So, I’m turning sixty. SIXTY! Sixty. 60. No matter how you slice it, I have six decades of living under my belt.
Up to this point, birthdays ending in “0” have never bothered me.
Ten? Almost a teenager. Groovy!
Twenty? No longer a teenager, thank goodness.
Thirty was okay. A gang of us used to go out for decadent desserts when someone reached that milestone.
Life was so busy around my fortieth birthday it passed without notice. I felt a million years old at that point, so forty was, like, pfft. Not even worth thinking about.
Fifty? Fifty heralded the best years of my life. I was old enough to know better, but young enough to do it anyhow, with a bit more free time to carry things off.
Continue reading “On Turning Sixty.”
Today is Canada Day. It’s the day we mark our 1867 Confederation, and the day we celebrate Canada’s uniqueness. Because we share North America with the United States, it’s easy to think our countries are the same, but that’s not the case.
I have many friends and relatives living in the States and I love to visit, but it feels a bit different there, especially when I go blind trying to figure out exactly how much of that plain green money I have in my wallet!
When I return home — the moment I cross the bridge from New York into Ontario — I feel the different-ness more acutely. And in a good way. No, we’re not as big, or as bold as our neighbours, and we’re not as flashy, but we have a great country too. We have two official languages, our money is drop-dead gorgeous, and we can spell words with an extra “u” like nobody’s business. Did you notice, favourite neighbours?
In honour (<– see??) of Canada Day, I wrote the following list to celebrate things I love about my country. Continue reading “OH CANADA! OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAND.”