Happy to Have the Blues

Last night I went somewhere! At night….. out…. to TOWN!

My sister bought two tickets to Buddy Guy and I’m so glad she did. It was about 45 years ago (!) I first saw him and many of the other great blues artists at the Rock Pile in Toronto. They all seemed very old to me then so I wondered how old Buddy Guy would be now and how well he could play.  He’s “78 years young” (one of his songs) and still fantastic!

But what really blew everyone away was a 16 yr. old guitar player named Quinn Sullivan who Buddy Guy ‘discovered’ at 8 years old.

I won’t bother writing about how good he is…… here’s the song he wrote about meeting Buddy Guy.


Going Outside

Darn, I missed the prompt yesterday because I had to go to ‘Town’; something I put off because it takes up a whole day so I try and get an early start. How crazy is this?; working in a grocery store then going to a bigger grocery store on your day off.  I had to go Staples and Wal-Mart and get a haircut, too. I went to SuperClips and you can tell.

Today I have another day off (only 3 days of work this week!) and I want to dig a big shrub out of a crowded shrub bed and putter around outside.

I guess whoever puts out the prompt does not have Daylight Savings Time. In the winter it comes out at 8:00 a.m. but now it comes out at 9:00 a.m. I’m already getting into my day and don’t want to be stuck on my computer…. especially if it’s nice outside.

I just checked in to see what the prompt was before I shut down my PC; ‘write in your opposite persona’. That would be fun but I’d have to think about it and write and edit for way too far into the morning. I guess this Daylight Savings thing has kicked. The sun is up earlier and so am I.

Today is a perfect spring day and I’m going outside! Save it for a rainy day!


Damn Themes

I thought my theme needed a new look so I changed to this one.  I’ve been trying to ‘add widgets’ for so long that my mouse hand has gone to sleep.  It says that the calendar and archives is on the side but it isn’t.  I keep doing the same thing over and over and I officially give up.

This is my new theme. Screw the damn widgets.

It’s Hard Being Me

The prompt today from


is about mistakes. One of the pictures was;


This could be my boss. I make stupid mistakes then I realize it about 30 seconds to a minute later. This is exactly how he looked last week when I realized I was topping banana cream pies but forgot to put a layer of bananas on the bottom.  In my own defense, I’ve been on nights, cleaning for months and haven’t made banana cream pies for a long time.

Another time I was topping some chocolate fudge cakes and knew something didn’t look right. Then, my brain prickled, my face grew hot: I hadn’t put the ‘sides’ on. (The sides of the cake are smeared in icing and dipped in cookie crumbs.)  My boss was on his break so I rushed at trying to get sides on; not easy when they are topped with fudge icing. It was an “I Love Lucy” moment.

Half way through I could see him coming…. ‘maybe he’ll walk by me.’ I thought. He must have seen the panicked look on my face because he walked right up and stood very close to me.

“hehehe”…… I forgot the sides” I smiled.

He did that look.

It happens on cash, too, which is even scarier because we’re talking about money. Cake is just cake but money is serious.

I hadn’t been on cash for almost a week (lame excuse, I know) and jumped on with a woman holding a rain check. I rang her stuff through and voided the items. I didn’t “change price”, I voided the items. As she left I went to fill out the form on ‘price changes’.  I looked at the price I was supposed to fill in ….. $2. My brain prickled and a severe hot flash ensued. I slapped my forehead.

“What’s up, honey?” My supervisor was walking by. I told her what I did and she laughed. (She is also menopausal) I was punishing myself enough. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”. I was burning up.

Call it old age brain farts; I have them bad.

‘Nights’ vs. ‘Mornings’

Tonight I’m working 5:00 to 9:00; a four-hour shift cleaning the bakery. I remember back when they told me they wanted me to work nights, I cried. I really didn’t want to, thought I would hot flash too much and be too tired.

Turns out I was wrong. Surprisingly, I don’t mind it at all. Here is the list of reasons I like the night shift better than mornings.

First; the plus side of nights:

#1:  I don’t have to go to bed early or set the alarm. I have time to write a post, do some housework, have nice lunch followed by a nap. Coffee before I go in and once I hit those blaring fluorescent lights, I’m raring to go! I’m home at 9:30: that’s not too late.

#2:  I can clean, oh yeah, I can clean. It’s one of my finer honed skills. There is not much room for error. No one comes in and says I’m doing it wrong. In fact…..

#3: …..no one see me at all unless they want bread sliced. I work on my own.

#4: Four hours goes pretty fast, I barely get time for my 15 minute break to eat my cheese sandwich. It’s not like the afternoon shift where, if you aren’t finished, you just stay later.  On the ‘closing shift’ if you are not done at 9:00 you will feel the wrath of your co-workers. I’ve learned the hard way; leave some crumbs and/or fake the temperature reports but be done at 8:55. Everyone wants to punch out at 9:00.


Most other older people prefer the early morning shift because you are finished work early in the afternoon. I thought I would like that better, too, just go to bed early and set the alarm.  It turns out I really hate going in early. Here’s why;

#1: I have to set the alarm.

#2: I have to go to bed early enough the night before to get enough sleep because I set the alarm. I’ll wake up hot-flashing two or three times panicking that I slept through the alarm.

#3; I have to get up extra early because I can’t rush. I have to ease into my morning with 2 coffees, grooming and body functions. I really don’t like rushing.

#3; People say “you have the rest of the day”. Sure, but you’re so freaking tired you don’t want to do anything! After a busy morning on cash, I’ll come home and sleep away a good part of the afternoon. I can’t help it; I have to lie down and once I do; I’m out like a light and sleep too long.

