It’s the Lunar New Year. The Chinese zodiac sign is the Snake. My year.
The zodiac goes in cycles of 12 years, one animal for every year. We left the year of the Dragon. This year will also be an auspicious milestone year for me.
The following horoscope describes how the year of the Snake will look – for a Snake:
“The Snake year is an excellent time for spiritual and personal growth since it encourages self-discovery. The 2025 element, wood, lends the Snake’s traits greater versatility, growth, and creativity.”
A lot of changes are coming, and they should expect to make many significant decisions regarding love, work, health and family.”
Advice is to attend joyous events, like weddings or baby showers.
A year of self-discovery, sounds about right.
We had our Chinese New Year dinner last Saturday, my Mom, the siblings and our families. G came home from school because we were having her favourite – Peking Duck – we had two of them! The kids’ favourites. Life will be changing as some of the younger cousins will start post secondary later this year.
Especially missing our boy this time, but he will have red envelopes coming his way soon enough.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
Karen. I was named when it was one of the most popular names for girls. In every classroom there were at least two of us. Always spelled the OG way, with a “K” and an “E”.
When I was in primary school, I had a bookmark which showcased my name and its origin. It was white, with a pink tassel, and embroidered with the following:
Pure. Karen is a female name of Danish or Greek origin. A form of Katherine.
When you google it now, the internet says: the original meaning of Karen means “pure,” which points to the wonderful innocence of childhood and the loving, pure nature baby embodies.
Unfortunately, since 2016, Karen has come to embody a racist, middle-aged white woman with an obnoxious haircut, who wants to speak to the manager. The Karen meme was a little funny, until it wasn’t. It’s ridiculous that it’s become a verb. Being a Karen is frowned upon.
Oh well, I suppose there are worse things in life.
Nevertheless, I am an annoyed Karen over the whole thing.
That’s my goal. I know, I know. I’m like 40 years older than the average person in this video and I have bad knees. I just wrote a scene about my love of dance from a young age. I figure I’m not quite ready to be called “elderly” just yet.
The song is everywhere, and the official video is adorable too. Bruno Mars and K-Pop princess Rose – cuteness overload. Anyone else hear a bit of “Mickey” by Toni Basil in this?
I used to think that the Fireplace channel (and also the Aquarium channel, for that matter) were just the strangest offerings on TV.
We found occasion to watch my TV fireplace this past week.
You know when you’ve got stuff to do, are both on your laptops, would like something in the background on the bigger screen in front of you, but don’t want it to need too much of your attention? The fireplace channel fit the bill perfectly. I suppose this is our generation’s version of multi-tasking. My husband loved it.
The crackling, the faux flames – it brought the ambiance and made the room feel rather cozy. In this room, where a brand new electric fireplace will be installed in the next few weeks. The irony of fire providing us comfort is not lost on me.
Here are five random thoughts for a Friday:
1/ Things are settling down for my son in LA. Fires are still raging, they are still on alert to a certain extent, but they are lucky as they have not lost anything, have not had to evacuate, and have a place to stay. They are now looking to see how they can help out in the community. I’m feeling a bit better now too.
2/ Upping my gym game
So far this year, I’ve done 9 gym classes in 16 days. In 2024, I went to 173 group classes.
For some of those classes I had the benefit of jumping up on stage with the instructor to team teach Jam (honestly it’s because Les Mills instructors learn things backwards, like facing a mirror – so it’s easier for me to do it that way…). And when I get on stage, it becomes a real party – disco lights please!
I think this is the first year that my passion for Bodycombat surpassed Bodyjam. Fighting over dancing, at least at the gym. With a healthy dose of repetition with weights/cardio in Bodypump.
I’ve been sleeping a little better which is a good thing.
One important thing is to remember – listen to my body. At my gym I have to book a space in class within a 72 hour window. Some of the classes get full quickly – so I often book once that minute strikes. But if I work out in the evening, should I still attend the class I booked for the next morning? For me today, that was a no. Two days in a row, already at my age, – I decided that a third day was pushing it and it’s not worth the risk of injury.
Does it mean I should have an extra bowl of popcorn? No – but I did have one anyway. Skinny Pop, though.
3/ Writing
There’s more discipline set up by my writers’ group now. Deadlines, goals. Accountability. I have to finish up a new scene before the 19th, midnight. Wish me luck.
4/ Renovations
It feels like the calm before the storm. Calm, as the house is really, really quiet. Both kids away, our 16 year old Cody who sleeps most of the day, the only other thing providing a distraction. Empty nesting is an adjustment.
We still have to move a bunch of stuff this weekend. My husband likes bossing me around (he did a stint as a furniture mover when he was young) so I let him have that as a win!
5/ Renovations of this blog
I bit the bullet and decided to invest a bit in this blog. It needs a new look and I’d like some more inspiration for writing. I am excited to take this to the next level and find a blogging community again.
First full week of the new year. A lot going on but with some flexibility in schedule, it feels like things are going lightning quick but alternately at a snail’s pace.
The week started out on a high, looking forward at 2025 as a year of possibility. Both kids well on their way.
