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TToT: Relax! It’s Only A Cane – Daylight Savings, #10thankful

I walk around like this all the time now, trying to defuse situations where there could be some fear going on.

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I tell them they can relax, that it’s only a white cane. I won’t whack them with it, not on purpose or very hard anyway, just as long as they stay in line.

I suppose, it would have made even more sense if I’d actually been holding the object I am speaking about. I should have taken another one, one where I’m actually holding my white cane in the photo.

Ten Things of Thankful

I am thankful for this t-shirt.

Abigail Style

I like how Steph of
Bold Blind Beauty
has gone the extra mile, trying to spread the message of strength and empowerment that a lot of the slogans on the shirts, bags, and mugs she has created show the world.

I am always happy to help spread this message with Steph. I chose this shirt because I myself still battle the feelings I have about my white cane. I know how others see it, don’t always understand it, but I don’t want it to make people wary. I just want to be able to use it to see more of the world safely.

I must admit, I do enjoy its sarcastic tone though. It’s my kind of humour.

I am thankful my friend Kerra was challenged to post any 80s song, for an entire week, on Facebook and that I took on that challenge from her.

I will include, throughout this TToT post, the seven songs I chose.

Everything In My Heart

Corey Hart, 1985

I am thankful I received a payment for work I did.

I have a lot of feelings around trying to contribute, to develop a career for myself, but in the arts nothing’s a sure thing. All my insecurities about not feeling useful have followed me for years, and I know this is just one fairly small amount, but it’s a big deal to me. I wrote something and I was paid for that service I provided. I created something and I am glad it was so well received. I hope to build on this.

Never Tear Us Apart

INXS, 1987

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I am thankful for an awesome first meeting of Mya and her cousins.

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It was so sweet, the way my niece and nephew wanted to hold their new little cousin, how they doted over her and were so gentle…yet so very excited.

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He is not the youngest of the group anymore.

Mad World

Tears For Fears, 1982

I am thankful for a day to celebrate women.

People Are People

Depeche Mode, 198

This song fits the theme of the day. We are all just people, so why does misogyny continue on such a level as we currently see?

I wrote a piece, and the debate about what feminism is or isn’t or if it’s a good or a bad thing could go on forever, but I think International Women’s Day should just be a day to celebrate women and girls, and how far we’ve come, and are still going.

I am thankful for all the lessons having kidney disease has taught me in the last twenty years.

March 9th is World Kidney Day and every year I reflect on all that my journey through kidney failure taught me, the bad and less so.

I still want to write more extensively on that time in my life. I struggle to know how to go about this. I could blog about it forever, but a book is still my goal.

Now that I’m arriving at the 20 year mark, 1997 being the year I was taken off dialysis and went on to live with a working kidney once more.

World Kidney Day is to educate people on the symptoms of kidney failure, but mine was a bit of a unique case. It’s about my gratitude that I had good doctors and that a medical treatment like dialysis even exists, because without it, I don’t even like to think.

I Can’t Stand The Rain

Tina Turner, 1985

I am thankful for a chance to hold Mya while she slept.

Whenever You Need Somebody

Rick Astley, 1987

She sat and slept upright, wouldn’t straighten out any, so that’s how she stayed. I felt her steady breathing, in and out, and her faint newborn sounds. I didn’t sleep, but it was as close to a peaceful state as I have felt in a long time.

It was a feeling I never wanted to end, but eventually, the newborn must eat.

She is just so sweet though, like a little doll.

I will always be here for you Mya, whenever you need somebody, because what you’ve given me, in only the first few weeks of your life, this is impossible to calculate.

I’m thankful for more perspective on the state of racism today, with an in depth documentary that aired on TV here in Canada the other night.

One movie can’t end racism in Canada — but ‘The Skin We’re In’ will fuel the fight

Canadian journalist Desmond Cole has been an outspoken face for racial issues in our current climate. He pushes the limits, which is what good journalists do, but he has a deep personal iron in the fire that still burns, the tension that’s often revved up by events in the news, but he has experienced racism himself.

I have not dealt with racism, but I have experienced ablism. I try to understand because I know what it’s like to be judged on appearance. That’s how most people judge, on meeting someone, as the visual is the first thing most people have to go by. It’s far past the time to quit judging without hearing the individual stories first.

I am thankful for a violin lesson that focused on the art of practicing.

My teacher showed me some helpful techniques for the days I am on my own, but worrying I am setting myself back instead of making progress, by the ineffective practicing I may be doing.

CURING UNSTEADY TEMPO SYNDROME

I have felt like I am stuck, unable to overcome this hump I find myself blocked by. I needed to really and truly break down the song I’ve been playing, to strengthen the skills that most need to be strengthened.

Heart of Stone

Cher, 1989

I am thankful for a new Lindsey Stirling song.

Love’s Just A Feeling

I tried to be the teacher, showing someone the proper way to play my violin, and boy were they in trouble.

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Well, with me as the teacher anyway.

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Winter is making one last appearance. The snow is falling. I am bracing myself for the possibilities. Snow is a pain, but it really is a beautiful pain.

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Guest Blogs and Featured Spotlights, Memoir and Reflections, Shows and Events, Song Lyric Sunday

Promises Made and Promises Broken, #SongLyricSunday #TheCranberries

“Why can’t you stay here awhile
Stay here awhile
Stay with me”

—The Cranberries, Promises

The Cranberries, Collective Soul, Pinback, Jann Arden, Phil Collins, Tears For Fears, Depeche Mode, Bjork, Sarah McLachlan, Sade, Ellie Goulding, City and Colour, Lily Allen, Eminem/JZ, John Legend, Bob Seger …

Song Lyric Sunday, #SongLyricSunday

Another Sunday has come around.

