Regular readers of Snowbird of Paradise may remember that I once wrote a blog post about finding regular contributions to my back-lane garbage. Someone has been leaving their dog’s poop, carefully collected in green compostable bags, in one or other of the bins I use for garden waste. […]
Blogging about my funk last week made a significantly positive impact on my sense of well-being, and I was surprised how liberated I felt after writing it all down. I was able to stir myself enough to finish crocheting a hat that I had promised a friend. It […]
This made me laugh. If it is a duel between local gangs, I’d say they are equally inept. Their spray-painted tags cancel each other out. There seems to be as much red paint as black, which I think makes them even. And, in case the taggers […]
I’m thinking about drinking, but not in the immediate “I fancy a glass of wine” sense. It’s more along the lines of “Why do Edmontonians enjoy being penned in to drink outdoors, in the daytime, in public?” My previous blog post was about being excluded from a beer […]
On Wednesday, I was a lady-in-waiting. I’m not so well-connected as a royal lady-in-waiting, but I am right up there with the waiting skills. First, I spent almost two hours waiting at the car dealership for “just a quick fix” on my vehicle, and then I spent another […]
This is the story of how a bracelet goes missing and a hairdresser gives good advice. How It All Started The morning that I was due to leave London and return to Canada, a bomber in Manchester killed twenty-three people and injured one hundred and sixteen others. It was […]
It takes a special kind of perversity to use a handshake, the symbol of connection and cooperation, as a tool in establishing control. Pecking orders are about establishing dominance and social hierarchy. Chickens do it by pecking, and Donald Trump does it with bone-crushing over-long handshakes. There have […]
I am a snowbird who travels south for the winter. When I get there I have a bird of paradise plant on my patio.
