A day in the life
So today was a holiday. Holy day, holiday, day off. No doubt in my mind that there’s been a certain change in the religious priorities around here. At one time, Good Friday meant an afternoon in church, less food than usual and no meat. Now; well let’s just take a walk through the busy schedule that I had to deal with, shall we?
No sleeping in for me. Between son #2 getting home a little late from who know’s where and a dog with a well-trained reflex to go outside for every little need, I was on deck long before dawn. At least the snowfall was light. I took advantage of my being up to get the recuperation bin out to curbside before the truck came through. I so hate those huge plastic cake containers that want to roll on down the highway. The dog beat me back to the warm spot on the bed and the paper arrived early, so I took the easy way out and read the news before sunrise.
The biggest headline involved a series of spelling errors on a set of plaques that will be unveiled at Vimy Ridge in France some days hence. The spelling errors were in, you guessed it, the French translation. Guess the assumption is that nobody would ever read the inscription, since they lived there and knew what had happened. Our New Government promises to correct things (as soon as they get an eraser that works on brass inscriptions).
It is a holiday, so son #2 had to get back up and go to work. Yes, there is a God, and the youth of today just have to learn about poetic justice in the same way that I did. I didn’t offer to substitute for him, since I am unable to separate those dadblasted bags that are stuck all together in the local grocery store. He’s the bagger; I’m the buyer.
Quiet days at home make me sleepy, so once everyone else was awake, I returned to bed with the Galaxie Celtic channel for background music. It is possible to fall asleep to the sound of the bagpipes. Waking up with a tongue in your ear might sound interesting… just realize that I have a dog, and she does not appreciate anyone else sleeping in the warm spot on the bed.
This is a fast day. Well, a slow day that used to be a day of fast. I didn’t feel like cooking, so the grape drawer served me and the hound quite well. Ditto for the cheese drawer. The news broadcast carried its own cheesy content, where a group of British soldiers (sailors?) were released after spending time in an Iranian prison. It remains unclear how their boat happened to be in Iraqi waters patrolled by Iranians, but I’m sure things will be sorted out revised in due time.
While trying to spot the Canadian Railway Museum on Google Earth, I came across a neat blog written by one of the CBC team on the VIA museum train that came through here almost five years ago. That’s an eternity in the blog world.
