For the first time in many years I will be spending part of the winter in snowy blowy Toronto. It has turned cold. It has turned  very cold in fact it is freezing and I really didn’t own a winter coat that I liked. Oh how I  wished I still had my purple 3/4  length down filled coat with the attached hood with fake purple fur. I figured I must have given it away years ago because it was nowhere to be found.I received a handme up jacket from my granddaughter-  but it was short and did nothing to keep my bottom half warm. I was in my local shopping mall and I met a neighbour who excitedly showed me her new purchase from the Gap–a black quilted coat that was marked half price for Black Friday.I checked at the Gap and luckily there were still some left in my size. I remembered that I had some Gap gift cards at home. I raced home as fast as my old legs would carry me and then back to the mall. After purchasing the coat,  using the gift cards, the $200 coat cost me $25.00 cash.

Later that day, I took something down to my storage locker located in the dungeon.  I have a zippered garment wardrobe down there. For some reason I decided to unzip it and lo and behold there was my purple 3/4 length down filled purple coat with the purple fake fur.My coat and I had a warmful reunion. I forgot how really purple it actually was. When I wear it I feel like a plum, Barney, or a flying purple people eater. But thats ok–I like plums, I like Barney and Flying Purple people eaters are probably fun to hang out with. In any event I will be warm this winter.

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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5 Responses to COAT TALES

  1. So winter wear aside – why are you not flying south for at least part of your winter? Don’t you need the sun more this year than previous years? Take care.


  2. epsnider says:

    I am planning on going south for part of the winter. Enjoy the holiday season. will be in touch.


  3. I LOVE purple, so you’re in excellent company. 😀 Glad you found it.


  4. epsnider says:

    I think all of us passionate people love purple.


  5. epsnider says:

    I think all of us perfect passionate people love purple. {tried to post a happy face,but without success.


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