“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
–L.M. Montgomery
In the books, Anne Shirley believed, for a long time, that she would end up an old maid or spinster, instead she got her happy, storybook ending. Montgomery almost ended up one herself, but she still ended up unhappily. I sometimes fear the same will happen to me, either one, but it could always be worse.
It’s been a strange week. Goodbye September and a beautiful September it was, but I do love my Octobers.
I’ve just been thinking a lot lately, as September has bled into October. It seems that big things are happening to people, from my past. This has made me remember certain things from days gone by.
Catchy, catchy song.
🙂
Do you remember Disney’s The Rescuers, a highly underrated Disney film in my opinion with arguably one of the nastiest female villains, the sweetest little cartoon orphan, and two brave and adorable mice?
Someone’s Waiting For You – The Rescuers Soundtrack
I have been thinking about how my ex became a father for the first time last month. Also, an old friend’s younger brother just got married; not to mention, that’s the second one, little brother of a friend, to do that this week.
I remember that little boy, at three years of age, and how I used to lift him up and twirl him around and around as a game. It’s a strange feeling to remember him that way, then be brought back to reality, to realize he is not that tiny child anymore.
It made me search out a few movies from my childhood, on NetFlix: Homeward Bound (The Incredible Journey) and The Rescuers. Major doses of nostalgia for sure.
The Journey – The Rescuers Soundtrack
Life is a journey and this week’s journey, for me, starts off with an apology.
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
Montgomery was right, as usual.
Ten Things of Thankful:
First thing’s first…
For forgiveness.
I’d ended last week on a bit of a sour note, with my lack of appreciation for a friend’s generous hostessing of me in Toronto.
Well, I made sure not to go to bed without apologizing of course, but I wasn’t certain she’d fully accepted my apology.
In the morning we talked about it again and she assured me there were no hard feelings, that she doesn’t let little things get to her like that.
I appreciated her saying so because it wasn’t so little really. I am grateful and thankful for the ability for other people to forgive because I would hate to leave things in a negative state, with anybody, if I can help it. I know many relationships are severed everyday because insensitive things are often said, anger is thrust at others, and apologies aren’t given when they should be. I know, firsthand, just how hard it can be to apologize, as more and more time slips by. Either you are afraid they won’t accept it or they will make you feel even worse than you already do. It can be hard to take that leap, but so worth it and a giant relief when all is said and done.
For giant book fairs.
I attended my very first
This was just like those book fairs, back when I was in school, always held in the library. Well, it was exactly like that, only much bigger and better.
For the bookish version of my rockstar/groupie moment.
He is Canadian publishing royalty. Honestly, if I’d known who I was standing next to, when we were first introduced, I would have been a lot more intimidated.
He has published Alice Munro and a couple past Canadian prime ministers and I listened to his witty and insightful reading and then we chased him all over the place, before finding where copies of his new book were being sold. I was totally over-the-moon ;-), about his inscription in my book:
“To Kerry. From one writer to another. Best, Doug Gibson.”
“All photos taken by Glenda MacDonald)
For a relaxing lunch by the waterfront.
This began with a humorous and entertaining waiter, and it continued with some excellent discussion with my friend about writing, a cool and refreshing glass of sangria, the most delicious salad I’ve ever tasted (full of kale, walnuts, and chickpeas), and a wasp landing on me at some point during it all.
Okay, so that last one wasn’t the great part, but it’s even worse to be there with a writer who uses words like “burrowing” to describe the wasp’s movements on my skin. She can’t help it. It’s the writer in her.
For the magic of a super moon/eclipse, even if I didn’t get to see it live.
I wonder what I’ll be doing, what my life will be like, in the year 2033 – the date of the next super moon, lunar eclipse.
I know there seem to be a lot of these lately, or several variations, but the moon is endlessly fascinating and I will never grow tired of any of it. Is there anything more romantic, more inspiring, more beautiful than the moon?
