Last year, I had the honour of being guest speaker at the Hamilton Literacy Council AGM. This wonderful organization provides one on one tutoring to adults in Hamilton who don't know how to read. The teachers are marvelous. They are mostly volunteers.
theme for the AGM was all about wishes. Dream Big. And so the staff came up with a brilliant idea for centrepieces
for the AGM. Each table had a crystal globe in the centre of it, like a
snow globe. Each globe had a different note inserted into the middle.
And on the note was the dream of one of the students from the literacy
I picked up the globe on my table. The note inside it read:
"I want to work in a store someday."
I felt my throat constrict. My eyes started to tear.
of us worked in stores when we are in high school or college. It was our
'starter job' - the one we can't wait to leave after graduation from
school to get the better job for which we trained. I remember working
at a mega grocery store. Eight hours on my feet, unrelenting noise, and
lots of lifting. I was so grateful to leave it.
thought about our student who wrote that note. What she wanted most in
the world was to become literate so she could work in a store.
she couldn't work there now. She couldn't read labels. She couldn't
read sales slips. Most stores have computers. She couldn't read the
text on the computer screen.
She couldn't even fill in the application form to work there.
has always been a cause dear to my heart. I write a series of crime
books for adult literacy students who are reaching the advanced
certificate stage. I donate all the proceeds from my book launches to
the literacy council. But at the AGM, this student opened my eyes and
reached my heart.
In our society, we expect everyone to be able to read. Jobs today require it.
my life, I have imagined how sad it would be to be unable to read a
book. Imagine how it would feel to be unable to fill out a job
My fervent wish this Christmas is the gift
of literacy for everyone. May everyone in my town, Hamilton, and my
country, Canada, be able to read. May everyone in the world have the
chance to learn, and may teachers and tutors everywhere continue to make
Merry Christmas to all.
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Thursday, 22 December 2016
Christmas with Morticia - (reprinted with permission from the demented people who pay me)
Do you get into the Spirit of Christmas?
I’m not interest in the Spirit of Christmas and I’ve told him that a hundred times! (Honestly…it’s these office Christmas parties. Everyone gets embalmed.)
Can I interest you in custom-designed fruit baskets for your dearest friends.
Signed, The Custom Grocer
No thanks. I gave a Christmas food basket to Thing last year and it bombed horribly. He just didn’t have the stomach for it.
I’m quitting smoking starting Jan. 1. Are you making any New Years resolutions this year?
Yup. As soon as the vulture dinner is over, I’m becoming a vegetarian. (At least when you carve a pumpkin, it doesn’t try to eat you back.)
I was a good girl all year, and all Santa brought me was a large frog. Frankly, I feel cheated.
Honey, I don’t blame you, so be sure to follow my advice: Be very bad next year and Santa may bring you a Prince. (And if you don’t get the Prince, at least you will have had a smashing good time all year!)
Melodie in disguise as a fairly normal person in a blue coat. Merry Christmas.
Tuesday, 20 December 2016
The Christmas Spirit aka "Get your own damned shopper" (Christmas post #2)
(Reprinted with permission from the places that pay me.)
Skip the fancy jewelry, fur coats, and dishwashers that do everything. Let’s be realistic and talk about what we all REALLY want for Christmas…which is a parking spot at the mall.
Let’s face it. Each year we spend hundreds of miserable hours driving round and round suburban parking lots, in sub-zero weather, during blinding snow storms, looking for a place to park the family car. This is so we can fight our way into the crowded, outrageously noisy department stores, to buy obscenely overpriced gifts for people who don’t need them.
Who started this practice??
But you have to do it in order to get into the ‘Christmas Spirit,’ which is an essential part of the holiday tradition. Christmas Spirit is evident in parking lots all over the world. It begins something like this:
Having arrived at the mall, you spend the first twenty minutes driving up and down the parking lot, taking advice from every occupant in your car about where they ‘think they saw an opening.’ Then your spouse – whom you are beginning to hate – gets the bright idea of hovering like a vulture at the mall exit, and following someone back to their car. At which point you find that there are four other clever drivers attempting to do the same thing.
You then engage in the time honoured game of ‘parking lot chicken’ to see who gets to the vacant spot first. The spot, of course, isn’t available anyway, as the shopper exiting the mall only did so to dump a load of shopping off at the car before going back into the trenches. I’m convinced that some despicable people sneak into suburban parking lots in the middle of the night, leave their cars in prime spots, and bum a ride back the next day. It’s the suburban equivalent of lining up for rock concerts.
Meanwhile, back at the parking lineup, three of the four cars formerly involved in playing chicken are now racing back to the mall entrance to annex another exiting individual. By now, the windows are down, the drivers are yelling obscenities along the lines of ‘Get your own damned shopper!” and threatening to beat each other to the consistency of plum pudding.