#4: Serving those early morning customers that are waiting at the door at 8:00 a.m. What, are they nuts? And they are usually the chirpy, cheery types,…. god help them; and I have to act chirpy and cheery back. It’s horrible!  Early in the morning you are usually the only cashier (besides the Courtesy Desk)  so you’re sticking out like a sore thumb…. you are ‘ON’ for everyone in the store; employees, bosses and customers. It’ hell, HELL, I tell you!

#5;  If you’re on cash early, you have to clean the public washroom. Once the other cashiers come in, we take turns getting shopping carts outside or doing the washrooms. I do carts when I have a choice; rain or shine. Apparently, there are many people who feel OK pooping there. That’s because they rush out too early before they’ve finished their bodily functions and they don’t care about going in a pubic washroom.


I’m on 5:00 to 9:00 for a the next two days (nights). Easy peasy! The worst part, like any job, is going in. I will always feel like a little kid, stomping around, fake crying, “I don’t wanna go….!”  but feel just great when I’m finished and come home. Basically, I’ll spend all day getting ready for coming home tonight.

Soon we will be going to ‘summer hours’ …opening 6:00 a.m. until 11:00 p.m. I put on my ‘availability’ sheet I would only work 9:00 until 9:00.  I wonder what will happen…… much as I like nights…. I will try to refuse to working until 11:00 at night; that’s too late.  And please, please don’t ask me to go in at 6:00 a.m…… that’s just cruel!


Science, Shmience!

This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?

Excuse me? What if science proved it? How about “for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”?

And even if that doesn’t prove it….. who cares! Science is dogmatic in this day and age but it changes all the time! What was considered ‘true’ 100 years ago does not apply today when it comes to science and yet we are asked to put our blind faith in it.

The belief in karma goes back as far as, and even before, written history. It hasn’t changed.

It’s a fact for me. I’ve lived my life with karma in consideration for years and years. You may think you got away with something but years later it will come back and bite you in the ass. Or it might just wait until your next life so you won’t be able to figure out what the hell is going on, at all!

Right now I’m trying to imagine not believing in karma and how would I live my life…….. hhmm… maybe that’s what wrong with people!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Karma Chameleon.”

A Piece of Peace


I live in peace. It’s a thought I’ve been having lately and confirmed in many ways so when I saw the word “peace” for today’s Stream of Consciousness I repeated to myself; “I live I peace.” That’s really something because I haven’t had peace for years, decades….. but now I do.

I had a terrible, childless marriage but now I have no children to worry about. ‘People are only as happy as their saddest kid’ is true. I have children In my life because my sister had kids but I don’t worry about them like she does.

My mom had Multiple Sclerosis and lived in bed for the last 20 years of her life. She lived to be 80 and see her first grandchild so I’m at peace that she has passed on. Her crappy life was on my mind everyday, I know she’s much better off now.

I had to start my life all over again at 55 (I don’t really want to get into it right now, if you are interested then you can find stuff in my blog) and now I’m 62, working part-time in a grocery store. I couldn’t ask for a better job (better pay maybe). I make cakes in the bakery and I work on cash. It’s great to have two different jobs in the same place.

When my marriage broke up (‘broke down’ is a better term) my ex decided it would be better to mortgage our house and get rid of me than go to counselling. What was devastating to me then is now seen as a blessing. I live in my own little house with woods on 3 sides. I’m off the main road which is only busy in the summer, anyway, as I’m a few blocks from one the best beaches in Ontario.

Today I have the day off and I’m going to do housework, inside and outside. I’m making new friends who might drop over tonight.

I’m finally “getting a life” and I’m at peace.


My Mentor

Have you ever had a mentor? What was the greatest lesson you learned from him or her?

Oh, yes!  I’ve had a mentor who changed my life.

I don’t talk about spirituality very much because it’s a private thing for me. It’s an intimate relationship with God I don’t share with others unless it’s the subject of conversation….. and it hardly ever is.

I’ve had the opportunity to meet and study under a spiritual Master that, I feel, is the real deal. I won’t bother with his name or organization; I will take you to the things he said that changed my life.

The first interview I had with him, I was still low in self-esteem and was questioning him about things people said that I didn’t agree with. I wanted him to explain it so I could understand but what he said was, “Don’t let anyone make you second guess yourself…… you know what to do.”

BAM! No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I am always being told what I ‘should’ do as if I can’t think for myself.

A few years later at a meeting, I asked him, “In this culture we are told it’s important to have self-esteem but in spirituality we are told to have humility…..”  That’s as far as I got when he looked at me (I can’t find a strong enough word for that ‘look’)  and said, “Sister, don’t be a door mat.”

That doesn’t sound like an answer but it was. He was talking about my husband and how I was taking way too much shit in the name of humility, trying to be a good wife. I deserved better.

He did go on to answer the question; “If you don’t love yourself then you will never believe you are worthy of God.”

This man taught me to love myself and know I deserve to be happy. Because of him, I never feel all alone.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mentor Me.”

The Hippy Trail

too bad I have to reblog my own blog to get into the Reader. Sorry if you see it twice.

monicle's chronicles

W.P. # 92    These are the trips I made.

Fresh out of high school my boyfriend, Bob, and I starting working towards a trip to Europe. In those days you could have a job and still save money. Air travel was affordable and there was a massive trek of hippies traveling all over Europe and as far as India.

We didn’t go that far but we traveled in a van for 9 months all around Europe and Morocco, back to Germany to earn some money then onto Yugoslavia, Greece, including Crete, then sold the van and flew to Lebanon. (That’s a whole other story)

We worked in an army-base grocery store for the summer in Germany, still living in our van in a big parking lot under a bridge that had a fresh spring. Locals would come and wash their car there. The police, both local and army, would check us out every once in a…

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