did in my "hot" days. (That is a joke.) I can say a lot of things I used to just think. People laugh, give me the benefit of the doubt or plain ignore me. Venting is still therapeutic. I like to walk and everyone thinks it's sort of amazing that I go as far as I do, especially in winter. I'm retired. That means I have the time to walk, to dawdle along with my dog and smell the snow (in the air, that is.) I have had the time to develop and nurture friendships. We support one another in the tough times and share the best laughs. We can meet for coffee and lunch and the time restraints often come from having not an obligation but a second coffee date to head to. I have had time to write and maintain this blog as sporadically or faithfully as I like. I play with my grandkids and don't have to worry about discipline. We can be silly and no one cares. I can still work the odd day. The great part is, if I have one of those coffee dates, I can say, sorry- no can do. O, and a couple of drinks makes me tipsy. So cost efficient and the hangover- negligible. There are senior discounts. I can holiday when people with families are still in school. It might mean being with a lot of other old crocks but it's not as crowded. Yeah, so getting old is cool- if you feel good.
Right now, it's a balmy -29 and the sunshine is that bright, inviting light that tricks you into thinking it's a beautiful day. It is, if you aren't put off by the temperature that moved in with the Siberian High. It might be a Siberian High; since Bill Matheson, an Edmonton weatherman for years died, we no longer get his colourful descriptions for weather systems. This isn't to complain. Our winter has been mild and you can see by the picture (out my front window because I am not ready to go out, yet) that there isn't much snow. It would be good if it did snow. If it doesn't we will face drought conditions in the spring. The cedar waxwings are in the backyard on the crab apple tree, managing to peck out enough food to get them by. They are eating snow, for water, too. Tough, pretty little birds. The temperatures are expected to rise in the next few days so as cold snaps go, this isn't much.
As an inveterate supporter of authors who pen "how to" books on writing, this made me laugh out loud. That's all the advice you really need in a nutshell. After you've actually written something, then you can worry about how sensible it is, how artistic, how insightful. I have a blog, obviously and as I said in a previous post, it is mostly to entertain me. However, I have to admit to checking the blog site frequently to see how my "stats" are for the week and the month. I don't really believe them but I do get a little charge when they go up. A suspicion that resides in the back of my mind is that NO ONE actually reads the blog and that the program makes random changes to the "stats" to keep you interested. After I share a post, sure enough, the numbers go up. Occasionally, I have comments from readers (you know who you are and o, thank you.) One post about my mother was read by her godchild who lives in northern England. I have never met this goddaughter but she remembered my mum well and it was a nice contact I would never have known about. (I likely did know but had forgotten.)
The above tip is the first of five . I stole the picture from a Grammarly blog post and the ideas made sense but being obstinate, I'll likely continue as I've begun- hit and miss. Chances are, I'm not in my (sigh) golden years going to become a world-famous blogger whose work is gathered into a best-selling book. (We all have our fantasies.) On the other hand it's kind of fun, I'm hoping it helps me stave off dementia and I intend to keep writing it.
This is the book that got me banned from choosing further selections for members of my book club. We met at lunch once a month at the library and took turns suggesting the book to be read by the next meeting. Things went well for a while and we read a variety of genres and authors. I had selected books before I suggested Wolf Hall. I honestly enjoyed it although it was written in a more obscure fashion. In 2009, it won the Man-Booker prize and its sequel, Bringing Up the Bodies also won in its year of publication. It didn't win any prizes with the book club, though. Next time we got together, everyone said, "I couldn't read it," or "I'm sorry, I had to quit." Naturally since I was the only person to read the book, there wasn't a lot of discussion. There was a decision, though and that was that I wouldn't be choosing more books. What??? The book club sort of faded into oblivion after that and I hope it wasn't Wolf Hall that did it.
The book club may be revived but this time the "rules" will be different. Each meeting members will bring a book they'd like to talk about, that they have enjoyed. Members can read the books if they're interested because the librarian will bring some copies in. It may be that we narrow the choices of reading by having a meeting focusing on "the best book you've read" or "the worst book you've read." It could be to talk about non-fiction you've enjoyed or perhaps a particular genre of literature. There are many possibilities. I think the best part of the new concept is that I can't inflict an "unreadable" book on others again. I'm looking forward to it.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.