To celebrate the occasion, a second panful of chicken wings. After all, with the Rouge et Or winning the Vanier Cup (only minutes ago), this part of the planet has stopped holding their collective breath. The defeat (bitter defeat) one year ago will now be just a line note in university football history.
posted in economy, sports | Comments Off on The Vanier Cup is coming back for the winter | 259 words
Went lightbulb shopping today. So many different form factors, and none lasting longer than a matter of months. Even with intermittent service. The real disappointment was finding that the floodlights were too large to fit in the holder, so my outdoor darkness system is still incomplete. It doesn’t really matter. I don’t go out at night.
posted in sports | Comments Off on They have to win the bowls to get to the cup | 249 words
Day Two of the retirement prep course is over. I’m prepared, in the sense that I now accept, with a sensibility that is Zen, my fate. I will never be as rich or healthy as I could/should be.
posted in education, sports | Comments Off on The system wants me to be poor and short-lived | 253 words
Feeling self-satisfied. Much more, there’ll be photos. After all, how else to feel, after a complete wash, fold, hang, shelf, store of the existing wardrobe, along with a run to the dumpster with stuff that no longer fits my exacting standards. Go ahead, snicker. There is rare and then there is REALLY RARE.
posted in environment, sports | Comments Off on Hockey in reruns | 272 words
This day started much too early. Half way through the night, the dog wanted company, to facilitate repeated visits outside. I tried to help, then I tried to ignore, but the ante continued to rise. Grass is not a good source of dietary anything for the canine class, and cleaning belly juice three hours before dawn is just yucky. Finally, I gave up on sleep and waited for the arrival of the paper guy. Oh, and I started the pool reversal process, under cover of darkness. The neighbour in his truck seemed bemused.
posted in sports | Comments Off on First fall of the winter | 273 words
Sitting, watching something involving Rick Mercer, in a hamster ball, at Horseshoe Valley. And the memories come flooding back.
posted in food, sports | Comments Off on I recognized that hill | 273 words
This was not a day filled with accomplishment. After rehanging a window blind, and quickly receiving a review (“It’s not centred over the window”), I decided to go for another plan; still B for blinds. Off to the hardware store for additional hardware. And then I ran out of steam. Nothing else happened. Yes, I was distracted by a really good university football game, and that season will be over soon, so I’ve already absolved myself. In passing, a great Rouge et Or win. Five in a row. They have enough accomplishment for everybody.
posted in sports, technology | Comments Off on A cracked screen to test my ingenuity | 270 words
There are times when you have to strike. A drum, for instance. Or a snake (before it strikes you). A few other examples are available. But this time around, as hockey gets set to go on strike (technically, a lockout; don’t quibble), perhaps a truce would be a better choice.
posted in sports | Comments Off on When making less money means more | 271 words
I think I should go to bed early. Actually, that’s been the feeling since dawn, but there was a work day in between. I’m laying the blame on my sore eye (the distracting one). And the heat, but that too shall pass.
posted in computing, pets, sports | Comments Off on So rich, they don’t need (more) money | 255 words
I’ve decided to model my effort level after the dog. Sleep until called, bark at strangers and watch for (forgotten) food. The day takes just as long to go by, but my cardio rate is down and I’m happy. Seriously though. Vacation is just about over, and I’d hate to look tired when the cubicle inspectors stop by, next week. I work in a public building, so I’m going to have to use a variation on normal dog habits. Barking at strangers is not good.
posted in sports | Comments Off on Hardly threatened by a hockey lockout | 263 words
