Life Lessons With Gramma C.

I wasn’t exactly intending to start this tonight, but I seem to have been carried away with the blog tide. It was easy enough to set up, the hard part will be writing every day. When I get home from work I just want to veg.
Work is being a library technician at George Brown College in the ESL department. I enjoy it when I get there and the students are great, but I have at least a one hour commute, sometimes up to 2 hours, which is the pits!!

Maybe I could start a book on the manners and lack of seen in the commuter crowd. From the couple making out, to the drunk yelling at everyone, to the girl on her cel phone letting the world in on her private conversation. People use transit as their kitchen, make up room, lounge and everything in between. I find it amazing that people will not look at you or talk to you since you’re a stranger (this is downtown Toronto after all), yet they are sitting so close that you could be joined at the thigh to the person beside you.

Anyway, so much for my reasons to be too tired to write. If I could only turn my brain off, because my body wants to go to bed (after all, it’s 55 years old), but my mind still thinks it’s 25 and keeps coming up with neat ideas for things to do and learn. How do I manage to keep up with myself? It’s like when you get older, but you’re still a kid inside and feel like doing a sommersault. If you follow through, you will end up in pain lying on the grass - I speak from experience.

So this blog will follow Mrs C. in her quest to keep up with a motivated mind that always wants to learn about everything. ( Working in a library for me is like a kid in a candy store - at least I’m a speed reader.)