Some odours are unforgettable. Without referencing the best and worst ends of the scale, there are scents that the brain “knows”. (How do scents and odours differ? Must look this one up) Happened to purchase a small jar of one such memory, over at the pharmacy, and I confirm that the company hasn’t changed their secret formula in my lifetime.
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Nine days: a very long week. Or in other terms, the amount of time required to confirm what many (of us) already knew. The best group of rock chuckers in Canada, under the rules of curling for women, will hereby be known as Olympic Team Homan.
posted in sports, Wx | Comments Off on At the end of a very long week | 290 words
Could this be symptomatic of an age crisis? Rather than checking the price point of a red sports car, I found myself comparison shopping for large amounts of Lego. Turns out that with Amazon, I could gather close to 1000 pieces (all sizes combined) for about $100! In case the kids come to visit…
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Only hours before bedtime, and I’ve got nothing. No marvelous tale to recount, or a plan for world peace to announce. There was one small moment, when I rebuilt the small dog biscuit box, so that I could top it up from the almost empty oversize carton in the garage, but that hardly counts (except for the hairy fellow). At least the big carton will be recycled, eventually.
posted in humour | Comments Off on Trying to find a moment worthy of mention | 257 words
Turns out that my dog’s propensity to go through doors is normal. A subject of memes, even. Knowing that, how can I ever refuse (no matter the hour) to open a door and let him pass through to the other side?
posted in humour | Comments Off on Real life moments | 251 words
History is a mish-mash. Names, places, incidents, dates. Actually, anniversaries; we rarely remember things unless we can say how long ago they “took place”. Today, CBC took some time to recall where things were, one century ago. Particularly, in Halifax. Outside of this region, mention of The Explosion merit only a confused look, or a shrug. In Nova Scotia, this date defines a city.
posted in history | Comments Off on When two ships collided | 266 words
In a rare burst of nervous energy, the IOC stuck a stick into the hornets’ nest today. They informed one of the world’s largest nations that there would be no place for their team at the Games, come next February. Not even a chance to get dressed up and march in the big parade, much less pick up a new set of gold medals. In case the old ones were tarnished, etc.
posted in sports | Comments Off on No Games for you | 280 words
Just came back from checking the mail. Several hours after sundown; any trace of the double-digit temps has gone, and I know that snow must follow… any day now. Mind you, in that total darkness that prevails before moonrise, I am given to dismal thoughts.
posted in environment, Wx | Comments Off on Clear off the deck | 250 words
Maybe, just maybe, the next generation will be better! I spent the afternoon among the really young; not much conversation, but watching them master closed doors and light switches that were too high (for them) was refreshing. I’ve grown jaded, with time. Too much news content with only negative viewpoints. I needed to see that the babies are still untarnished.
posted in computing, food | Comments Off on Meatballs and a phone reset | 262 words
Brought the “immolation altar” inside for the winter, and decided/remembered that a certain amount of cleanliness will make the sacrifice even better. A job for the ShopVac!
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