Families are never easy, are they? Those pictures on the walls of most Canadian homes that show grinning offspring hide the fact that a goodly number are sharpening the knives, at least allegorically, over assumed inheritances.
Families are never easy, are they? Those pictures on the walls of most Canadian homes that show grinning offspring hide the fact that a goodly number are sharpening the knives, at least allegorically, over assumed inheritances.
I believe that Dante knew what he was talking about when he wrote these words in his masterpiece The Divine Comedy: “Abandon hope all ye who enter here.” Not, perhaps, a happy thought, but insightful when I think of my formative years: A world of great-aunts, large matrons, frightful teachers and disappointed parents climaxing in a pile of uncertainty mixed with a smidgen of misgiving. In other words, a shambolic mess.
I sometimes think that life is along the line of when one first opens a new bottle of horseradish. The first sniff is so much better than the last, don’t you think? To me at least there is nothing like the anticipation of that glorious cap coming off and the subsequent slap to the old nostrils, followed by a Niagara of tears.
1009 Major’s Corner (Major’s Corner for publication Oct. 9, 2011)
Love is a great expense, but there is really no way to avoid it, I am afraid. Just buy but a few pleasant items for Fluffy or Rex at your local pet store and the term “Beggary” will flit across your mind at the cash register.
Good morning, Victoria! What a splendid life we lead here, when every day fairly shouts: Buttered toast and scones. I simply must get over being this happy all the time as the gods will begin lining up against me for the hubris that oozes from my soft pores.
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