No resolutions in January. Theme of 2026? Scholarship

No resolutions in January. Theme of 2026? Scholarship


Ganked from Austin Kleon

One of the creators whose content I adore is by the writer/artist Austin Kleon[1]. He posted the gem above last week and it blew my mind. It just is an absolutely sensical way to go gently into the new year. It also gives people (especially parents who need to start school/activities again and get back on schedule!) a wee break and time to consider what they want to focus on in the new year after the chaos of the holidays. Also, if I remember correctly, there is often a steep drop-off in interest after the first month for the more popular resolutions, which may make it easier to stick to if you aren’t elbow-to-elbow with people at the gym or if you can get into the classes you’d like to take.

Also, check out how February lines up into four perfect weeks:


Starts on Sunday and ends on Sunday. Perfection!

You say there’s gonna be a resolution, weh-hell, you know…

I don’t really have a resolution set for 2026. I do have a theme though, and that is the theme of scholarship. Basically, I want to do a deep dive into a variety of topics that I have always meant to learn more about.

After a year of re-calibrating the brain meats by staying off most social media (or social media, mostly – as it were) I realize that most of my problems stemmed from the fact that I’d find myself in a comment spiral. I was addicted to the conversations on social media which gave me a hollowed out version of two things I love: being social and debating. I would get dopamine hits from having rousing debates with friends online – especially during the years when my kids were young and I couldn’t get out as much. But I also came to terms with the fact that it also brought too many negatives: arguments between friends-of-friends, the nonstop highlight reel of negativity, the hours I spent glued to a platform that was serving up less content that I wanted to see and more slop and ads.

I read a lot in 2025 and now in 2026 I want to hone in and learn more about *specific* topics. Delving into Celtic history is high on that list. I also want to continue to work on my drawing and watercolour skills, which I think is just me doing more practice. Part of this is also setting up a well-lit workspace to be able to work in which is separate from my computer space in the shared office. I want to reduce the friction of working on my analog projects and increase the friction of just flopping down and reading/watching internet content all day.

Of course, I really ramped up the social events in 2025 and I plan to absolutely continue that into 2026.

Budgety

It feels weird to just…coast? To not have any financial goals or to have to think about money?

Mr. Tucker and I sat down and discussed how weird it was to have achieved everything we set out to achieve: our house & our car are paid, the kids have enough in their RESPs to each do a 4 year undergraduate degree, we have savings and investments, we’ve pre-planned our funerals, we gave my stepson some money to help him get his financial house in order as he turns 30 this month, and we basically are content with what we have. So what next?

We decided to use the money from Mr. Tucker’s work to save up for a cruise around the world. Of course, it wouldn’t happen until The Youngest is 18 and off to post-secondary, which gives us two years to save and figure out a game plan. We also would probably only want to leave for 4 months or less because that’s as much time as I can see me being away from home. We’ve only done a couple of 1 month trips so it would be a big leap for us. So essentially, the plan is to see the world over a few years – in 4 month increments at a time.

Milestones

It is a big year for our entire family:
My Stepson turns 30
The Eldest turns 18
The Youngest turns 16
Mr. Tucker and I will celebrate our 20 year wedding anniversary

I suspect we will spend a lot of our time celebrating our children and not celebrating our anniversary but that’s ok. We celebrate our marriage every day, really. But our kids will only get these big milestones once. My Stepson will be moving in with his girlfriend and opening a new restaurant, The Eldest is graduating high school and off to university in the fall, and The Youngest will be celebrating her Sweet 16 and getting her driver’s license in the spring. So it will be a busy year full of life events. I am excited.

I guess that is part of the reason why I am not really leaning into a lot of personal change right now: because life will be full of changes this year anyway. To be honest, I am so proud of all of our children and what amazing people they are that even though I am a bit sad and nostalgic, I am glad they are growing up and starting to live their own lives, seperate from us. This is, after all, the goal of successful parenting.

[1] I won’t ever spend money on Substack because they a> platform nazis, b> their payment tiers are ridiculous, c> no social media company is gonna save us – and have we not learned this lesson? But if you don’t have the same reservations, then I highly recommend his content! Also, you can just do what I did and buy his books. Here is a handy dandy link to his stuff on Bookshop.org.

Reflections on 2025

Reflections on 2025


Happy Thule rack season to all who celebrate!

Last year I did do some goal setting so I supposed I should follow up on those before I speak about what is in store for 2026.

The condo and work: we said goodbye to our tenant in August (he paid up until the end of his lease) and then sold the condo 9 days after his lease expired. We then bought some new real estate which we will pay for (interest-free!) until November of this year.