For myself – this is my year, the year of the Wooden Snake! A perfect square year!
– getting back on track to regularly scheduled gym workouts;
-clearing each room step by step in preparation for the upcoming reno (so many steps just moving boxes around and up and down stairs). Hard to stay focused as I’ve been easily distracted by memories that random items bring to mind. Keep, don’t keep? Donated a bunch to Salvation Army and still have more to go;
– to start looking at my own life plans, career, writing ? My reader/writer group started and I am already behind.
Then Tuesday we get a text from my son:
He is stressed, but safe. They are very fortunate. The biggest inconvenience for them so far was loss in power, and they packed bags that they had just unpacked, just in case. They are not in the alert zone, but can’t rest or settle into any new normal. They’re still getting random alerts. So I’ve been on pins and needles the whole week. All is in Mother Nature’s hands, fate is with the winds. I feel helpless observing all of this so far away from him. Watching all this devastation unfold while waiting for his next text or Facetime call.
Yup, his new life is in LA. I’ve been purposely not texting him every hour for an update. He tells me I can text him whenever, he never minds getting a note from me. Makes me want to hug him even harder.
Glasses, some empty, some partially filled with water, so many glasses…strewn around the house. A glass in the living room, a couple in the family room, errant ones in the bedrooms upstairs, on their desks. In the basement, in the washrooms. On the coffee table, on the side tables. On the kitchen table, on the counter. On the dining room table. All parked as evidence of minutes spent in each space.
“Whose glasses are these? These kids grrrr ”…hubby would say. And then plunk the offending glassware into the dishwasher.
They used to be plastic cups. We donated the plastics a while ago after the kids outgrew them. They settled into teenhood and graduated to breakables.
We became a household without teenagers just days ago. Twenty years whipped by in a flash.
As I get up from the family room couch to pour myself another cup of coffee, I realize how many times I’ve heard, “Hey Mom, while you’re up will you get me some water?”
And as a mother does, I’ve responded, “Sure, sweetie.”
We are taking the firstborn to the airport this morning – in two cars as he has that much luggage. He’s starting a new life thousands of kilometres away.
I will be driving the baby of the family back to school tomorrow – in one car, packed with necessities for the next term. Not as far away as her brother. Not as permanently, but away nonetheless.
Exciting times for both of them, I know.
Come Monday, I know a part of me will long to see a random glass.
I realize we are still in the midst of holiday break, but I hope the holiday season has been a good one for you, and that your 2025 is off to a great start.
I tried hard to finish up my current read before the strike of midnight on Dec 31 but alas, I didn’t have time to finish up those last 20 pages. They snuck into January 1. I failed at my Goodreads reading challenge for 2024 by 8 books! Considering the extra time I had in 2024, I don’t even know why my book count was less than that for 2023. So I am setting my target at a more do-able ( at least for me!) level for 2025.
I also waited too long to take advantage of a discounted upgrade for this blog on WordPress. I don’t like all those pesky ads, and I anticipate they are a pain for any readers of my little space here. So thank you for your patience while I await the next wave of promo codes.
My first book review of 2025 is for “The Life Cycle of the Common Octopus” by Emma Knight, What an awesome title for a book! Not long ago, I watched a couple of wonderful documentaries about the octopus ( “My Octopus Teacher “on Netflix; “Secrets of the Octopus” on Disney) so I was drawn to this book due to this recent fascination. Here is my brief review of the book:
Pen (Penelope) and Alice, her best friend since childhood, attend the University of Edinburgh together as first year students. They are a long way from their home, Toronto, Canada. Pen was drawn to Scotland by a feeling of connection she has with a famous writer who lives there, an old friend of her father’s, Lord Elliott Lennox.
Pen has never met Lennox and suspects that her divorced parents are hiding something from her about their association. Particularly since her middle name is Elliott (yeah, a little obvious? We’ll see…). After Pen reaches out, Lennox invites her to his home where she meets various members of his welcoming family. Pen develops romantic feelings for the very first time, for Lennox’s older son, Sasha. (Note – there’s a lot of earnest heart quickening and physical attraction reactions every time young Sasha comes into the room, so perhaps this is more of a YA offering). We follow Pen as she tries to uncover secrets that may lie with this family. She also starts to see her parents in a different light, envisioning them as students and what their lives were like when they were young.
Alice is an aspiring actress who is acting in the university play. She is confident in personality and quite beautiful, so used to having power in her relationships with men. Alice starts an affair with her tutor which may prove her undoing.
Their university lives are described with the chapters split out by season/school terms. They develop friend groups, experience a new life with the backdrop of Scotland – the studying, the partying, the sex. We see them deal with bigger issues, and look at adults with new eyes as they mature themselves.
I enjoyed Emma Knight’s writing style, her descriptions provided the right amount of detail. I remained interested enough to appreciate the secret as it unfolded for Pen (and the clues that were sprinkled into the storyline). The title of the book was part of the initial draw of this book for me, and the tie-in comes in quite late. I was much less interested in the character of Alice and her relationship with her tutor. Although Alice’s experience is not uncommon and an important one, I felt there wasn’t enough room for it given how much material was in the Pen storyline alone. I did enjoy the relationship between the two girls when they were together – you could sense the sisterhood. However, there were also some other subplots that distracted rather than added to the story.
