Jim’s blog

First, I have to take issue with the Rude One. It’s simply not true. You’ve never met a sweeter, more even and giving disposition than you’ll find with me. That fact that I simply can’t abide small children (W.C.  Fields had it right), or smokers (ever since I quit), or Republicans (except my parents, bless ‘em), or homophobes (no exceptions here),  or any officious clerk hiding behind a counter, or anyone else who doesn’t agree with me about everything, and I tell them so without restraint doesn’t make me rude, does it? It just makes me forthright. Henceforth, I shall be referred to as The Forthright One, please.
Now, that all cleared up, what can I write about in my Debut Blog? How about how honoured we both are to be invited. And how jealous I am of my spouse for finding such a good topic before I did. He’s right, though: Meg has introduced a new meaning of “cozy” into our life and we’re richer for it.
So I’ll start with a re-introduction of ourselves to you, because it’s always easier to talk about yourself, isn’t it? (I’m reminded of the line: “Well, enough about me! What about you? What do you think about me?“).  Rog and I have been together 13 years, finding each other and ourselves in 1995. We have six kids between us, Rog’s three (17, 17, 22) and my three (30-somethings). My career was at Sears, and Rog’s at Toronto Hydro, until we realized that there were many more fulfilling things to do with our life together. Rog had always been moonlighting as a travel agent, and had a McGill degree in Geography to go with it, so soon he was full time in that industry. We also loved staying at B&Bs so we decided to open our own, which quickly became the focus of our life. It was through the B&B that we met Meg, her family, and 1500 other wonderful people over 10 years. Five years ago, an enlighted Supreme Court of Ontario invited us to get married, which we did immediately, and then helped 42 other couples do the same in our home, a bonding of love and friendship that has made our life one continuous recommitment ceremony.
As Rog’s travel business grew by leaps and bounds, and our own personal travel opportunities expanded, we trimmed back the B&B, sold the “big house” and bought a downtown condo each in Toronto and Victoria, where we spend about half a year in each when we’re not at sea or otherwise out there testing all those many luxury travel experiences that you just have to get to know personally before you can recommend them with confidence. Tough job, eh?
And so now, we sit in Toronto, with Meg in our home, with France in the future next week, with Christmas and our family back in Toronto, and then with a winter in Victoria with our friends there.
What could be more ... cozy?

There, that’s Jim. 

Jim and Rog.  Rog and Jim.  Think of their blogs as an amuse bouche, but even with that little tiny taste, you can see how it is impossible not to love them.  Now think of me, here in Toronto courtesy of the Canadians Children’s Book Centre and TD Book Week.  And I don’t have to be satisfied with an appetiser.  I get the full feast of them. 

Who wouldn’t be smug?

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, November 22, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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