Category: Niblet

On a list of 100 items, housecleaning generally ranks about #101.

There are three types of older people in the world: those who are patient because nothing really matters to them any more, those who are impatient because they have so much to do that they are afraid they won’t finish it all, and those who are impatient because they can no longer do most or all of what they could previously do. I fall into the second class out of fear I might someday belong to the third class.

“Communicating with Host,” the machine read, after it had finished topping up my laundry card. I wonder what sort of heavenly pathway it had that I didn’t know about.

When a man is to be hanged, it will clarify his mind wonderfully. Thus spake the great Cham himself, Dr. Samuel Johnson. Does the same hold true for a man who’s going to have the life slowly squeezed out of him, over a period of a decade or so, by a slow, lingering disease?

The more time I spend involved with theatre, the more I’m convinced that it is in many ways akin to cooking: add a little bit of this, a wee tad of that, stir lightly. . .

Far from being luxuries–nice things to have but not really essential–the arts are the glue that holds all societies together. The arts and artists must be nurtured and protected at all costs.

Camping, for me, is staying in a three-star hotel with an unheated outdoor pool and a good view of the woods.

Life for me is a more or less constant battle between a martial artist and Mackenzie King. I’d like to think that the martial artist is in the ascendancy most of the time–but one never knows.

I’m too young to play golf. Maybe when I’m 83. . .

It’s OK to be into televised sports, but when you find yourself watching a post-game analysis of bowling, it may be time to take a closer look at your overall priorities in life.