I was on the eleventh floor of an apartment building, in the middle of the city of Toronto that night, but I did see a great shot on the news the next day. I am able to see the moon, in the sky, when it is full and bright enough. From everything I know about the super moon, I would definitely have seen it if I’d been in the position to look for it. On the screen I saw the bright outline and the dark centre of the eclipse. Don’t think I could see that if I were outside.
I am thankful I can see the moon at all.
Here is a post from a blogger and Fellow Canadian with some shots of the night before.
Close enough.
For an unexpected and a highly lovely dinner out with a friend.
I discovered I had some extra time, a free evening in Toronto, and decided to invite an old friend out for $5 Margarita night at
El Rincon Mexicano Restaurant.
I would happily recommend this place. We ate an authentic Mexican meal, out on their covered patio with the orange walls and sombreros.
For the ride home I nearly got to ride in style, in a Mercedes. Instead we rode, less in style and more what felt like being in a clown car or video game actually.
🙂
Fun just the same. It was one of those smart cars. Very bumpy.
My friend had a membership to one of those car sharing services, offered in big cities, for people who it makes no sense to have a vehicle of their own, but for whom a car can sometimes be necessary or simply handy to have, as an option in a pinch.
For making it home from the big city, safe and sound…eventually.
🙂
I missed my ride in Toronto. Oops. It happens.
I was supposed to have help to locate my correct bus, but I waited and waited and the guy never showed up and before I knew it, it was too late.
These situations are annoying, for sure, but they’re ones to be thankful and grateful for because they help me, force me really, to become a better and more independent traveler. I figured it out, late yes, but I got home in the end, both tired and invigorated.
For the chance to officially celebrate the birth and the arrival, of a beautiful little girl. I think it is nice to have the baby shower after the baby is a part of our lives.
She’s five months old now, but it was nice to celebrate with that little girl’s mother, their family and a few friends and I am proud to be one of them, maybe even a bit of both, in some small way.
It was just nice to fit in, to blend in, and to feel like a part of the group. I had the perfect seat, one of those high bar stools at the kitchen island. This allowed me to spin my chair around, from the kitchen to the living room, depending on where people were at the time.
I felt like just one of the gathering and I didn’t feel like I was in a place I was all that unfamiliar with. The gathering wasn’t too big or too small, but just big enough. There were snacks, punch (both with vodka and without), and ice cream cake.
For a friend I’ve known for enough time, many years, that I am just “Kerry” to her. She doesn’t treat me any different or make me feel like I don’t belong or that I am any different than anyone else. I feel at home with her and with her family.
She understands me and would defend me to most anyone, in most any situation or circumstance.
She is a mother now, but she isn’t someone who would make me feel any different because I am not one myself. I value her for all these things.
The guest of honour at this particular party wasn’t feeling very well, but part of it could have been all those different faces and voices. I understand how intimidating a group of people can be. I thought this song was an appropriate fit for her day, for the occasion.
It’s My Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To.
The shower was held on a day, most appropriately, of showers – rain showers and wind that nearly blew me over and that’s October for you.
Tomorrow Is Another Day – The Rescuers Soundtrack
Life is a journey and tomorrow is another day. I appreciate the reminders of these facts.
I was watching a documentary about Georgian times and there was a lot of talk about what it was like to be a spinster during that period.
I suppose I would be considered a spinster: over thirty, single, and childless. I can’t pretend that new babies born and weddings of those more than five years younger than me don’t make things difficult sometimes, but that’s why I am here to find the silver linings, why I am writing down my TToT, and why the following quote from The Rescuers meant so much to me on this particular week, even more than most…
Faith is a bluebird, we see from afar. It’s for real and as sure as the first evening star, you can’t touch it, or buy it, or wrap it up tight, but it’s there just the same, making things turn out right.
–Rufus the Cat.
Another one of my favourite characters from the movie, one who always reminded me of my grandfather, and wisest one of them all.
Whether it’s love, the moon, or a bluebird, I know what it’s like to believe that these things exist, even if I can’t actually see them or feel them at every moment. This is what faith is and what having faith means.
Sincerely,
Spinster at Thirty-one
Her Headache 
