This coming June, I will have been retired for 5 years. How time flies! My grandmother warned me that the older you get, the faster the years go by, and although I couldn’t imagine that in my youth, impatient for those life goals: the new baby’s arrival, the mortgage paid off, the kids finally moving … More Retirement. Another Pandemic Issue.
The river is thawed. Spring is in the air. And… I’ve finally solved an indie author problem that this past year has made even worse. (Only one problem this past year has made worse? Sheesh.. I could write a book about what has been bad about this past year. Oh, I did! More about that … More Spring Breakout
March On 2021 I’ve been busy (a relative term these days) watching Canadian curling championships on TV this month. The Scotties (Women’s), the Brier (Men’s), and as of this writing, the Mixed Doubles. It’s been great to wrangle my daily schedule(such as it is) around at least 2, usually even 3 draws (games) a day … More March On 2021
As military children, we learned the vocabulary of our lives. Base. PMQs. CO. For many of us, these words, often acronyms only but nouns to us, were normal ways to express normal life things, like community, houses, boss. It wasn’t until we left our brat childhoods that we became more multilingual and learned when to … More Editing Fun as a Brat Author
Can it be a year gone by already? My beautiful new book was released on this date in 2020: “First We Eat. Food, Life, and More Stories” by Michele Sabad. A cheerful, humorous, second little memoir about my life as an army brat, Air Force wife, hockey mom, and retired IT consultant living in my … More Happy Anniversary, ‘First We Eat’
One year ago today, end of February 2020, I was at a major sporting event, the Canadian Men’s Curling Championships, the Brier, in Kingston, Ontario. My husband and I spent the weekend sitting in crowds, eating in restaurants, drinking and dancing to live bands in “the Patch”, the party tent outside the arena. Living our … More February 2021. One Year Later.
2021 has officially joined 2020 for continuing to suck. January plods on and on, but eventually, it too must pass. Plans for 2021? Anyone? The word of the month, (remind me to create an index of pandemic words), has become “variant”. As in, the novel coronavirus (remember when we called it that?) has been, gasp, … More The Never-ending January 2021
No matter how locked up we are, no matter how screen-confined we’ve become, no matter that we have nowhere to dress for, a motto for my consumer generation could be: “Have internet, and credit card, will shop.” I’m not a big clothes horse or shopper anymore. I was young enough once, and poor enough once, … More Pandemic Clothes Shopping
Many army brats of my generation can remember the base curfews growing up in within barbed-wire-fenced camp borders in our PMQs (Married Quarters – I’m not going down that rabbit hole again about what the ‘P’ stands for. Personal? Private? Permanent? Doesn’t matter anyway – we just called our houses ‘PMQs’.) Curfews for the younger … More Curfew! (Part of never-ending January 2021)
It’s only the 8th day of January, and already it feels like it will never end. Running slo-mo through molasses. A nightmare where I’m trying to wake up. Covid numbers, hospital overflows. Stricter shutdowns, rules, higher fines. My curling ice bookings are cancelled, again. Swim times no longer permitted. Of course, you say. Those 1 … More Pandemic January