent life, but today’s was among the toughest. I euthanized Bidi. She had all-but lost the use of her back legs, and she was just too big for me to manage in her lameness. My heart is breaking.

I don’t really don’t get why people are sobbing and waiting in line for 24 hours to view her casket! Oh don’t get me wrong. Despite the institution has been an instrument of oppression for centuries, I’m interested in the Royal Family. I wrote about my fascination with Diana in particular some months ago. You can read that here. I’m curious about the anachronistic aspects of this institution that calls itself The Firm. I attribute some of my interest to my mother who has followed their lives from her vantage, born as she was between Princess E and Princess M. But mostly, as embarrassed as I am to admit it, I’m just bit starstruck, as many are about celebrity.

Twenty years ago, I was nearly 36. For 12 years, I’d had a great first act working at Toronto City Hall. The day after Labour Day, I excitedly began my second act: law. I was in Victoria, BC where, other than a bit of family, I knew no-one. I hadn’t been in school for over a decade. Other students would mostly be younger, the profs maybe, too. I felt I was only starting to get to know myself, the protagonist of my own play.

I am lucky. I came of age when women had so many more choices than our foremothers. I speak, of course, of white, Western, middle-class, heterosexual, cisgender women, who in the last few decades, have joined our male counterparts as hyper-privileged in the world.
On June 24, 2022, the gains of all women were cut off at the knees by the Supreme Court of the United States (SCOTUS) overturning a 49 year old case, Roe v Wade. In Roe, a Texas woman, pregnant with her third child, approached the court under a pseudonym, Jane Roe, to challenge the Texan abortion law that limited access to those cases where terminating a pregnancy was necessary to save the woman’s life. SCOTUS in 1973 ruled first trimester abortion should not be illegal but set limits on access to later-stage terminations. A game-changer.

It’s summer time, the best time of year for produce in Ontario. I’m reminded of my formative years on the farm where my mother grew vegetables. I learned early on that peas and corn are good frozen. Beans are better canned. And canned peas - well canned peas are a completely different vegetable from their fresh and frozen counterparts but oddly also good. As good though as eating this stuff in the winter was, we knew the summer was the time when we should and did eat what was fresh. We were lucky. I feel lucky still enjoying the bounty of summer harvest.

“I’ve ordered an electric garbage can.”

“What?” I replied, lips drawn tight, brows furrowed. It was not the first time I’d pooh-poohed the idea of yet another electrified thing in the house, living, as I was, with an electrician who’d become an appliance guy.