where does the time go?

-and please can I have some more?

I’m coming back….

And the answer to that question is, Where would you like it to go? Bed, I think for an easy nap.

I’ve done a lot today. i l planned a talk I’m going to give in January when I launch a new Leisure Talks series at Ryerson University for the Over 50 Program, and sent it along with a sort of description of my new book, which is hard to describe.

I think that the six blind Indians who tried to describe an elephant would also have trouble with this book. Remember? The one who felt the tail thought the elephant was thin and wiry; the one who felt the trunk thought it snaky and pliable; with the legs, thick and rough and heavy; the tusk smooth and hard; the ears velvety and floppy; and the body, very LARGE. My book is like that, except it’s not large.

It is NOT A death and dying book, which Amazon has tagged it, not a farewell to life but a salute to life. It is a memoir, a travel book, a story of my career, with some stats about ageing, and a bit of financial planning, and a lot of literary references, because, as you blog-readers know, I read a lot and I love a good line.

What else did I do? I finally got through to TD Bank, the Rewards department, and “bought” a whole bunch of gift coupons. It has taken me a frustrating two weeks trying to get online and do this but I kept getting shunted off, some of it my fault, some of it theirs. Anyway, a live magic man on the other end of a phone line solved the whole thing in ten minutes.

I have prepared dinner for a guest who is coming at 6:30: sheet pan chicken thighs and brussels sprouts with bacon bits and green beans with hazelnuts and broccoli slaw with pumpkin seeds — lots of vegetables. I’m trying to adapt to Canada’s new Food Guide. We are supposed to eat 5 to 7 veg and fruit—mainly veg—a day. I was going to serve fresh figs for dessert but I found a WW recipe for pizza (pita) with figs and goat cheese and radiccio, so I’ll serve raspberries instead and save the piizza for Matt who is on WW (/Weight Watchers), and has lost ELEVEN—count’em—ELEVEN POUNDS.

And that’s my day, almost, and I’m going to have a nap.

Bye bye, Judy.