I caught a show on the weekend that you may have heard about a few weeks ago when a development in the final installment simply blew everyone away. If you're not familiar with Robert Durst, I'd urge you NOT to Google him. Just go to Rogers on Demand or wherever you can find HBO and watch The Jinx.
Welcome to Monday, as we begin a shortened work week together. It was such a pleasant, restful couple of days that I confess I was sorry to see it end. But Easter awaits and we're promised temperatures almost near double digits as this week goes on. We can do this! Soon we'll be able to smell spring, instead of just talking about it. Speaking of smells, here's the journal you helped write.
It's been a busy week – especially here with you. I had hoped that our trip to Ottawa would freshen my perspective to spark some writing and it sure did. I'm so glad you enjoyed the Colin stories on Monday. I've a few odds and ends to share as we wrap up the week today, including about that toy we mentioned here Tuesday.
Thanks to Jan who wrote:
Well – it seems my journal yesterday about smells that take you back really opened up a floodgate of memories. We even turned it into a piece that ran for half an hour on CHFI yesterday, and were inundated with texts from listeners with their special scents and sensibilities.
Welcome to Wednesday. It looks as though we get our wish for more spring-like weather today, although unfortunately that means showers, too. I guess we need to be a little more specific in our collective intentioning, huh?
It was just after 7 am on this day 24 years ago that Rob and I welcomed a 6 lb 12 oz girl to the world at St. Michael's Hospital. Just this past weekend, we got to spend time with our baby and her baby. And the circle of life goes on. But we have seen something firsthand that wasn't around when Lauren needed it, and I wondered if you'd heard of it. If not, I promise you'll be glad you did.
You didn't like the cold yesterday? Try waking up to about four centimetres of fresh snow. That's what we did on Saturday in Ottawa. But were we complaining? Not at all; the weather cooperated 100% with our weekend plans. We drove in sunshine on Friday and yesterday and for Saturday we didn't much care what the weather brought. It was all good.
Just like Willie Nelson warbled, we're “On the Road Again” as we load up the car with an overnight bag, two little dogs, my computer and birthday presents. Yes, off we go to Ottawa. This coming Tuesday is Lauren's “champagne” birthday (we'll be bringing the alcohol-free stuff) as she turns 24 on the 24th.
Yes, I love that quote at this time of year! It's the last full day of winter (spring arrives tomorrow evening). And I don't know of anyone who won't be glad to see the tail end of yet another miserably cold season, although to be fair, compared to our neighbours down east, we have really gotten off relatively easy in terms of snow accumulation. Still, good riddance. I look forward to having a reason to paint my toenails again.
Welcome into Tuesday - and Happy St. Patrick's Day. With your kind permission, I'd like to share with you some of a journal I wrote last year on March 17th. I'm not quite feeling 100% yet after this bout with bronchitis and sinusitis and thought, hey, I've got a journal I really enjoyed writing that maybe, just maybe, you'd like too. Here we go.
And...we're back. I can't even add up how many hours of sleep I logged from Thursday night until this morning; I have simply lost track. Suffice it to say – even though my FitBit thinks I'm dead – the rest did me a world of good. Of course, so did the two prescriptions I got from the doc Thursday after he and I had a very lively ten-minute discussion over why I should or should not go into work on Friday. In the end, he won, you undoubtedly got a very entertaining show from Mike, Gord, Ian and Steve and the world didn't stop turning just because I missed a day's work.
I thought that quote fit for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that this Sunday, the Toronto St. Patrick's Day Parade winds its way through our city streets. Hope you'll don some green and help some wonderful people to celebrate.
For a whole lot of our listeners – maybe for you – tomorrow kicks off March Break. Maybe you're finding yourself taking time off with your children and heading to warmer weather; maybe you are staying home and working, just hoping day camps or a helpful neighbour will keep the kids occupied. I'll tell you today why March Break never meant time away, and why the one time we broke that streak we lived to regret it hugely.
Well, there's no disguising the stuffy nose today – I've got myself a really good cold (which is to say a bad cold). Started with a scratchy throat on Saturday, full-on cough Sunday and now this, today. As I remind myself and anybody who offers sympathy, it's just a cold. I'll get through it and luckily this week's schedule is fairly light. Even my trainer Jill is away on vacation this week, so all of those well-intentioned plans I had to go to the gym in her absence are...let's say...off. Lots of bed rest, lots of TLC.
Hey there – welcome in. Hope you're well. Now...imagine you're feeling sick. Not just achy and coughing as I have been the last few days, but really sick. Then imagine you can't get anyone to listen to that little voice inside you that says, “Psssst...you really ARE sick. Get some help!” The little voice that, finally heeded, saved your life. That little voice has just gotten a lot louder: Lisa Brandt has written a book so everyone hears it.
Welcome to Daylight Saving Time. I'm not sure how it's affected you, but if you're like most people, you feel a little lagged and couldn't help noticing how much darker it was when you awoke or headed out this morning than it was on Friday. But since Rob and I get up on Mondays at 3:10, I suppose it might have felt like 2:10, but what's an hour to the perpetually sleep-deprived, anyway? Ah, well, as the alarm on my iPhone reminds me, “This is your dream job. Get up.”
This Sunday we begin Daylight Saving Time. But do you know what other day it is – and why the two have something in common? I'll tell you.
This Sunday is International Women's Day. If your reaction to that fact is, “Why do we/you need a day?” let me give you an illustration while the story is fresh in my head, the taste tart on my tongue.
Welcome to Thursday. We had a big adventure yesterday in Ajax at the Connect.Women event, put on by the Whitby Chamber of Commerce. Time was, my heart would have stopped. But the gifts of years of experience, confidence that nobody dies from these things, and a good set of lungs all came through for me.
Yes, that quote is from US Secretary of State Madeleine Albright: the first woman to hold that position. Although SHE was quoted by Taylor Swift, that didn't come from T Swizzle herself. Eventually history may say otherwise, but for now, let's give credit where credit's due.
Yesterday was declared “Dr. Seuss Day” in honour of the birthday of the late Theodor Seuss Geisel. It's a day meant to encourage reading, which also coincides with the 111th anniversary of this man's birth. You've heard perhaps that there's a new Dr. Seuss book coming out later this year? I am a little leery of the prospect, given that so often material released after an artist's death is made up of leftovers that were never meant to see the light of day. But after all, it's Dr. Seuss...let's hope for the best, right?
If you were on social media at all on Friday, you noticed three big things trending. First, it was The Dress. If you don't know, I'm not explaining that one to you, but I will say that while I saw gold and white, Rob saw blue and black; an ad that turned into a fascinating little glimpse into how different we all are, and why eyewitness accounts are notoriously unreliable. Next up, Leonard Nimoy, on the passing of the actor who played Spock on TV's Star Trek. He was, by all accounts, a gentleman in the truest sense of the word – or words.