Plans, promises and the light at the end of that tunnel
Finally, an understanding medical study. It would appear that my rarely seen toes are a sign of health. I’m sure that there will be rebuttal within weeks, but for now I’m basking in my newfound chances of living just a little bit longer. The idea of a diet will remain just that; an idea.
Next weekend is Field Day. My days of heading off to a cool campsite with others and learning the dangers of scaling a makeshift tower are past, but I could turn on the transceiver and try to send out a coherent report. According to the documents, I’m a 1D station in QC with only minimal chances of staying alert for 24 hours in a row. My own duping would be required, although finding a decent log program might help. The family would go ballistic. Maybe…
The political class in Alberta continues to provide the laugh track for Canadian living. Sexism is alive and well in the land that lies below the mountains, and it helps the rest of us to remember from where our current federal mindset emerges. To paraphrase, a girl should smile and stay close to the kids in the kitchen. That about sums it up.
We received a letter from the president of GM this afternoon. He just wanted to remind us that things are better than they look from the outside, and he’s willing to give us an additional $1000 off if we decide to buy back in to his promise. Good luck with that.
My new favourite quote for today follows: Don’t assume that someone, somewhere, is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.