Mr. Tucker lost another coworker to restructuring last month, which is infuriating but the writing is on the wall for this company, it seems. He continues to stick it out until the bitter end. With the condo gone, and our savings/emergency/retirement accounts at a good amount, we are less concerned about what the future holds.

Personal Renaissance (formerly known as the mid-life crisis): My medication is still helping me exponentially but I can see myself switching it up, maybe later this year. I still have continued to spend more on personal care than I ever have in my entire life but you know what? It’s nice! My skin and nails feel so much nicer and I like how much I have changed in the last year.

In July I had this reoccurring stomach pain that I just couldn’t shake. One day at the beginning of August I got up and showered and it made me so tired and weak that I found myself in the emergency room. As it turns out, I had kidney stones blocking my ureter and my kidney was mondo inflamed. I got there at noon (I had a fever of 107F!), saw a doctor by 1:30pm, had a CT scan at 2pm, saw the Urologist by 2:30pm and was in surgery for a stent at 3:30pm. The Urologist told me that had the stones actually managed to lodge themselves in my ureter and scrape the sides, I probably would have had full body sepsis. So they put in a stent and kept me in the hospital for FIVE days as they tried to get the fever down. Once they cultured and figured out what bacteria I had, they could target it with specific antibiotics. Meanwhile, I lay in bed covered in ice packs and the only thing that would even touch my fever was 1000mg of Tylenol (why they don’t just say 1g, I will never know). It was a weird time as I was never truly awake or asleep. I think it was also scary to think that it took so long to fight the infection. It was a real wake-up call for me as I came to terms with the fact that as a person turning 50 that year, my body would take a lot longer to heal. I am still reckoning with that knowledge. At any rate, all is well that ends well and once the infection cleared, I had another procedure to break up and remove the stones and I go back this month for another CT scan to make sure all is clear.

Just as a side note, I have often heard of folks saying kidney stones were the worst pain they’ve ever had. But honestly, pre-hysterectomy (warning: graphic descriptions of a medical procedure) I lived through hellacious pain every month for 2-3 days where sometimes I barely could get out of bed. Compared to menstrual cramps, kidney stones were a walk in the park. I think this is also why I didn’t think they were kidney stones? Because the pain was at a level I had considered manageable comparatively, it just didn’t track in my head as a possibility.

This year I also turned 50 and threw myself a banger of a party!

Budgety 2025
: What no one really talks about is how just out of sorts you feel when you’ve achieved all of your goals. I have spent most of my life setting goals, vacillating in and out of the spend/save cycle and managing finances that when we finally “made it,” all I could think of was, “well what now?” I still look in our accounts periodically as a metaphorical way of pinching myself to make sure that yes, we really do have savings and investments and I didn’t just dream it. Even if we didn’t save another penny we could just coast to 65 and have enough to support our simple little life.

I will pay the last instalment on The Youngest’s RESP this month to get the maximum grant from the government, so that is a line item off of our budget.

We also paid for The Youngest to get her CASI Level 1 training to become a snowboard instructor, which she passed! She has also been hired by a local company to teach snowboarding one day a week.

The Eldest passed her driving test and can now drive on her own – a fact that she is taking full advantage of! Her insurance as third driver is more than the insurance for both Mr. Tucker *and* I! I only make her pay $30 a month though, mostly to get her used to paying a bill. She also pays her own gas.

The Eldest also got into university and will be heading off to a co-op program in the fall – and she will be staying in residence. Mr. Tucker and I are shocked at how hard this has hit us even though we were the ones who encouraged her to go to residence for the first year! I feel like the kids who lived through Covid probably use the boost of living on campus and managing their lives. So even though she could live at home, I think she will benefit hugely from having the full university experience.

You have to kick at the darkness… Man, what a year politically, eh? I have to say: giving up facebook[1] and instagram is the gift that keeps on giving. I have no regrets about leaving social media at all. I am as informed and as outraged as I want to be, thanks – and in fact, being less informed and less outraged would be even better but WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY, I guess.

I managed to do more trivia nights and more craft nights with friends. We played cards more as a family after dinner and I read more books than I have in a long time. I took an art class and liked it a lot and we did a bunch of one-off, learn-a-new-craft evenings various art businesses in the area. We saw friends for dinner – some friends we hadn’t even seen in years (& it is definitely something I want to do more of!). Also, since 3 people in my friend’s group turned 50 there were also more parties this year – and I am not mad about it! I just did more *social* stuff in general this year and plan to continue this trend into 2026.

