In honor of Lars’s retirement this month, I took him for lunch to the House of Commons.
The restaurant that serves Members of Parliament is only open occasionally to the public, and I was lucky enough to snag a table for us.
Over all the years I’ve know Lars, we have never gone out for lunch on a workday, so this is what we call a Very Important Event in our marriage. Continue reading
First up, an artist who uses Spirograph to make something quite wonderful.
Meccano could be found in almost every child’s toy box in the 60s. We were content to make miniature cars. Not James May. He has bigger (and longer) things in mind. Note: we can only assume the people on the opposite side of canal are the engineers who built this bridge.
While searching for the final video, we found this Barbie commercial, starring a very familiar actress of the 60s. We couldn’t resist and are off to the shops now, with our $1.50, hoping these keen Barbies are still in stock.
Have a great Sunday, see you next week!
Karen & Wendy
It’s that time of year again: the time I love the best.
It starts with a far-away honking noise. I know it right away, and start to scan the sky…and there they are! The Canada geese are returning from their long stay in the south, heading up north to their nesting grounds. Continue reading
You might remember last fall when I was shocked—stunned, in fact—that CBC Radio host Jian Ghomeshi had been fired from his job with the Mother Corp’s most listened-to show.
The reason? His CBC bosses had been shown graphic evidence that he’d physically injured a woman. In the weeks that followed, charges began to pile up like cars on the 401 during an ice storm. In all, 7 women pressed charges, including one charge of “overcoming resistance by choking.” That’s some pretty serious stuff. Continue reading
Last week, I became the wife of a retiree. Yeah. I know.
We’d been thinking and talking about the Big Day since last year, and recently, a friend of mine suggested I keep a diary, penning my thoughts about how he’s handling it. She suggested I call it The First 50 Days. I thought about doing that, but realised, I’d rather think about how I’m coping instead.
I guess I’m selfish that way.