Happy Unimaginative, Consumer-Orientated, and Entirely Arbitrary, Manipulative and Shallow Interpretation of Romance Day!

My first Valentine`s Day since my divorce, so needless to say not the day I am most looking forward to.  It seems that lately I have been inundated with links and article on what the divorced women should do on Valentine’s Day.  I guess once Facebook knows your divorced (change in status from married àseparated àdivorced àsingle), than the whole internet universe knows.

According to the majority of these enlightened souls, here is a short list of what I should be doing today:

• ·         Get a massage, manicure, pedicure...  really, sit in that salon while so 20-something perky thing ask you “so what are you doing for Valentine’s Day” and then proceeds to talk about the love of her life and their plans.... great...
• ·         Go hear some live music...  sitting alone in a bar on V-day.  Hmmm... don’t think so.
• ·         Buy  yourself some flowers... dead foliage, I think not.

So, I don’t think any of these will be on my agenda.  I have decided to look at V-day as any other holiday that doesn’t apply to me.  I am not a mother, so I don’t expect breakfast in bed on Mothers Day.  I am not American, so no fireworks on the forth of July... you get the point.

Why make the day have more power than it actually has.  It’s just another day and just think, it’s only another week until National Pancake Day!!!!

Always Put Off Until Tomorrow...

"Pick the day.  Enjoy it - to the hilt.  The day as it comes.  People as they come... The past, I think,  has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future." Audrey Hepburn







There is laundry to be done.  There are boxes to be unpacked.  There are pictures to be hung. There is a house that calls to be spic'd and span'd.

You're getting the idea, right.

There are a million little (and big) things that need to done around the house, but there is a problem.  It is a beautiful day outside.  It's hovering around 0 degrees Celsius outside with a few little flurries floating out of the sky.  There is no wind and the ground is covered in a pristine coat of freshly fallen snow.  It is almost surreal.





I have to go for a walk in the park.  Bowring Park in St. John's, Newfoundland to be exact.  I do not have a choice, it is calling to me and there is not a chore in this house that cannot wait until another day.  Now, I have what some have called OCD lite... there are things in my home that need to be "just so", but some compulsions are stronger than others.  Today is such a day.


I noticed this "perfect day" compulsion early on in my first days here on the island.  I think it comes from the idea that there will be other days, less perfect days, downright miserable days that will be ideal for the mundane details of housework, laundry and unpacking.








How could I miss this...