Rotating Pineapple

 I guess this is a universal thing. No matter how hard we try, we just can't keep our socks together. Probably the only way to stop this is to be extremely anal about it. To wit: 1. Have a dedicated sock drawer where all socks are kept together and paired off. 2. In your laundry room, have a mesh bag that is dedicated only to socks. 3. Whenever you take off a pair of socks, put them in the mesh bag. 4. When the mesh bag is full, put the mesh bag (full of socks) in washing machine. 5. Wash socks. 6. Remove wet sock bag from washing machine. 7. Put bag in dryer. 8. Dry socks. Voila!!! - I used to be a member of Food Cardigan, which is a company that sends you a different pair of funky socks every month. I am wearing a pair of those socks right now. They are purple socks and they have a bubble motif. The socks are about seven years old. The fabric where my toes go has worn thin. I will likely throw the socks away soon.  Foot Cardigan has sent me socks with the following motifs: - Acco

 Dear Mr. Man You know, I don't hate you. If I saw you on the street, I wouldn't yell at you or cuss you out, but I don't think I'd shake your hand. But I do pity you, man. You don't know what you gave up. She's going to be a funeral director, did you know that? Yeah, she's going to be a mover and shaker, hitting the big time. She'll have a good job and she'll never be out of work because she's in an industry that will never die (you should pardon the pun.)  Sure, she had her challenges growing up, but what girl doesn't. Things made her cry. Sometimes, I'm sad to say, I was one of those things. But all I can say is the good times outweigh the bad. I hope she agrees with that. You see, Mr. Man, I have a whole lot of great memories with her. This one time, I tried to take her down to Cleveland so we could see a Major League Baseball game live. But we couldn't get into the States so instead, we went to Niagara Falls and we had a grand ol

My son has picked up the awful habit of banishing his mother from his bedroom when it's time to go to sleep. He will allow us both in to change him into his pajamas and the nightly prayers, but after that he wants some alone time with me. His mom says it doesn't hurt her feelings, but I kind of think it does. - She should not be offended. My son merely picked up my genes. When I was a kid, I didn't want both my parents in my bedroom at the same time. They had to say goodnight to be individually. I guess kiddo and I both have a little OCD. - As luck would have it, Ash and I just finished watching a movie called TRAP. The premise of it is that a serial killer and his daughter are attending a pop concert. The police know he's there so they set up a trap, ensuring that every male adult is interviewed by police before they're dismissed. In the end, we discover that the man's wife suspected him and so she tipped the police about it.  Mom of the year, I tell you. "

Serendipity is described as " an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident ." I prefer to describe it as "stumbling into happiness." - This makes me think of fudge. Apparently, fudge was created by accident. According to legend, an American confectioner accidentally dropped some chocolate into a pot where he was making French caramels on Valentine's Day of 1886. The result: fudge. - I like fudge. My waistline does not.  - We spent much of today in Cornwall. Kiddo has therapy there on Wednesdays but today was also his first swimming lesson at the Cornwall pool. I was nervous at first, afraid kiddo wouldn't be able to follow along, but he did and even learned to float on his back. I'm not sure if that qualifies as serendipity. - Here is something that qualifies as serendipity. I have told this story before. I will tell it again. In 1993 or 1994, I was looking for a job, so I went to the local Hire a Student office to see what they had. There wa

 The address of Sara's Pyrohy Hut will forever be etched in my mind. It was located at 1216 Centre Street Northeast, Calgary, and was one of my family's favourite restaurants. I always ordered the same thing - a plate of beef perogies with a side of dill pickles. The Pyrohy Hut is no longer with us, its former proprietor, Fred, lost in the sands of the past. I know that the restaurant was named for a dog, Sara, but I don't know who Sara belonged to. Sara is dead now. So it goes. - I've never had perogies as good as the ones at Sara's. I know I never will. The emotional part of my mind won't allow that. My heart will always insist that the best Ukranian restaurant exists only in the 1980s and 1990s. Readers of this blog should not be surprised by that. If the Rotating Pineapple has a constant theme, it is that I messed things up in the past and would love to go back and rectify my mistakes. - Google tells me that a TD Canada Trust branch now exists at 1216 Centre

 In retrospect, it probably wasn't a smart idea to buy a straight razor at a second hand store. I had wanted one for several years but when I priced them out at barber shops, they wound up being more than I could rightly afford. So when an old one appeared in the second hand store window, I bought it quickly for $25. But I never used it. The blade was too dull and I never figured out how to sharpen it. "Use a leather belt," the barber told me, but I never did it. Too long. I didn't have the patience. I wanted a machine. I wanted to press a button, see a bunch of sparks fly, and then take my sharpened straight razor home. At least the straight razor had some use. It was adopted as a prop for a play sometime in the late 90s, after which is relegated to a plastic bucket in my room and (I think) ultimately discarded. - There is nothing wrong with buying clothes from Value Village. As I type this, I am wearing a sweater that I bought there. While wearing it, no one has eve