What was my first concert?

Hmm.

It’s strange how my memory is blurry on this question. I don’t really know why that is.

It’s The Cranberries! It’s got to be The Cranberries!

They were my favourite band, back when I had a favourite. It was “likely” my first concert and I had a date.

Aw, how sweet. Innocence, but I would learn a lot about promises, in love mostly, soon enough.

I went on to see this band four times, if memory serves, with boyfriends, sister, friends.

Promises – The Cranberries (Live in Paris)

This song talks of vows broken. As the song’s title suggests, of broken promises.

What is a promise made, worth?

I chose it because it was the big single, that first concert experience of mine, back in 1999.

The song is indeed a powerful one. It speaks to one of the biggest battles I struggle with.

I try real hard not to judge, as I know what being judged feels like, but when it comes to love and relationships, I often wonder why?

I know life is not as simple as I’d like it to be, that a promise seems huge and binding when its a child’s promise, such as in the promise many young people make, to stay best friends forever.

That is the first lesson, that promises are only good when they are made, but don’t guarantee their continuation. They end, when feelings change, and people are left to pick up the pieces.

I hear the anger and the frustration in Dolores’s voice, when she sings

You better believe I’m coming You better believe what I say You better hold on to your promises Because you bet, you’ll get what you deserve
She’s going to leave him over She’s gonna take her love away So much for your eternal vows, well It does not matter anyway clickable

I wish every love would last, every relationship would be never-ending, but songs like this bring those realities out into the open.

Oh, all the promises we made All the meaningless and empty words I prayed, prayed, prayed
Oh, all the promises we broke All the meaningless and empty words I spoke, spoke, spoke clickable

It feels meaningless, at the time, but it’s not, none of it. But is giving up the answer, in all situations? Of course not. The hopelessness of a broken promise makes me think on how relationships flourish and how they crash and burn.

What of all the things that you taught me What of all the things that you’d say What of all your prophetic preaching You’re just throwing it all away
Maybe we should burn the house down Have ourselves another fight Leave the cobwebs in the closet Cause tearing them out is just not right clickable

They put on an excellent live show. I will never forget how their music moved through me, all around me, holding me to my seat, frozen in awe.

Of course, a live song clip here isn’t quite the same, but I love to think back on how it felt to be there.

http://www.metrolyrics.com/promises-lyrics-cranberries.html

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History, Memoir and Reflections, Shows and Events, Special Occasions, Throw-back Thursday

I’d Like To Buy The World A Coke: My Mad Men Wrap-up, Part Two

One ad in particular would be the main focal point for the conclusion of seven seasons of advertising campaigns and social unrest.

Coca-Cola

The Making of Coca-Cola’s “I’D LIKE TO BUY THE WORLD A COKE” Ad

I will admit I needed a few days to ruminate over how show creator Matthew Weiner wrapped everything up like he did.

As series finales go: I’ve seen better, I suppose, but I’ve definitely seen worse. Being unable to see the now famous smile was a big part of it. Not immediately recognizing the iconic ad to follow was another part. I would not be born for another thirteen years.

the more I thought about it, the more I thought, why not. Why wouldn’t Don find himself, after years of torment and secrets, on a hilltop california retreat?

I missed the subtle clues and hints, leading up to the end. I guess I do recall something about a Coke machine.

Mmmmm, coke.

I am several years too young to remember anything substantial about the above classic Coke ad from 1971 – and yet coke has played a big part in my own life, growing up.

I did not have a dad quite like the other dads. Mine was less a beer swigging father and more of the Coke guzzling, while watching sports kind.

The only Coke commercial I think on fondly is the one with the cute polar bears, the white ones who live in Canada’s north and like to kick back with an icy coca-cola now and again.

I remember, fondly, the sound of the polar bears, as they opened their bottles of Coke and growled with delight.

Never mind the fact that polar bears don’t drink Coke. That never mattered. This was more fun to imagine.

I remember the sound they made, as they walked – the crunch and the crispness of the snow underfoot; this, paired with the jingle of bells signified Christmas for me, as a child.

As for the original:

This 1971 coke commercial seemed to be about the end of innocence, but of the reuniting of the people. Could a soft drink really bring all kinds of people together? Just ask Don.

I didn’t want to write strictly on the characters and their story arcs because I know (like my father for instance) that not all of us watched Mad Men. I was surprised he didn’t.

This coming from the girl, me, who almost missed the Mad Men boat altogether.

I broke this review into two parts, one about the sixties and the other about a 1971 Coca cola ad, because I would hate to totally exclude any possible readers here.

I have enjoyed reading not only the reviews and interviews on such publications as the New York or Los Angeles Times, but also from my fellow bloggers.

When I came across a certain post titled It’s a Mad Mad Men World, I admit to that familiar feeling I feel when I hear a song lyric or line from somewhere, saying something I wish I myself had said.

I took the opportunity, all while still thinking up as many Mad Men puns as I possibly could, to share this blogger’s post. As I was temporarily prevented from blogging like I normally did, due to unforeseen mechanical issues, I shared her review and included a personal touch of my own:

“When people run in circles it’s a very very, mad world.”
–Tears For Fears, Mad World

Coke and Tears For Fears. These things both bring up strong waves of nostalgia for me. Mad Men could be sumed up in one word: “Nostalgic”.

Whether it be the sixties, seventies, or eighties I think we all can relate to how it feels to reflect back on our individual and our shared past.

Is Don doomed to make the same mistakes, over and over again? for that matter, are all of us?

It’s a mad world, indeed, but most things in life can be forgotten, if only we just kick back and crack open a refreshing Coca Cola now and then.

Hello Giggles – Deep Diving Into That Coke Commercial

EW – Mad Men, Coke Commercial, Series Finale

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