Pickle How often have you been that close to danger? Well, it happened to my wife and me; not “danger” per se, but had it turned out differently we would have been, as my wife aptly put it later, “in deep doo-doo”. And, it happened recently as well. Er, today, to be exact; that is, Saturday, March… Continue reading Pickle
How did I get here? Well, it all began when my wife decided that we should move, that is, buy another country house. That is, sell the one we have now – downsize – and buy another one. Not just any one but one she saw on the Internet. “We can’t afford ours anymore,” she complained. “We… Continue reading How did I get here?
“Oh no, man, that’s awful. That’s shit fuck-face.” My situation was bad but only Enrico really knows how to express the male emotion. “What should I do?” I say. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know.” Enrico and I were seated at a table at our favourite bar. I was sipping my beer slowly; that’s… Continue reading Gym
Abby was surprised that she wasn’t more tired. Up at six, she had awakened from a vivid dream that had her running around more than she ever did in real life, and Abby was an active person. In the dream she was, believe it or not, Mick Jagger’s secretary. She didn’t make much, salary-wise; for… Continue reading Dream
60 minutes “Have you truly ever lived?” “What?” We were in a magazine store, there being a little time remaining on our parking meter. I wanted to buy a Globe and Mail, and Angela was dawdling by the Art Magazines. As I stood with her, the latest issue of Cosmopolitan Magazine caught my eye. On… Continue reading 60 Minutes
“You’ve failed.” I had been behind the wheel for less than a minute. We were in a small car in a quiet suburb of Toronto, me with the instructor beside me in the passenger seat, and three other course participants in the back. It was the summer of 1985 and I was enrolled in a Government… Continue reading Driving Lesson
I don’t really know how it began. I looked to my left and the looming face of Octavio was there, inches from my face, earnestly giving advice on how to improve my marriage. Sticking a bony finger in the air he announced, “The secret to a happy marriage? You must argue!” What!? My wife and… Continue reading Marriage Counselling