BOYCHOIR——–a movie not to be missed

I shed a few tears , I smiled, I was amused by the adolescent  boys’ pranks and shenanigans and I was mesmerized by the  chorale performance by the  American Boychoir boarding School. Such talent! Their voices were angelic,  melodic and unbelievable.

This film written by Ben Ripley and directed by French Canadian Francois Girard, [directer of  the Red violin in 1988,]- was part of the 2014 Toronto International Film Festival. This is the story of Stet–a troubled, angry  and disadvantaged youth, alone in the world. His future probably would have been one of a life of crime and poverty had it not been for the intervention of his public school drama teacher, who was instrumental in having him accepted into  a boys singing academy. Stet was played by Garrett Wareing. This was the first movie role for this multi talented individual, whose family is also involved in the performing arts, His father and sister  appeared in the movie. Dustin Hoffman,    Kathy Bates and Debra Winger are part of this large cast of talented actors. In my opinion Garrett Wareing is destined to become a superstar. Be sure to see the movie . I don’t think you will be disappointed. The plot is somewhat predictable, but who cares?

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Me and my new “live in” Buddy

Yes- it is true. A buddy has moved in  with me.  We have become very close.We eat together and sleep together. Wherever I go my buddy comes along. This new buddy of mine is attached to me and he is acutely  aware  every time my heart skips a beat. My new buddy likes to be on the go and  is somewhat fickle. He plans to leave me in two days and become attached to someone else.

My fickle friend is a Holter Monitor, designed to help detect dangerous heart  arrhythmias and to help determine cardiac functionality. I expect everything to be fine. I had a minor incidence a year ago and there is a history of hear t disease in my family. Thus my cardiologist suggested I have this procedure done. followed by a cardiac  exam and stress test. I have another day and a half before my buddy and I part ways.  Who knows. Perhaps we will become reattached next year.

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Rejected for a Gap Visa—Why Me?

My daughter ,son in law and two  grand daughters drove from Canada to visit with me in Florida and also to escape the bitter cold. One day they took a break from swimming and baking in the sun {wearing sun screen of course } to do a little shopping. One of the shopping spots was the Gap where the girls chose a number of things for camp. It came time to pay and we were informed if we applied to open a Gap card we would get a discount. I volunteered to do so. We received the discount and I didn’t think any more of it–that is until today….

A letter came in the mail from a Florida Bank acknowledging a request for a credit program with Gap Visa. The letter went on to say that my request was reviewed and denied  because I did not score well compared with other applicants. The reason is  listed below.


Well!! I don’t like to question authority but I feel very much alive  most of the time. When I pinch myself it hurts and the last time I looked in the mirror I was there.

I was feeling 100 percent confident that I still exist until  this evening when I tried to respond to an Evite to a relatives wedding. I keyboarded in my first name and then my last name  and then I pressed submit.The screen flashed stating “No Match Found.” Even so I suspect I am still living on earth and I intend to convince the credit bureau of this fact.How many phone calls, swear words, emails and letters do you think it will take before either I get the issue resolved or  I am arrested for harassment?

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Sunglasses lost and mysteriously found.

I had two houseguests visiting me in Florida. One lost her sunglasses multiple times while staying here. Fortunately some one always found the  glasses where she had left them and returned them to her. I mercilessly teased her for being absent minded- especially about  losing her sunglasses.  The day after she left, I was punished for teasing her. My cherished sunglasses disappeared. I searched every where, but to no avail. I enlisted the help of my daughter and son in law who had moved in with me for a  visit the same day  my friends went home to Toronto. The three of us searched every room thoroughly in vain.They were gone.

I was heartbroken. I loved those glasses. They were the only ones I had managed not to lose for over two years.

But wait!! That is not the end of the story. Later that afternoon I walked into the bedroom. The sunglasses were lying in plain view on the floor on top of a bright yellow bag that the daily newspaper is delivered in. The bag and the glasses were not on the floor before. Is it possible that I have a friendly ghost living here or a guardian angel looking out for me  that returned my glasses. What do you think? Has anything like this ever happened to you? Your comments  and opinions would be appreciated.

