I could say that we are so old now , that we have the original copy of the ten commandments,
that we are so old now , that our back goes out more often than we do.
I might also say our idea of an “all nighter” is not having to get up to pee .
And I most certainly could mention that our get up and go has got up and gone
I was taught to respect elders ….
So instead, let us step back in time just for a moment:
It was the best of times it was the worst of times …
It was ….the 1980’s…
When we all shared a house in Ottawa while working/studying.
A cast of many who shared a cold—-old—– three-story house with pink walls and an impressive hole under the kitchen sink.
No heat to speak of—– a permanent oil-leak smell—–one bathroom / no shower—-
Gawd!!!! How we loved that place!
A revolving door of musicians— photographers—- painters—– poets—- travelers—-adventurers—–early environmentalists—– scholars—– and if I may use the word “loosely”—- intellectuals and sometimes questionable couch surfers where the main characters remained; A, M, J and myself.
Our address ; 571 O’Connor Street was in the Glebe in Ottawa long before it was “fashionable ” to live in the Glebe. It was dubbed the “571 Republic ” and a true Republic it was!
It is you ladies who ” moved” me ………..
one of you actually owned a car.
It was there that I was ” protected ” ……..
Or at least I was that one time when one of you was the only one brave enough to kill a rat that had terrorized some of us for days !
And… It was there that we all were ……….“taught” ………..
To drink .
We got interested in “collecting” ………
Empty Bottles of wine under the side board.
It is also because of that time in my life that I know there are little “sit” bones in my butt because I learned to ride a horse .
You also tried to teach me to drive a standard car but ….through no fault of yours I proved to be a very lazy student and to this day I can only drive an automatic.
We were always up for…… a fun night—– a celebration—— a cause—- a fund-raiser —– a road trip —– a night dancing——,
We collected people……. like other people collected sea shells or stamps . We found something interesting in everyone . We were fiercely proud of being women!
I distinctly remember having a sign on our refrigerator that read “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle”
Since then of course….. we have all found our “special” bicycles, raised children, and grown in to “usually” responsible grown-ups however I know our minds often wander back to the Republic days…and no wonder….it was such a special time.
There’s a lot of the younger us in the older us and thank the stars !
We’ve come a long way baby!
Here’s to being roomies in the here after…