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That’s the way it is - but should it be?

Why is it that springtime uncovers bags and bags of Tim Hortons cups, Sour Cream Onion Ruffles bags, German Shepherd-worthy poops, and, curiously, a department store mannequin?

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I eat, I read, I watch — dining solo #18

I went to my favourite European supermarket, Yummy, for a couple of Polish things I’d been missing. I left the store with a smoked turkey drumstick. Jack often brought me a whole smoked chicken from his Polish deli. I’ve missed it. As I used to with the chickens, I had in my mind turning it into pulled meat by slow cooking the turkey in the crockpot in a BBQ-style sauce.

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I’m the opposite of spa music

They say it makes you relax. But it stresses me out. Yup, I’d sooner lie there in silence then suffer through the endless bloody undulations of spa music. It makes sense when I think about it. And I had a long motionless thinking session a couple of weeks ago.

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I eat, I read, I watch — dining solo #17

As with many Canadians right now, I’m trying very hard to eat Canadian food. I typically eat seasonal food so it’s likely a little easier for me than for many. For example, you’ve read my views about eating asparagus in months than in June! In this meal, I tried extra-hard and came up with a pretty decent repast, if I do say so myself.

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UPDATED: The moral dimension of alternative health care

Everyone — family, friends and literally strangers on the train — has weighed in. Suggestions have ranged from recommendations to use cancer cures from other cultures; to methods to ameliorate symptoms that Jack has not experienced; to ways to boost aspects of regular health that doctors have told us risks spreading the cancer faster or reducing the impact of chemo and radiation. 

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30 countries - and a dead travel bug

It’s a moment when many grip the armrest or cut off the circulation in their partner’s hand. Surprisingly, given my low tolerance for risk, I love it because it signals the start of an adventure and every adventure worth having makes you feel a little anxious.

This time, as the Airbus 330 accelerated down Pearson’s runway, the dark opening cello bars in the 2nd movement of Beethoven’s seventh symphony resonated from my ears right through to the bottom of my feet. And tears wet my cheeks. Not tears for fears (just for my GenXers), but from melancholy.

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I eat, I read, I watch — dining solo #16

Recall last time’s salmon mac and cheese? Well, some of that so-called smoked salmon was resting in my fridge, awaiting contamination, along with a bunch of veg ready to go off so I needed to be creative. So let’s go.

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I surrendered! And I celebrated alone

When I learned on Jan 27 the Law Society of Ontario had agreed to the surrender of my licence to practise, I knew I needed to celebrate the moment. And I also knew that celebration would be a solo one, a bookend to the solo celebration of being called to the bar in 2006.

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