Archive for January, 2008
On Buys
Where were you during the great stock market meltdown of ’08? If you’re anything like me you conveniently lost your account login information and stayed away from financial websites and news.
I read somewhere recently that we as human beings need four things in life; a stable job, a stable house, a stable relationship and a stable stock market. And if something goes wrong with one, the rest will follow suit. Of course the author tacked on the fourth to make a point, but I’m still waiting for the rest of my life to crumble.
We had another beautiful day in the city, everyone seems nicer – I even got a hello from the eccentric old man who has never spoken to me in the two years that we’ve been passing each other on the street.
I went into Birks today to look at watches. I want a chronograph; I stand there for almost an hour while Betty tries to sell me an eight thousand dollar 18KT gold automatic ‘time piece’. The last time I was down this road I ended up with an expensive Cartier watch which I end up telling people is fake.
I don’t know what it is with me and these places; last week I went into the Perfume Shoppe, the very charming and attentive Nazrin and I spoke at length like long lost friends, she told me she too was born in Africa and I came away with Cashmere by Sussane Lang because it supposedly suits my personality.
It’s like a little attention and a cup of tea in some instances and I’m buying things I don’t need with money I don’t have
I was tempted to go into Chanel this afternoon – just for a looksy but I was afraid of what I’d end up coming out with; also, I tend to have these instant buyers remorse that sends me into despair.
You really can’t take me anywhere.
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Cleaning House
Twenty four days into the New Year and I’m still holding on to those resolutions. It’s still early enough for optimism to prevail.
2008 has been laid back and mellow so far. I’ve started my beginning-of-year cleanse, I’m using Wholy Tea this time. It promises to transform me into my dream me. I can’t wait.
Ideally I’d have preferred to be indoors for the duration of my cleanse, that way it’ll be more spectacular when I emerge a magical healthier version of myself.
But hence I have work and a life in the outside world.
The tea itself isn’t that bad, in fact it tastes just like water. The box claims it tastes amazing! I was a little sceptic at first because going by my mother’s logic I figured it probably wouldn’t work if it doesn’t taste horrible.
I haven’t seen any great changes, but I’ve been feeling good lately. I’m more energetic; I sleep better and of course poop better. I don’t even know if this has anything to do with the tea but it’s easy, I actually enjoy it so I guess I’ll keep on drinking it.
While jogging last night; I heard the instructor of the outdoor fitness class say “Now let’s take a sip of that refreshing water, hmmmm…. yummy!” I found it a little amusing and condescending at the same time.
Maame
Today is the anniversary of my grandmother’s death.
I was exactly seven years, six months and twenty eight days old when my grandmother died.
My mom has told it a million times – how she came to find out. My father probably not wanting to deal with having to comfort her said my grandmother had been in an accident and my mom had to go to her. She recalls in disappointing tones how death was the farthest thing on her mind through the two hour journey to my grandmother’s home.
Family members had converged at the house; the women started crying when they saw her and that’s how she knew. She doesn’t remember passing out but remembers my brother Joe who was a little over a year then, slip from her arms.
Stories and memories of my grandmother has taken a mythical place in my life, She has somehow become a role model and iconic figure in my life, she’s up there with the saints and superheroes. She has an awe inspiring life story of fairy tale proportions.
My grandmother at a young age was forced to marry a much older man. In those days when women resigned to their fate, prayed and made the best of things; my grandmother found the courage to flee her unhappy marriage.
She’d go on to make something of herself. She built a business, a house and invested in stocks.
She never remarried though she had a gentleman companion. She lived a great social life.
My grandmother is one of those people you’d refer to as a good Christian woman and have it mean something. She was principled, kind, generous and loving – all who knew her loved her.
She left a great legacy
My great aunt Felicia (my grandmother’s sister) once told me that my grandmother lived a lifetime for all of us.
I’m so proud to have come from her house, proud that a woman like her came before me.
She was a feminist even before the word meant something.
She blazed the trails so that I never have to settle.
It hurts me that I never really knew her and I wish more people had.
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