Overall it feels like our kids are old enough and mature enough now that we can bring back some more social events into our lives, it’s a giant sigh of relief as we feel like we have more breathing room and more space to pay attention to our friends – and even work on building new friendships. Also, one of my oldest and dearest friends is moving here from the US and the start of 2026 is going to focus a lot on getting her set up and feeling loved and supported in her new home.

I guess the next post will be more about what my goals are for 2026!

[1] I still have an account as I do like having access to community groups, Buy Nothing groups and Marketplace but I legit check it for 5 minutes and my main feed is all slop so nothing encourages me to be there.

The consumption ritual

The consumption ritual


Where those hauls end up

“You’re scrolling. Your thumb stops on a woman with forty-two Stanley cups arranged by color on custom shelving like a shrine. A $45 tumbler, designed to be reusable, purchased forty-two times because hydration became an aesthetic. You keep scrolling.

A cooking creator wraps a five-pound block of cheese in bacon, deep-fries it, takes one bite. The rest goes in the trash. Everyone knows. He knows we know. You keep scrolling.

The phone in your hand like a rosary. The altar of the algorithm. An ad every third video like a tithe.

The Labubu dolls. The Temu hauls. The Shein hauls. Twenty-five items of clothing for $57. Clothes so cheap they’re not meant to survive a washing machine.

Your ring camera blinks. A package on the porch. There’s a smudge on the lens, or maybe it’s raining. You don’t remember ordering anything.

Something is wrong. We can feel it.”

Jermaine Fowler for The Humanity Archive

Yuletide & Gregorian new year

Yuletide & Gregorian new year

Yet another Yule has come and gone. In November, I generally wrap up all of the gift-buying I need to do, head to a local greenhouse for evergreens to decorate our home and so I start December being able to focus on friends and family events. Besides, it is our family’s favourite time of year: Advent calendar season! My kids prefer microdosing Christmas with Advent calendars rather than getting big gifts on Christmas morning, so we put a lot of energy into that.

After a lacklustre experience with expensive store-bought calendars, Mr. Tucker and I started making our own last year and the kids LOVE them. The days are mixed up with more expensive treats (ie: a locally made jewellery tray) interspersed with less expensive things (bulk purchased face masks) and every day is a surprise – often to me, too, as I always forget what I’ve put in there! We also do the used book calendars for all four of us – keeping what looks interesting and then returning the rest to the used book store. This year I also nabbed a chocolate calendar from Ikea which was fun but I think next year I may opt for one from an actual chocolatier so that there is less marzipan (we all loathe marzipan).

The first weekend of December found me heading up to Almonte for their Light Up the Night event. My friend’s husband said it best, “It’s a family event that is cheesy in all the right ways!” We headed up to my friend Katherine’s place and nabbed a Swiss Chalet Festive Feast for dinner (a Canadian classic!) before heading downtown. It was actually a pretty lovely evening hosted by Wayne Rostad (I didn’t even know he was still alive) who opened with his song, “Christmas in the Valley” (which I had also somehow erased from my memory!). Almonte is a lovely little town that is famous for being Christmastown, USA in many Hallmark films.

The weekend was also slam-packed because I ended up taking two lovely craft classes with my friend, Kri. On the Saturday we made our own wreaths as a fundraiser for a local charity. On the Sunday, we headed to a local pottery studio with our daughters to create our own gingerbread house votive holders out of clay. Both were amazing days with friends and a great way to kick off the holiday season.

The second weekend of December found The Youngest kickstarting the snowboard season with a trip to Mont Blanc for some training. It was also the weekend to bake cupcakes for The Mission for their Christmas dinner on Sunday night. Locals sign up to bake approximately 3000 cupcakes every year and we’ve contributed for many years now. During the week was The Eldest’s winter band concert featuring such timeless winter classics as “Sharp Dressed Man” by ZZ Top and Camila Cabello’s “Havana”(WHAT?). The next day was my actual birthday so we went to AYCE Sushi with the kids as it’s their favourite (and I had already had my party the month before).

The third weekend had The Youngest take her three-day course to become a snowboarding instructor – she passed the teaching, but failed the riding. She will do a retest day soon. The Eldest had to also take a tethering training course as she is volunteering this year with Canadian Adaptive Snowsports (CADS) as a ski instructor. I also made a bunch of cookies for the kids to give away to friends. I made: chocolate chai, peppermint, London fog with white chocolate, pistachio, chocolate espresso swirl, and Skor chip.