By now, if you are not in the true spirit of Christmas, I suggest the following: Go home, take an extremely large glass and fill it with equal parts eggnog and rum. Drink quickly. Refill Liberally. Repeat. This is the alternative practice of ‘getting into the Christmas Spirits.’
Wednesday, 14 December 2016
A Few Words About Turkey…the first of the Christmas posts (reprinted with permission from the loony people who paid me)
Today, we are going to talk about Christmas. Basically, about the inequities between men and women, when approaching the subject of preparing for Christmas.
Woman, for example, approach Christmas from the point of view of shopping for presents, selecting and decorating the tree, cleaning the house for company, cooking the holiday dinner for 10, and flopping from exhaustion just in time to hear Dasher and Dancer on the roof.
Men, on the other hand, tend to regard Christmas as something that precedes the Superbowl.
In order to properly conduct this extremely scientific study, it’s necessary for us to delve deeper into the proverbial muckbin of sexual politics. Let us look at the different attitudes between the sexes when considering the subject of turkey
Her job: buy the turkey, defrost the turkey, stuff the turkey, cook the turkey, make the turkey gravy, serve the turkey.
His job: eat the turkey. (Also, be the turkey.)
Let’s further examine the role of men and women when purchasing gifts for the average North American family.
She buys for: the kids, the dog, the husband, his mother, her mother, his father, her father, Aunt Gertrude, Uncle Larry, his best friend, her best friend, the kids’ teachers, the crossing guard…
He buys for: her.
Lest this seem a tad inequitable, let’s remember that there is a good reason the world is aligned this way. There is no possible way a gal WANTS her guy to buy for everyone on the above list. This is because most guys’ idea of a really neat and original thing to buy is a gift certificate from Canadian Tire or Fred’s Rods and Live Bait.
Which is why – although it is often the only present they have to get – many men revert to the time-honoured guy tradition, which is try to ignore it and maybe it will go away, aka “leave it to the last minute.”
This is why, on Christmas eve, you are apt to see hundreds of crazed men running through local shopping malls buying anything that doesn’t move, yell or bite.
Him (in department store, 9 PM Christmas Eve, clutching something that resembles a blouse): “It’s perfect! How much?”
Clerkette (world-weary): “This blouse is a size 62. Are you sure your wife is a 62?”
Him: “Blouse? I thought it was a tent. Oh well, maybe it will shrink.”
So darling, if you’re reading this, the tree is up, and I have a few things on hold at Tiffany’s. You choose.
Wednesday, 7 December 2016
USES FOR A KINDLE (by Bad Girl)
Kath: Have you got a Kindle?
Me: Of course I have a Kindle!
Kath: Do you like it?
Me: It’s very pretty. It has a pink cover. And it makes a great paperweight.
Kath: But do you actually use it?
Me: I used it once as a flashlight during a power outage. Everyone should have one.
Kath: Why not get a flashlight for that?
Me: Flashlights make lousy paperweights. They roll off the table.
I am a Dinosaurette. In spite of that, I have a Kindle. It wasn’t my idea. People keep foisting them on me at Christmas. It’s the 21st century version of fruitcake.
Not only that, they multiply. The first died within months, probably from neglect (I didn’t kill it – honest.) The second was a prize from my publisher for top sales. I also have a Kobo. It was a Christmas present. It’s around here somewhere.
As you can see, I am not addicted to my Kindle. In fact, it is my opinion you have to be barking to be emotionally attached to a slab of machinery that displays words. That would be like being addicted to a printing press.
But Lord Thunderin’ Jesus, how I am addicted to books! Real books, that is. I see a pile of books on my bedside table, and I get excited. (Men, take note.)
Oh, the delight of holding a real book in your hand. The tactile feel of the paper, the visual lure of the cover… And the smell of the glue that binds each little paper together…(minty is best)
The trouble with an ereader is that every story you are reading on it looks and feels exactly the same. And that changes the experience for me.
I realize that a lot of people love to read on Kindles. I might even like some of them (people. Not Kindles.) But I highly suspect they are the same sort of people who actually like salad.
Thankfully, there are alternate uses for ereaders. (If you like salad, stop reading NOW.)
BAD GIRL'S USES FOR A KINDLE:
1. Kindling. (Okay, not really, despite the similar sounding name. Probably not the best way to start a fire. A Samsung phone is better.
2. Murder weapon. (Whack the cheating bastard over the head with it. Continue whacking and alternately reading from 50 Shades. That should kill him.
3. Frisbee. (see Murder weapon above.)
4. Hockey puck (I live in Canada, eh.)
5. Dog toy (leatherette covers work best for this)
6. Fly-swatter (editor's note: works great on spiders)
Plus all the obvious uses: flashlight, paperweight, hot pad, furniture shim, bookmark, ruler, rolling pin, cutting board, door stop.
Finally, I would like to point out that you can’t decorate with Kindles. “Oh look at that lovely bookcase of Kindles, Gladys!” said no one, ever.
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