The past few weeks have been an emotional roller-coaster ride for a number of different reasons. The roller-coaster highs have indeed been high, and the lows … well very low! Let us start with a definite high. Continue reading
Since this blog started in 2014, I have referenced “perceptions” a number of times and it has always been in the context of how we see our world. This really shouldn’t surprise anybody because we all want to have some comfort level/acceptance in our world, and for us to get to that level, we have to know the culture of our world. Continue reading
I don’t think that I have ever met anybody who did not like “O Holy Night”!
A choir at Christmas time is perfect for carol singing, and a young boys choir has to be perfect for the task! Continue reading
I am currently reading “With a Closed Fist” (Growing up in Canada’s toughest neighborhood) by Kathy Dobson. I am not going to offer a review, but will say that I am loving it. Given that it’s an autobiography, I am really interested to read how she progresses from “3rd world living” in Montreal, to writing the book. She clearly got an educational break at some point in her growing up… perhaps it is on the next page? Continue reading
I am going to take a total diversion from my usual Posts, and take brief photographic look at Winter here! I know from odd comments made that some of you cannot visualize (or visualize incorrectly) what the world around here is like in Winter. Continue reading
One man’s view on bilingualism in Canada! Continue reading
As soon as my employment was confirmed, the other three made arrangements to fly out!
I was at Toronto International Airport well in advance of their arrival time and waited… and waited… and waited. I checked the arrivals board and they had landed on schedule so I waited… and waited… and waited. Continue reading
Working for the North York Board of Education as my first job (albeit short term) in Canada, was quite the experience. Continue reading
Continued from Dear Diary – Page 100
At breakfast the following day, I was told to pack sufficient clothes for a few days as the family were all going to a cottage on a lake in the country, and I was expected to go with them. My initial reaction was to politely decline because my main priority had to be getting some work however, I had apparently landed at Thanksgiving so I couldn’t do any job hunting for a day or two anyway, and they were insistent on my joining them at their cottage. Continue reading