Adopted Cuddles: One Year Later
We adopted Cuddles the cat, aka House Panther, one year ago tomorrow!
…We adopted Cuddles the cat, aka House Panther, one year ago tomorrow!
…If you follow me on social media, you might have seen the story of the lost dog I picked up on Dec. 27.
…You probably remember doing the math when you were a kid: How old will I be in the year 2000? Well, here we are, 23 years later. Bet you didn’t do this math!
…We all keep secrets. It seems to me that we have to do it. Sometimes, to protect someone. Other times, to protect ourselves.
…We mention gratitude, or its cousin “luck”, in this house every day, never taking our circumstances for granted. It’s Thanksgiving weekend for our friends in the US where being grateful is the order of the day. The challenge: to keep that perspective all year long.
…My ride-or-die Erin had some professional engagements in the GTA last week. After joining her for her appearance on CTV’s The Social (which I watched from the green room), I brought her back for a few low-key days in Port Stanley. She’d never been here, and I was so excited to show her our home turf.
…Friday’s regular ImPort Stanley post is taking this week off. It’s Remembrance Day. I’ve just discovered that one of my late relatives is part of a legendary military tragedy that took the lives of 27 men.
…Attending public appearances was a regular part of my long broadcasting career. Emceeing, live broadcasts, presenting awards – staple ingredients in the stew of being in the public eye and trying to grow a following. Early on, I would get so nervous that I’d nearly throw up before I went on a stage.
…It’s not just because of all the doorbell ringing on Halloween last night! He is not a fan of the drop-in visit.
…One thing the pandemic has taught us is the value of the nation’s workers. Grocery store employees are essential. Nurses and PSWs are indispensable. This causes me to wonder how essential oils were placed in such a category. But I digress.
…SIXTY! Sixty??? Sixty. My birthday was on Saturday. It was Thanksgiving, the day I was born, October 8, 1962. My arrival put thoughts of turkey dinner on hold. A story I heard many times over the years.
…Finally, we got aboard the Port Stanley Terminal Rail and took a two-hour train ride to see the fall colours.
…In Roz Weston’s raw and intimate memoir, A Little Bit Broken, he writes about his first experience with therapy. (I don’t know whether he had more experiences. I’m still reading the book.) Tiny spoiler alert: Roz clearly needed therapy but didn’t return after one session. I get it. I didn’t go back after my first session either. My mom wouldn’t let me.
…Hummingbirds were slow to discover our feeder but once they did, they must have gone onto Hummingbird Trip Advisor and given us 5 stars.
…In addition to a goodie bag, some terrific contacts and great advice, I came home from the VO North conference in Toronto with Covid-19. My blog post about the conference published last week before I knew I was sick.
…We’re about a month away from Ontario’s municipal election. The most important issues for Port Stanley as a whole seem to be:
…I spent last weekend in Toronto attending the VO North conference; a gathering of voice-over pros and those who want to be.
…Before Covid, kids, there were things called facials! They felt great and they left your skin feeling nourished and pampered.
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