Sometimes, it doesn’t matter if you sleep in. Just a little bit. When there are no professional deadlines. Go ahead, try it. I did, and the day turned out OK.
posted in environment | Comments Off on Folding and stowing for winter | 259 words
A tip for those who dare to drive in the Old City. If you find a parking spot when you want it, there is a reason why you don’t.
posted in travel | Comments Off on The parking lottery | 267 words
Remind me again why football is so much fun to watch. Oh, right; because it comes about as close to the game of life as a sport can manage.
posted in sports | Comments Off on Football as a metaphor | 251 words
IANAL (that’s newspeak for I Am Not A Lawyer). However, I Am A Canadian, and I now wish I had studied a minimum of criminal law. You know, just in case.
posted in politics | Comments Off on Say nothing, nothing at all | 260 words
On the screen, a clowder of felines. More precisely, a glaring. At my end, sinus drip: the very sight of cats can provoke an allergic reaction. Psychosomatic, possibly. Uncomfortable, definitely. Thank you, the gang at Big Bang Theory.
posted in humour | Comments Off on What the truck dumped | 300 words
This evening, I welcomed back the prodigal. Not son, or daughter; a laptop. One of the small flock of compusheep that keep our family safely IMed and FBed and all the other things that are as necessary as fresh water.
posted in ham radio | Comments Off on Preparing the computer control of the radio | 264 words
Where do old couches go? Not coaches; this has nothing to do with sports. Nor does it refer to couches (the French term for diapers). In this instance, I’m worried about our sofa, our divan, our place to store things that haven’t graduated to floor space.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Go left or right or what? | 266 words
Earlier this evening, while seated in one of our “designated reading positions”, I happened across an editorial pointing out the singular difference between Greek and Roman art. Without a course or two in art history, I still caught the key point.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Ideal versus real | 266 words
I”m sure my kids appreciate parental attention, but there are probably limits. Tonight, two out of three are in the Big City to attend a concert. I’m happy for them, but there’s a whole other side to this affair; let’s call it separation anxiety.
posted in technology | Comments Off on Separation anxiety | 304 words
The little I know of diplomatic protocol has me convinced that the term is synonymous with polite. There is that time that a man in a mitre slapped me on the cheek, but I’ve forgiven him. On the whole, any time the cream (fluff) of the political class get their fancy duds on, there will be a surfeit of bowing and scraping.
posted in politics | Comments Off on Polite reason to shoot the cannons | 294 words
