The view from my bedroom window, in November

Good morning all.

Grey morning,

pretty typical of November.

Grey damp and chilly,

my least favourite month,

of the year.

Sorry, this isn’t meant to be,

a whiny blog post.

I am good,

I have been busy,

work is good,

love is good.

Catherine and I,

went to see,

The French Dispatch,

the latest Wes Anderson film.

Love Wes Anderson.

I read a few really good books.

Care Of by Ivan Coyote,

Why Sinatra Matters by Pete Hamill,

both high recommends.

Been wearing more colour,

lifting my mood,

bunch of great and cheap,

Old Navy plaid shirts,

wearing red, green,

as well as blue and black.

Ru Paul’s Drag Race UK,

has been a Godsend,

humour, laughter,


affirming queerness,

loved it.

I really don’t like,

the American version,

as much,

the toxic competitiveness,

and bitchiness,

not my thing.

I love Ru Paul,

and to me the Brit version,

brings out the best,

in both sides,

of the man/drag queen.

Imho, no more, no less.

I have been thinking about,


planning, budgeting.

I won’t buy too many gifts,

people give too many presents,

too much stuff that isn’t ,

needed or wanted or useful.

So I have a limited list,

I will use a Marie Kondo,



is it useful?

is it beautiful?

Will it bring joy?

There are also the findings,

from the,

Harvard Study on Adult development,

an ongoing study,

that has been continuous,

for over 75 years.

Among other findings,

the study helps to answer,

the age old question,

does money buy,


Not really, but…

Money allows you,

to acquire 3 things,

that do make you happy:

1)experiences(from travel to classes that help you learn things, hobbies, art etc)

2) Pro Social giving(charitable donations, treating people you love, it is better to give than to receive)

3) Buying time (paying to have things done that you consider tedious which equals buying time, housecleaning, grocery delivery,snow removal, window washing etc)

Life is short,

spend it with people,

who you love,

people who love you,

do things that nourish,

your mind,

your soul,

feel useful.


when the November blues hit,

remember that Christmas is coming,

that you are loved,

that life is good.

Be well you all.

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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