As a skin cancer patient, I would be remiss if I did not use today’s daily prompt of Summer to remind all you lovely folks to wear sunscreen. And yes, it actually should be used year-round for any significant time outside, but is especially important now with the longer sun hours, warmer weather, and less clothing on. Or no clothing on if you fancy going to nudist camps that is. I dunno. Continue reading
My skin cancer tumour surgery # 2 was yesterday morning. Arrive at the hospital with my chauffeuring niece, check in, get my wristband for the sold out show, and go sit and wait. Was feeling a little nervous, resentful at having cancer, and worried about the ‘what ifs’ running through my head. Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, whatever. And then I glance at the table in front of me to see what magazines are available to distract my wandering mind and these are the three my eyes first land on …
“Can I tell it like it is?”
Okay, I will.
So that doctor’s appointment I mentioned the other day was with my ear doctor. I happen to have very tiny ear canals and excessive wax buildup so have to get my ears cleaned out and hearing checked every 6 months. No big deal. Continue reading
Yesterday, I published a post, The Grand Old Lady Of Shuter Street, about seeing Amy Helm & The Handsome Strangers opening for Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell at Toronto’s Massey Hall the other day. As I was drafting it, I noticed it was taking two different directions. One was simply about the venue, the music, and the musicians. The other however, was about me.
I really wasn’t intending on writing about me, I just wanted to share my love for a beautiful place, beautiful music, and beautiful artists and songwriters. But somehow ‘me’ kept creeping in. So I gave up on hitting the backspace and delete keys, let it all come out, and decided to make a second somewhat related post. Here’s the other stuff that was running around my mind, or maybe really my heart, as I was drafting the above post …
… or if you like to watch John Cleese dancing in the street for no apparent reason.
I am a reformed mohawk fashionista. I have also recovered from my teen ails of putting hydrogen peroxide in my hair. And I haven’t permed my hair since my early 20’s. But of all the hairstyles I’ve had over the years, the one I loved the most was being bald.