We also hosted our yearly Winter Solstice party where we did collage bookmarks as a craft and tossed our wishes for the upcoming year into the fire. Winter Solstice is one of my favourite days of the year that I get to spend with some of my favourite people. It was an absolutely wonderful night full of food, friends, warmth…and a nice sprinkling of sparkling wine with a shot of summer fruit-infused brandy. I love that my children and my friend’s children all lean into how special Solstice is.

Of course, heading into the forth weekend, we hit Christmas proper en passant. For Réveillion we have my Dad and his partner over along with my cousin and his partner. We keep it simple, usually ordering Chinese food and laughing over drinks. Unfortunately, people are onto us and are also ordering Chinese food on Christmas Eve so it was a two hour wait. Next year I think I will just do a bucket of chicken or maybe just go with the more traditional Tourtière. In our efforts to uncomplicate family hangouts we have inadvertently made the food portion take too long. It was fine, we exchanged gifts, told stories and laughed but the lack of food had us in our cups way too early (lesson learned!).

Christmas morning saw Mr. Tucker and I get up early, make a fire, light the tree and enjoy a quiet morning with our mugs of coffee while our teenagers slept. We finally got them up around 10:30am and they got to open their gifts. Now, The Youngest only wanted ONE thing for Christmas and OF COURSE they don’t ship to Canada (they used to but with the tariffs everything became so complicated that they stopped). BUT one of my oldest friends, ShanBoo was coming up from Connecticut for Christmas to visit her parents. So on the 23rd, her, her husband, their tween and two dogs drove north in a snowstorm for 12 hours delivering Santa’s good cheer. So on Christmas Eve we drove to her parent’s place (bearing gifts of scones because they deserve it!) to pick it up. The Youngest was so sure that we couldn’t make it happen that she was over-the-moon (the Crooked Moon, in fact) to discover that Santa had pulled a miracle out of his butt and delivered the RPG she coveted. We spent the rest of the day eating leftover Chinese food and reading books. Since we made the decision to not do a huge family Christmas anymore and instead just hang out just the four of us it has really brought back my love of the day.

On Boxing day, the Stepson and his girlfriend came over for our little Christmas get-together. Every year Mr. Tucker and the Stepson cook a special meal together on Boxing Day and we drink way too much wine and catch up. I had bought them some liquor and wine from my trip to Prince Edward County in November (which I haven’t written about but I should!), including a lovely strawberry vodka and a red sparkling wine. While the men cooked, the kids, his girlfriend Kim and I all played Euchre. They also brought caviar but it was a HARD PASS for me as it’s not my cup of tea.

The forth weekend saw us heading out to a hockey game and starting to settle in to the Twixmas season of nothing days. I, personally, needed a recovery from all of the heavy food and wine as I had been mostly eating chocolate, meat and cheese. So I have been spending a lot of time by the fire, drinking tea and reading books (I have many library books out – as usual!).

Of course, everything came to a head on New Year’s Eve. Mr. Tucker and I headed out to the produce store to load up with fresh fruit and veggies so that we’d start the new year off right. Then I took a nap (I am 50! I can’t stay up until midnight without a nap!) before we headed out to our friends – The Shelidans – place for a trivia-themed party! It was an incredible night and I had a wonderful time. I met some new people and joined their team (which gave us +25 stranger points!). The team was so well rounded with everyone knowing almost all of the questions. In the end – WE WON! Even without the stranger bonus we won by 4.5 points so I am not mad about it! I think it helped that I was sober because some of the rounds went super quick. It was so well organized, everyone was lovely and it was the perfect way to ring in the new year.

New Year’s Day and we were just lazy. Today I booked Mr. Tucker and I in for massages (to start the new year off right!) and tonight will be – you guessed it – fire, tea and books. I am, afterall, predictable. I will at some point do a review of the past year and discuss the year ahead but for now I am just going to chill out, eat some vegetables and catch up on some reading.

It’s my party and I can plan it if I want to

It’s my party and I can plan it if I want to

This year marks my 50th trip around the sun. It’s a milestone birthday for most people in general but in January it will be 8 years since I got diagnosed with PLS, so it’s a little more special to me. Since PLS is a disease of exclusion, one of the things they can’t exclude is ALS. So for people like me, they are given a temporary diagnosis of PLS until a> they can confirm lower motor neuron involvement; or b> you get past the 5-7 year mark where they are more confident that it is PLS[1]. So like I said: a milestone.

So for my 50th birthday I wanted to have a BIG party and I wanted to invite all of the amazing friends & family who have supported me over the past 8 years. I wanted to rent a venue, have it catered, get the world’s most delicious donuts instead of cake, and hang out with lovely folks.

