She Who Seeks

Wednesday, 3 June 2020

Virtual Pride Parade -- Join In!

Due to Covid-19, all PRIDE PARADES

are cancelled this year, of course.

But will that stop us?

HELL NO!

Here at She Who Seeks blog,

we're going to have a

VIRTUAL PRIDE PARADE

instead!

And I'm asking

YOU, my readers,

to participate!

Those of you

who are QUEER yourselves . . .

. . . and those of you who are

straight ALLIES too!

The Parade is for EVERYONE
to help celebrate LGBTQ+ Pride!

How can you join in?

Just email me a photo for the Parade post!

Suggestions --

❖ yourself wearing your best rainbow or Pride finery, etc.
(I've got my outfit planned already!) or

❖ maybe your pet would prefer to get all dolled up instead? or

❖ make a Pride sign to grace the Parade! or

❖ howzabout some Pride art or Pride crafts,

if that's more your thing? or

❖ love to bake? Rainbow food! or

❖ any other classy Pride-related visual!

To prevent trolls and haters

from having access to

my personal email address,

I've created a new one

especially to receive

all email for this purpose:

fotopride20@gmail.com

So please use that one!

The account will be deleted

once this is over.

I intend to post

the Virtual Pride Parade

during the 4th week of June,

so please send me your photos by

FRIDAY, JUNE 19th

at the very latest!

Photos will be posted

in the order received,

saying who submitted it and
with a link back to your blog

(unless you request otherwise).

HAVE FUN!

Monday, 1 June 2020

It's June And You Know What THAT Means!

Yes, it's Pride Month!

Time again for my annual

one-person, month-long
blogfest celebrating

All Things Queer

otherwise known as --

TRANSLESBIGAYAPALOOZA!

Haul out yer glitter 'n rainbows, everyone!

You're gonna need 'em!

Be sure to come back on Wednesday

for a BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

Friday, 29 May 2020

Stuff Around My Home -- Spare Change

I fully and freely admit that I am an old fogey

who accumulates spare change, rolls it and then

takes it to the bank for deposit into my account.

And I have My Own System™ for doing so.

Many years ago in a junk shop,

I found this hard plastic

container with a lid.

It is, in fact, a nesting container

with two other containers inside it.

Judging from their laughably small size
by today's junk food serving sizes,

I'd estimate this set dates from the 1950s or 1960s.

As change accumulates, I separate it

into quarters, dimes and nickels in

the appropriate container.

About once a year (or two years if I'm lazy),

I roll the change and take it to the bank.

Usually there's 2 or 3 hundred

bucks worth by that point.

And not to brag or anything,

but I can roll change as fast as the wind!

If Canada had an Olympic Team for

Coin Rolling, I'd be on it.

My hotelier Grandma taught me the secrets

of speedy coin rolling when I was a kid.

I used to help her roll all the change from

the restaurant and beverage room cash registers.

While my vast wealth in spare change
accumulates over the year(s), I do,
of course, maintain a security system for it.

It is guarded by The Mighty Thor himself!

Here he is doing his duty on my bookshelf.

Captain America and the Winter Soldier

are supposed to be providing backup security,

but they don't seem to be all that reliable.

Hey slackers!

Get back to work!

Canoodle on your OWN time!

Wednesday, 27 May 2020

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

And speaking of KFC --

Every chicken's dream --

Monday, 25 May 2020

Our Wackadoodle World

And, finally, just a reminder that

human nature never changes --

Friday, 22 May 2020

Stuff Around My Home -- Beverage Room Chair

In the corner of my bedroom, there is an old chair. The paint on its arms is worn and scarred, although the rest of the chair is in good condition. Like most bedroom chairs, it is not actually used for sitting on, as such. It serves instead as a place to pile my jeans, pyjama bottoms and the odd pair of shorts.

Where did I get this disreputable-looking chair?

It comes from the "Licensed Beverage Room" of The Queen's Hotel, an old country hotel in small town Saskatchewan outside of Regina.

[photo by Lawrence Hutchinson,
taken in 1981, found here on Flickr ]

The hotel was new in 1885, the year of the Riel Rebellion involving Native and Métis peoples, when Saskatchewan was not yet a province but simply a district in the North-West Territories. General Middleton, commander of the Canadian Militia sent from Eastern Canada to put down the Rebellion, billeted at the Queen's Hotel and made the town the marshalling point for his troops.

The Beverage Room was a later addition to the establishment, built in the 1930s. Under Saskatchewan liquor laws, a bar could not be a free-standing establishment. It had to be part of a hotel offering both a restaurant and sleeping quarters, so that total inebriates could eat, sleep and sober up, if need be, without driving anywhere.

During World War II, my maternal grandparents bought the Queen's Hotel and went into the hospitality business. My mother worked here in her youth. My parents' small wedding reception was at The Hotel. Although they subsequently moved to Manitoba (my father's home province), there was still a lot of traveling back and forth to The Hotel over the years. I spent a lot of time at The Hotel when I was a kid, right up into my early 20s.

[Beverage Room, Queen's Hotel, photo taken by

Debra She Who Seeks, probably around 1980-ish?]

The Queen's Hotel is gone now, an empty lot all that remains. The hotel burned down in a 2003 fire that occurred about 15 years after my grandparents ceased owning the business.

When the family connection to The Hotel ended, my Mom took a couple of barroom chairs out of the Beverage Room as a keepsake. I don't know what happened to the other chair, but in due course I ended up with this one.

The Beverage Room was always the main moneymaker of the whole hotel operation. A lotta booze 'n beer were slung in that bar over the decades. How many drunken backsides have sat in that chair? Too many to count, I bet.

But now the chair leads a quiet, sober and sedate existence as my bedroom pants-piling spot. I wonder if it misses the old days?