Because it took me a little while to get into it, I rate this a 3.5 but closer to a 3 star.
Thank you to Penguin Random House and Netgalley for an ARC for an honest review. Publication date will be January 7, 2025.
Around this time twenty four years ago, we were introducing my son to solids.
He graduated to using utensils on his own. Winnie, then Blues Clues, and Paddington were favourites.
But with so much to explore, so many things to do, he would need some prompting to focus on the task at hand. The airplane came in handy … ‘whoosh, whoosh, … coming in fast, open-wide”!
Worked every time.
He’s always been a great eater. He loves to travel.
And come January he will be leaving on an airplane on an exciting new path.
(So this post was sitting unpublished in my drafts! I am still getting used to WordPress – contemplating making this space more official as a domain and curate it a little more. I need the practice!)
What a fantastic play. Two young actors, 85 minutes, on a set that consists of a desk and two chairs portraying a cubicle. Developing a deep platonic male friendship through their experiences as young fathers. I laughed, and cried, and was so moved.
We saw Noah Reid, the actor from Schitt’s Creek, on Breakfast Television a few weeks ago, talking about this show that he would be performing in. He was so wonderful as Patrick, David’s spouse. I’ve been following his career a little since his work on that hilarious series. He’s also a very talented singer. My husband happened to walk by during the interview as the plot was being described.
“Let’s go see it” he said to me. I was gobsmacked. My husband does not do theatre. He absolutely hates musicals so granted this was not one. Well, he did go to American Idiot (Green Day) and Jagged Little Pill (Alanis Morissette) with me, so those were exceptions. The focus on fatherhood in this play intrigued him.
But back to this – we saw this at the Coal Mine Theatre, an intimate venue that has been in existence for 10 years but not long in its current location. The max capacity is 120 seats – it looked like about 75-80 seats last night. It was sold out. Such a unique experience. We were so impressed and are looking forward to other such shows in the future. It was worth the trek through bad traffic into the city on a Friday night.
The play was written by Samuel Hunter, who also wrote “The Whale” – yes, that story that was huge as a movie at the Oscars a couple of years ago. A great writer. And Noah Reid as Ryan and Mazin Elsadig as Keith – what fantastic Canadian talent!
An amazing Friday date night roundup to end my NaBloPoMo 2024 run. For those new readers who have visited, thanks for stopping by. I hope you had a wonderful November, I’ve enjoyed reading new blogs! I plan to keep blogging now, and not wait another couple of years for the next post.
Three individuals somehow connected to one singular tragic event.
Janie. Robbie. Vanessa.
Janie is a young 18-year-old woman from a small town on the cusp of launching a new life, with dream job in the city of London waiting for her. But she is tragically ploughed down by a van in a hit-and-run and left for dead.
Robbie is huge popstar with a lovely home, wife and two kids, living the dream life. He is a celebrity, but well respected, known for being an upstanding citizen and family man. Twenty years after the incident, Robbie is arrested and charged for hitting Janie. He goes willingly with police and accepts the charges with no denials. He has been running from this for two decades and it has caught up with him. But is he guilty?
Janie is not dead, and survived even after being in a coma. Although severely injured and maimed, and not able to speak, she wants to be involved in the justice process. Is she a reliable witness so many years later? How accurate is her memory in her current state?
Vanessa, a lady who lives in the small town, works as support for witnesses attending court proceedings. Vanessa has a complicated back story of her own and is tied to this incident in more ways than one.
This story had so many twists and turns, but it was not hard to follow. Several points of view were used, and there were many characters involved beyond the main three. I was pleasantly surprised by a couple of revelations, as I can usually tell what is coming up based on the author’s writing and clues. The author was able to cleverly weave the connections together. You had to stretch your imagination a little in some cases as there were a lot of coincidences. But that might just be expected in a small town.
I give this a solid 3. I have not read any other Jane Corry books, so this has piqued my curiosity about them. I do like a good mystery. Thanks to NetGalley and Penguin Random House Canada for an advanced copy for an honest review.
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What’s in a name – Daily Prompt
Karen. I was named when it was one of the most popular names for girls. In every classroom there were at least two of us. Always spelled the OG way, with a “K” and an “E”.
When I was in primary school, I had a bookmark which showcased my name and its origin. It was white, with a pink tassel, and embroidered with the following:
Pure. Karen is a female name of Danish or Greek origin. A form of Katherine.
When you google it now, the internet says: the original meaning of Karen means “pure,” which points to the wonderful innocence of childhood and the loving, pure nature baby embodies.
Unfortunately, since 2016, Karen has come to embody a racist, middle-aged white woman with an obnoxious haircut, who wants to speak to the manager. The Karen meme was a little funny, until it wasn’t. It’s ridiculous that it’s become a verb. Being a Karen is frowned upon.
Oh well, I suppose there are worse things in life.
Nevertheless, I am an annoyed Karen over the whole thing.