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discovering Facebook Messenger

Starting with the big news – Michael Cohen’s conviction. Sing, Mike, sing! Nail the giant orange blowhole. Though I wonder with what’s going on everywhere else – Brazil, Britain, Ontario, Italy, Hungary et al – will it make any difference? What has happened to our world?! The revenge of the angry white man. Lynn Skyped today from Montpellier, livid at the gilets jaunes, who have paralyzed cities and shops before Xmas, putting lots of people out of work. “We have free education and wonderful health care,” she said, “but it’s not enough for them.”

Major discovery today: Someone sent me a message on FB Messenger, so I replied, and then saw to my amazement that there were all kinds of messages on the left side of the screen. I started scrolling, and realized that they went back to 2008 or so, the year I joined FB! I didn’t realize you should check Messenger regularly. People wrote nice notes about liking my books; one woman loved “So True” and wrote offering me a print of an old typewriter; several people wrote after pieces of mine appeared on CBC radio, asking if I was the Beth Kaplan they’d known in the past. I was mortified to realize I’d ignored them all.

So I wrote back to a few, wondering if they’d reply even after years, and one did immediately, a schoolmate from Grades 7- 9 in Halifax, and another a friend from New Brunswick. Crazy.

Yet another way to pass the time. I was about to write “waste time” but changed it. It’s so much fun.

Nearly had a meltdown today. Poor JM brings up some new issue or expense and watches my face turn purple with stress. Today the electrician came and told us changing the panel and the new wiring would cost $8000. This is not even an item on the budget; we both forgot changing the wiring would be necessary. These are the kinds of things that turn my face puce. It’s terrifying.

However. It’s happening. And once it’s done, if I survive, it’ll all have been worth it. Already there’s much more light pouring into the second floor because of the third floor barriers we’ve removed. But still, it looks pretty dreadful.

The view from my bedroom of the rest of the second floor and the stairs to the third. The skeleton of my house.

But on the plus side, there’s this – Eli’s Christmas concert yesterday. Just look at that multicoloured band of Grade One’s. He’s the fourth from the left in the back row – very serious. Looking, once more, exactly like my father as a boy.

Tomorrow JM and I go to look at second-hand light fixtures. Life is full of excitement. Oh, and best of all – I’ve booked a massage tomorrow at 3. I may just stay there until February.



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