11th
January
2014
That’s one small step, etc. Despite the freezing rain, I did go out in the car, and the first few meters along our sidewalk gave me a mild adductor strain. Enough to make me remember why I much prefer the barefoot joys of summer. Little matter. The roads were properly salted (unlike our sidewalk), and my there and back again in search of another work table just ketp me respectful of speed limits and glad that I don’t drive for a living.
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10th
January
2014
Taking shorter steps has a couple of unexpected side effects. It leaves one feeling inefficient, and it fakes out the pedometer. We’re in a period of black ice (that’s when you can’t see the trap that nature has laid for you, and a nasty fall is only moments away, all the time). Some freezing rain, followed by the arctic vortex that has set Meteo-Media abuzz, and we’ve got slippy at every step.
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9th
January
2014
Early morning, in the magazine shop. I know, I could have gone for a high calorie, low nutrition fast food breakfast, but I prefer to check out the arrivals from around the globe at a local media market. In and out, five minutes top, catch the next bus in my parade. Almost every week, weather permitting. Anyhow, the tune (the owner has a penchant for classical material) was familiar, but without lyrics I’m lost at remembering things. Pull out the smart phone, test a few seconds, move on once identified.
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8th
January
2014
When the new bulletin came up, last evening, I needed a map to find the locale. One day later, the name meas so much more. There, a relative (a once-removed cousin) is fighting a nasty fire. Once of those mixed train consists, with propane and crude oil. Funny thing; there’s neither an oil well nor a refinery within hundreds of kilometres of the place.
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7th
January
2014
I’m feeling rather self-satisfied. Today, work was a bit like a fast-paced tennis match. I don’t actually play tennis, but that’s what I imagine it to be. A volley of balls (requests for assistance) that I deflect or return according to the need. Never missed a beat, and that “things to do” list is diminishing, steadily. That’s a good thing.
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6th
January
2014
This morning, I let Nature play photographer. The flash, accompanied by simultaneous booming sounds, and a bit of freezing rain, gave way to this…
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5th
January
2014
How do I know that the holiday has ended? My bad luck quota for today is met. Things will work out (in the end), but tomorrow I will leave without my valuable transit pass, which has failed to appear. Still have a “Hail Mary pass” request in with son #3, There’s a storm coming through, but schools don’t close when the students are absent. Tomorrow will mean a round of bad skating, while I try to figure out how to get to the transit office that handles loss and woe. My luck will not improve if the city is in a state of travel distress.
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4th
January
2014
Time was, we would “give the dog a bone”. There was even a playground song that helped us to remember that this was a normal, healthy reaction to a pet’s needs. Not any more. Somehow, the diet of everyone in the country fell under the heavy hand of commercial interests, and now we get ads on prime time TV to help push their product.
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3rd
January
2014
My unusual treat for the holiday season: after getting up at 07h00 to feed the dog (he puts a cold nose between my shoulder blades to remind me of the hour), I returned to bed until after noon. Complete change in routine, that won’t be repeated for many months.
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2nd
January
2014
Just what I feared; after almost two weeks “on vacation”, the whole return to my cubicle trip is not appealing to me. That PWE (Protestant Work Ethic) isn’t as strong as other instincts, and I could join the dog on the couch without any sense of guilt. The lack of income might bother him (his bag of kibble is nearly empty), but he’d have a friend at hand.
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