A blog full of memories
He used to lean over conspiratorially at the dinner table: Psstt…Psst. Want to hear a dirty joke? And our friends (no matter who they were, he named Charlie Brown) would look up eagerly and say: Yeah. And nod their head. No grown-up had ever told them dirty jokes. My Dad would motion them closer and …
My Dad gets on the phone tonight: Jennie. Jennie. I have to tell you this joke. He’s laughing but gasps out: Bertrand told it at the dinner table the other day. And if there is anything my Dad likes (besides my Mum and KFC), he likes Bertrand’s jokes. He gets the added enjoyment of hearing …
I asked my Mum how Dad proposed to her. She was a bit surprised but said: Oh. He asked me at Christmas that year. That year? That year? What year? Oh umm… 1964. Yes. That’s what we planned. You planned it? I ask (a bit incredulously). You planned your own proposal? Yes. She says matter-of-factly. …
Charlie told me about an interview he once had. He’d been asked this question: If you were a piece of winery equipment, what would you be? He answered that he would be a pumpover device. I had to ask what a pumpover device was. Apparently, it’s the piece of equipment that pumps the wine over …
I’m calling my girlfriend in Yellowknife today. I’ve been calling her every Sunday for the last few weeks. She’s known me from forever. It feels good to talk to someone who’s known me forever. I feel grounded. We’re talking about our lives and what we want our lives to be. We’re talking our old relationships …
I start asking my girlfriends: What’s romantic to you? What is your idea of romance? Three out of three answered: spontaneity. My girlfriend in Yellowknife answered: “If he just called up in the middle of the day and said: Dress warmly. I’m taking you out. And then if he came and picked me up on …
[unfinished post…I have to find my links] Fawn tagged me yesterday with a meme. I didn’t know what it was, so I looked it up. From the internet Wikipedia, a meme”…consists of any unit of cultural information, such as a practice or idea, that gets transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to …
I was talking to the couple who are staying at Fitch Mountain Lookout the other day. We had a really good visit (or so I thought). They talked. I talked. I asked them questions. I talked some more (poor them…I didn’t explain that I’m Princess Donkey). I told them about my blog and how much …
That story of being a good woman reminded me of one time when I worked at Turin Networks. It was a Friday afternoon and I was visiting the Customer Service guys in their area and we were all sitting around talking (and probably having that end-of-the-week drink of somebody’s wine). A phone rang and the …
I called my good friend from–well–forever on Sunday. Deborah now lives in Yellowknife, North West Territories, Canada. I hadn’t talked to her in years. Too long. Far too long. But we started talking and talking and talking…like we’d never been out of touch. It feels good to have a friend like that…someone who knows you …
The other day, I was learning Adobe InDesign for a short project at work. I needed to figure out the pagination. (Being a tech writer…I checked the online help first. I believe if you can read, you can do anything. But that can be another topic for another blog entry another time.) So…I couldn’t find …
As you may have figured out, I don’t have much of a love life–but that doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic. I am–HUGEGLY SO–although I’ve never admitted it out loud before. I guess that’s what blogging is all about–living out loud. So there. My name is Jennifer and I am a romantic. I started this …