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.
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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.
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Finally, we got aboard the Port Stanley Terminal Rail and took a two-hour train ride to see the fall colours.
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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.
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Hummingbirds were slow to discover our feeder but once they did, they must have gone onto Hummingbird Trip Advisor and given us 5 stars.
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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.
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We’re about a month away from Ontario’s municipal election. The most important issues for Port Stanley as a whole seem to be:
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I spent last weekend in Toronto attending the VO North conference; a gathering of voice-over pros and those who want to be.
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Before Covid, kids, there were things called facials! They felt great and they left your skin feeling nourished and pampered.
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I’ll admit it. I’m one of those people who judges a blue box if I walk past and notice non-recyclables in it. I study recycling rules like I’m cramming for the finals. And it looks like some of my neighbours are just winging it and hoping to pass. But it’s really not all their fault.
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Yes, this is the unofficial end of summer. Kids back in school. Summer-only activities rolled up like so many yoga mats. But as a woman who puts her faith in science, I’m sticking to September 22 as the last day of summer. That’s still several days from now. (I’m not a woman of math!)
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Here we are, considering a second attempt at becoming cat-toting RV owners. One concern is bigger than all the others. Even more important than gas prices or where to park for the night.
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Summer and ice cream. They’re inseparable. Visitors to Port Stanley tend to pair their stay with a stop at legendary Shaw’s Ice Cream, just outside town.
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My back yard in the north Toronto neighbourhood of Willowdale was the closest thing to a cottage that I ever owned. It was private, fenced in, surrounded by cedars. I could enjoy the inground pool without feeling watched. On long weekends, it felt like the entire city emptied and headed for cottage country. I only had to open a sliding door to get there.
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Just the thought of yoga and goats together put a stupid grin on my face. I’d seen photos of women striking poses surrounded by goats. It looked like big fun and now I can confirm that it is.
…Innies and outies usually mean belly buttons. Nope, curtains. Specifically outdoor curtains. It’s a decor debate that I unknowingly waded into. I’ve just discovered that this discussion has been going on in back yards for many summers. And there’s still no consensus.
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An occasional visitor to Port Stanley recently posted on the village Facebook page one simple question: “Can anyone tell me why Port Stanley doesn’t have a Tim Hortons?”
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