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Another first  has come and gone— the first month  that I  have been in Florida  without my hubby for the first time,    has passed.  I have survived and in some ways I have thrived.  When I accomplish something I continue to throw my arms up in the air and shout I DID IT- a ritual I learned from my younger grandchildren However I still don’t shout as loud as they  do because I still don’t want my neighbours to think I am completely bonkers.

After the initial horror of the first few days walking into the  Florida condo, without my spouse and then losing internet, television  and telephone service the first day due to a mishap involving Atlantic Broadband, things have gone reasonably well. Sure I still miss him and get lonely and when I see an attractive white haired man I sometimes think it is him– until with a jolt, I remember, However I am not living the horrific nightmare of last season  watching him  struggle for breath every time he took a few steps. The worst has already happened. He is gone.

I did have  one frightening experience and felt very vulnerable and very alone. I describe it below.

I Had a Bad Day, What a Bad Day I had.

The day and evening before my bad day I was experiencing mild shooting pains in my right temple and eye. When I woke up in the morning , I went to my computer . I was seeing double.I panicked and called my son in Toronto who is  an optometrist. he suggested I see an optometrist in the area to check my eyes. I found an old local phonebook and made an apointment at an office in the area. They did me a favour and squeezed me in for 10 A.M.  I wrote the address down and even had the presence  of mind to enter it in my I- phone. I called my son back and gave him the particulars to where I was going in case he wanted to confer with the doctor. I then called a taxi. I could have called a friend or neighbour but I didn’t want to spoil anyones day. I paid the taxi driver $10 for a minute and a half ride. Had I known it was so close I would have walked. I went into the building and searched for the suite number. It was vacant. Once again I panicked. It was already 5 to 10. I thought– “well  I will phone them–maybe I copied down the wrong address.” Then I discovered although I had recorded the address in note form and in my I-phone I had failed to record the phone number.  I walked into the only occupied office in the building and asked if they knew of this doctor. They didn’t. Phone books are practically obsolete. They didn’t have one and their computers were down. What to do ? I called long distance to my son in Toronto. I had given him the phone number. After obtaining it from him, I  called the office. The phone number in the old phone book was the same but they had moved to a new location a few years ago. The receptionist said the new office was only a couple of minutes away and the Doctor would see me when I arrived. Sure the office was only a couple minutes by car but I was walking and it  took me nearly a half hour. It was hot. I couldn’t see,  I was light headed because I hadn’t eaten breakfast.I was nervous and a little queazy There was heavy traffic . I obey traffic lights but many drivers here think it is their mission to run down as many pedestrians as they can. Against all odds I made it safely to the office. The doctor was very nice. Everything checked out okay- no macular degeneration , no detached retina, just the very beginnings of one cataract and the optic nerve appeared to be okay. However she suggested just to make sure I  should see an Ophthalmologist Neurologist.I walked across the road to make an apointment with the specialist.. I would have to wait a week.It would be expensive and it would probably be a hassle to get my out of country health insurance to cover it. I took a taxi home, My eyes are better I only see one image at a time. and at the advice of my son  and the advice of a poolside friend who is the wife of a Boston optometrist, I try to moderate my computor use { hard to do when one likes to blog and write} and I use eye drops every day. I speak to my son frequently and will check further if necessary when I return home in the spring.  To add insult to misery , somewhere along the way I lost my favourite back sweater. I called the various places I was but it is lost and gone forever, oh my darling black sweater. When my friend heard about my misadventure she said she always thought  it was my hubby who attracted Mr. Murphy and lived life according  to his law– “Whatever can go wrong will”.  Now she is convinced it is me. Oh “Why Me?”

I have done nice things with friends . With two groups of friends it is a ritual for us snow birds to get together for reunions. This year was no different except I went without my mate. Both groups went back to the same restaurant as last year. I thought it would really bother me especially when in both cases we were given the same table as last year. I surprised myself . I felt D. was with us as did some of our friends.

I have made new friendships here and have attended, movies,  art shows and  events with both friends and relatives.  Sometimes would prefer to stay home and mope , but my older daughter encouraged me to go out , or people will stop asking me to join them.   D still had a lot of living to do. I will try and live for the two of us ,as I begin this  new chapter of my life.







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