And I got my wish. I got my wish because I planned the entire goddamn thing myself!

Now, when folks learned that I was turning 50 this year, so many of them asked me, “Is Mr. Tucker planning anything for your big day?” It’s a natural thing to ask given that the expectation is that for special milestone events someone is supposed to plan it for you and if at all possible, it should be a surprise. But I have always felt that this expectation doesn’t play to people’s strengths and at best leads to disappointment and at worst, anger and resentment.

Mr. Tucker is a lot of things: a wonderful husband and father, to be sure. He cooks almost all of our meals. He will run errands. He will wash, fold and put away all of the laundry. He is a man who will not leave a kitchen dirty overnight and he always makes sure the coffee is set up for the next morning. He will see that the floors are covered with dog hair and will just vacuum them. He even gave me the loveliest (and unexpected) Eiffel Tower proposal[2]. But I will tell you what he is bad at: finances and planning. Those are my wheelhouse.

I have long believed that the road to relationship ruin is paved with unfair expectations (usually promoted by some cultural trope we should have long left in the dust). I know that Mr. Tucker is wonderful in many ways. I also know that he is absolutely shit at party planning. Had we gone along with the expectation that if he rEaLlY lOvEd Me he’d plan a banger of a birthday bash, we both would have been left miserable and disappointed. Why would I do that to both of us when I could just…plan the party I wanted, get exactly what I wanted and then if things fell apart, I’d only have myself to blame?

So that’s what I did!

My Dad booked the venue for me because he is a member of the club where we held it and he got a deal on the location.

My stepson is a chef and he catered the entire party full of new recipes he was trying.

I ordered donuts AND I booked a photobooth with the idea that I would put together a book for myself to remind me of the night. People got the photos sent to their phones in real time, which was also a fun thing for them to have.

Mr. Tucker picked up the decorations, the plates/cutlery (compostable) and did all of the tech support for the music, lights and microphone.

To get the various folks in my life out of their shells and mingling with each other, I created a HUMAN SCAVENGER HUNT. The key was that you had to answer with someone who you don’t know and that you couldn’t put down the same name twice. It was full of questions such as:
– Find the person who travelled the furthest to be here
– Find someone who has worked with me
– Find someone who works in the same field as you
– Find someone I went to high school with
– Find someone who works as a lawyer (ok, I know a lot of lawyers – sue me, I am covered!)
– I have travelled to over 25 countries. Find someone who has travelled to more.
Honestly, the game was an absolute riot! Some friends dove right in and embraced it while others were way too apprehensive but were still approached by others. I offered four prizes (done by draw) and I would 100% do this game again.

About 80 people came and it filled my heart to see all of these amazing folks in the same room together. It’s also a bit of a downside because I couldn’t speak to people as much as I wanted but I knew that would be one of the trade-offs for having a large event.

All in all, the party took me two days to recover from because it left me so exhausted (motor neurons being easily frazzled after all). But it was 100% worth it. As a bonus, one of my oldest and dearest friends flew in from Pittsburgh for the weekend and we got to spend a ton of time together. So many people travelled a distance to come to the party in general that it made me feel amazing to have such great friends.

Overall, I got exactly what I wanted, my marriage stayed intact and I look forward to not planning another large event for another 10 years!

In the esteemed words of Fleetwood Mac: you can go your own way![3]

[1] ”But…but…but I once heard of someone getting diagnosed after 20 years! You could get diagnosed at any time!” Sure, there are always going to be outliers who buck the trend. Also, of course, no one can name this person but they’ve HEARD online it so it must be true. This is why I have generally why I don’t go into online support communities: it’s rife with drama and low quality info.

[2] It was such a shocker to me that tbqh it’s probably a get-out-of-jail-free card for the rest of his life. I am difficult to surprise.

[3] OFC this was also on my playlist!

Christmas gifting rules

Christmas gifting rules

A relative used to say this all of the time when I was growing up. She didn’t invent it, I don’t know where she originally got it from but it’s guided my gift-giving habits. I thought it may be useful for you as well:

Something they want,
Something they need,
Something to wear,
something to read.

Hope that helps. Stay sane out there!

The Big Dirt Nap

The Big Dirt Nap


“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a burial plot.” – Me, with apologies to Jane Austen

Once the dust had settled on the condo closing we turned our attention to other things. The priority – since our life circumstances had changed – was to update our wills to reflect the fact that we no longer owned Balconville. We also needed to update the executors and since The Eldest turns 18 in March, we wanted something that would acknowledge that she will be a legal adult. The next priority? Pre-planning our funerals.

I guess I am a pragmatic person and while I do have a lot of superstitious thoughts rolling around my head (“Great! Watch us now die in a fiery wreck on our way home!”) my more practical inclinations tend to win out. My logic here was to prevent the kids from having to scramble to make arrangements for us under duress. If we pre-planned and pre-paid, then the kids would know down to the letter what our wishes are. Our final gift to them would be removing that burden. This way, the choices were already made and they just have to show up to the celebration of life with some sandwiches.

Location, location, location!
I used to imagine that I would be buried alongside my maternal line in the east end of the city. It is an old cemetery full of history and many of my family members are buried there, including my grandmother who I was incredibly close to. But when I sat down and thought about it, since I am estranged from that side of the family it made more sense to create new traditions and let the past be the past. Also, it is a Catholic cemetery and while I was raised in that faith, Mr. Tucker was raised in the United church and while he didn’t care either way (“Why would I care! I’ll be dead!”) it felt weird to me to make him go to a place that reflected more of my history than it did our shared life together. So, Mr. Tucker and I made the decision to strike out on our own and choose our final resting place to reflect the area we spent most of our lives in. We ended up choosing a place closer to our home, in a nondenominational cemetery.

Both Mr. Tucker’s parents and my patrilineal side have plots (at what once was…) out of town, on the edge of the city. It is also nondenominational (scandalously – my father’s parents were of different faiths, so when they got married only one Catholic priest in the city would agree to marry them!) but alas, it is way too far out of town. It’s also a super inconvenient spot to get to and quite frankly, should the kids end up moving out of the city I want them to be able to come back and visit our graves close to the area they grew up in. They may not even visit our graves but I still wanted to make it as convenient as possible. Conversely, I have a friend who bought plots in the country, nearby to where her father grew up because the area is important to her. We all have a different thought process for our final resting place and there are no wrong answers.

The process
To be fair, neither of us have ever planned a funeral or purchased a plot before so when I reached out to the Remembrance Service company, we agreed to meet up to discuss. There is a lot that goes into planning your BIG DIRT NAP but most falls into two categories: the arrangements and the plot itself. Both can be as simple as you’d like or as complex as you’d like depending on your personal tastes and your budget.

We met up on a weekday to discuss our plans with a Funeral Director named Michelle. I have to say, she was incredible. There is this notion that somehow all funeral homes are out to squeeze as much money out of you as possible but this couldn’t be further from our experience. Most places have their pricing listed right on their website so you can comparision shop fairly easily. In fact, once we had the basics down, she gave us the simplest option as possible for a cremation: two urns, a small headstone and a Celebration of Life. We could have gone with a flat plaque or a pillow style of marker but I did want a headstone that was upright.



A pillow is on an angle, a bit off the ground


A plaque is directly on the earth

The services and the service
Mr. Tucker and I don’t want an elaborate religious service so we opted for a two hour Celebration of Life where family and friend could come pay their respects. The internment itself would be limited to family afterwards. The entire process from picking up the body, to dealing with remains to the service is $6336.63 per person and is broken down by the following choices:

The taxes excluded portion
$895 – Staff/Professional Services
$400 – Administration
$575 – Transport
$475 – Documentation
$395 – Shelter
$700 – Reception
$425 – Visitation Staff
$685 – Basic Urn
$5147.15 (4555 +592.15 taxes)

Taxes all-in portion
$52.28 – Municipal Death Registration Fee
$75 – Coroner’s Fee
$1062.20 – Cremation
1189.40
$6336.55 – Grand total for the services for both of us

Plotting our forever home



“Oooh! We get cremated in a pine box!” Nick said.
“Not even,” Michelle countered. “It’s fiberboard.”
“Works for me!” he said.

Originally when Michelle priced it out, she did the cheapest area with a headstone which was my requirement as Mr. Tucker had no opinion (“Why would I care! I’ll be dead!”) in a place called the Urn Garden. It sounded good to me and was placed up some lovely rock steps under a giant tree. It looked lovely in photos so it seemed like that was what we’d go with. Michelle encouraged us to go have a look when we were leaving to give us an idea of how the layout was. The plot itself had space for two urns and was approximately $11000 bringing the total to a little over $23000 for both of us.

When the meeting ended, we left the main building we headed up to the Urn Garden to have a look at the space. It was a gorgeous area even in dark and dreary November. But there were two issues from my point of view that made it less than an ideal choice: the plots were so close together that you couldn’t even turn a wheelchair around, or even go and pay your respects without being right up against someone else’s gravestone. Finally – and this probably seems like a weird one to most people – the only headstone colour choices that were allowed here were pink and grey.

When I saw that, I balked. Mr. Tucker of course didn’t really care either way (“Why would I care! I’ll be dead!”) but I was unhappy. I wanted the option for a black headstone and to have a more traditional spacing for the plot. Also, I wanted to be as close to the end of a row as possible. I have memories of traversing the cemetery my family is buried in every year on Mother’s Day for years as we always forgot the locations of my grandmother and great-grandmother’s graves. I wanted it to be as easy to find as possible.


We went home and emailed Michelle and asked her for other options. She got back to us with pricing for three traditional plot options we could look at and we made an appointment for the following week to go drive around the cemetery to look at them.

I want to be clear – there are MUCH cheaper options available from a Remembrance Wall to just taking the ashes home with you and spreading them somewhere. But I did want something a little more traditional which is why we started at the Urn Garden. You could bring this far under the prices I am quoting here.

The next step up were traditional plots which had the option for two caskets/four urns or six urns. You could get whatever 30×30 monument in whatever colour you wanted but the options started here at $21651 for the new section, $25493 for a middle section and $28092 for a plot in the older section of the cemetery.

As we drove around I noticed that all of the sections had decent options. Michelle would get out of the car with her giant laminated map and stand outside where the headstones on various plots would be and then she’d indicate the size of the space. She was an absolute trooper doing this over-and-over again in the rain.



Michelle’s map of plots

Alas, channelling Goldilocks, I was dissatisfied with the first two options. The new section was right next to a parking lot and they were looking to expand the crematorium so we didn’t know what the future held for that section (too cold!). The middle section you’d have to hike around to the back and there weren’t many trees around so in the summer there would be no place to really get any shade (too hot!). Naturally, of course, the older section was juuuuuust right. There was a lovely plot right up on the top of the hill, at the end of a row, about 10 feet from the cemetery’s ring road and banked by trees at the foot of the plot (“The perfect place,” I thought to myself, “to put a bench up against the trees.”[1]). Mr. Tucker also weighed in at this point and said he didn’t want to be right next to a parking lot or a place devoid of trees. So as it turns out, he did care – at least a tiny bit – about his final resting place! He, too, preferred the older, treed section.

Here is the breakdown of the Goldilocks plot

Plot, burial and accessories
$10,080 – 2 grave lot side by side
$6,720 – Care and Maintenance (one-time fee)
$1,100 – Burial Fee for Urns $550 each
$6,000 – 30X30 Monument with base (Black)
$960 – Concrete Foundation for Monument
$28,091.80 Grand Total ($24,860 + $3,231.80 taxes) for the plot

All in, per person: $17214.18



So many options – and fabric options, too! You could really get cozy in there!

We went back to the office where she asked us what we wanted the headstone to say and what type of design and etching we wanted. It will come as no surprise that there are a plethora of options including etching photos with a laser right onto the stone. It’s a wee bit too uncanny valley/bad family tattoo for my tastes so we chose a more traditional option with some flowers down the sides and a plain font. She actually took a picture of the stone to attach to our file and then drew out how we wanted the writing to go, what we wanted it to say, and in what order and what style. I suppose it makes sense to plan the entire thing out, after all the point of pre-planning a funeral is to alleviate all of the decision-making from your loved ones while they are grieving.

What I learned
To be honest, I found the entire process to be fascinating and to be an absolute relief. It was the last nail in the coffin (har har) for us to move from this stage of our lives into the next one. Is it an eye-wateringly expensive endeavour to pre-plan it like this? Possibly. But I would rather do it now and get it over and done with. I just have to leave the kids one thing you cannot pre-plan: the catering for the Celebration of Life. It’s the one thing they don’t handle because it’s unpredictable.

Michelle did mention that they manage almost all of the administration for notifying the government about your death. She said that the industry started doing that when it was discovered that many widows were missing the deadlines for claiming the $2500 death benefit from CPP. You only have 6 months to claim it after a death and since historically many women didn’t touch finances or administration for their families, they were missing out on this money they absolutely could have used. So funeral homes took it over. Now they notify everyone: Service Canada (CPP/OAS/GIS), cancel your driver’s license, cancel your health card, as well as register the death, get the coroner’s release etc. Although this can vary, they provide surviving heirs 15 copies of the death certificate (with access to more as needed) for banking, insurance etc.

They also offer a 12-month, interest-free payment plan for both the Funeral Services and the Plot. We put a deposit down on the plot and took them up on this offer for the balance. When we pass, all the surviving spouse or relatives have to do is call the funeral home’s 24-hour line and they will set in motion all of the things we planned. There will be no difficult choices made out of guilt or assumptions about what like or don’t like – it’s all on file and it is all paid for (except the catering).

The money we pay today is held and invested by a third party company. So on one hand, we lock in at 2025 prices. On the other hand, could I probably have chosen to just invest it all and made more money and then just leave the kids detailed instructions? Possibly. People who try and optimize for every dollar will probably go this route. But with my luck I will die in a market downturn and the kids will struggle with getting the documentation they need to release the funds in order to pay for things. This is a classic example of my mantra: THROW MONEY AT THE PROBLEM. I think the lack of stress & worry will be worth any gains I could have made on this money. So for the next year we will replace the paying we typically have to pay for the mortgage/condo fees/insurance/taxes and transition that into a new piece of property: THE BIG DIRT NAP.


[1]Of course I priced it out. $3800.

Day talk/night talk

Day talk/night talk

Significance

Control of fire and the capacity for cooking led to major anatomical and residential changes for early humans, starting more than a million years ago. However, little is known about what transpired when the day was extended by firelight. Data from the Ju/’hoan hunter-gatherers of southern Africa show major differences between day and night talk. Day talk centered on practicalities and sanctioning gossip; firelit activities centered on conversations that evoked the imagination, helped people remember and understand others in their external networks, healed rifts of the day, and conveyed information about cultural institutions that generate regularity of behavior and corresponding trust. Appetites for firelit settings for intimate conversations and for evening stories remain with us today. (emphasis mine)

Embers of society: Firelight talk among the Ju/’hoansi Bushmen

Goodbye, Balconville

Goodbye, Balconville

If you have been here for awhile, you already know that I renovated a condo I own(ed) twice in the last 7 years, both times due to a relative absolutely mistreating the space. After the final renovation, we rented it out to a lovely couple who gave notice and moved on for work after a year of renting from us. Like I said, I never wanted to be a landlord and I lucked out with having great tenants (and I made a whopping $20 a month, so I wasn’t exactly a slumlord). After our tenants left though, we tried our hands at selling it again. We had the older floors ripped up and decided to go with polished concrete this time so keep with the loft look. I figured that the wood floors were harder to maintain as a rental so if we had to rent it again, it would be easier to go with a more durable floor choice.

We priced it low and surprisingly it sold a week after being on the market with a closing date at the end of that same month. What was interesting about the entire process of selling it was that it sucked out almost all of the nostalgia and goodwill I had towards Balconville. Despite having made some of the greatest memories from Mr. Tucker & I starting out our lives together in that space, it was apparent that it had become a burden. I wanted to close the door on that chapter of my life. Someone else can now make amazing memories in that space and enjoy what I believe is one of the better floorplans for a 1-bedroom condo in this city.

I don’t want to get into the nitty gritty of how stressful it was but it is done now and we are finally able to move on from that part of our lives. I am so glad that the process wasn’t drawn out – I don’t think I could have managed a prolonged closing. In the end, our tenant’s lease was up on September 30th, and the condo closed on October 31st.


The floors turned out beautifully. What a different a refresh makes!

For those of you who remember, this was the last thing on our list in order for Mr. Tucker to retire early. Not having the mortgage, condo fees, property taxes and insurance has been monumentally freeing for both of us. I think we both felt the weight lift from us as soon as we went in to sign the papers with the lawyer. We left the lawyer’s office feeling lighter and more free than we had felt in 7 years. It was the final thing we needed to do to move onto the last phase of our lives. We kept the memories but left the people who caused us so much pain behind. It was time to move on.

Of course, Mr. Tucker didn’t just waltz home and quit his job! He will work for as long as he can but his company has been circling the drain for a long time now and as they squeeze more out of employees layoff after layoff, it’s clear that the writing is on the wall. It’s nice to be in a position where we have options so he doesn’t have to take the first job that comes along because we are over-leveraged. So he will wait it out. He was one of the first people hired at that company and he says he wants to see it to the bitter conclusion.

In the end, we didn’t make bank on the sale of the condo. Essentially, I after all of the renovations we had to do, the closing costs, covering my butt for capital gains, putting some money away to top off our emergency fund, we had a wee bit left to put away for the children. But I’m not mad about it. The greatest thing about selling the condo was being able to take those expenses out of our budget and have the piece of mind that we don’t have to carry those costs should everything fall apart for us financially.

So au revoir Balconville! I will miss you but I don’t regret selling you.