Solid hitting
CBC reminded me (and I’m passing it along) that today marks the 25th anniversary of Canada love-hate affair with the loonie. My kids have never known the satisfaction of earning that first foldaway dollar bill; their life involves pockets that should be double lined. On second thought, no need; given the short resting time of a typical metallic seabird in a youthful lifestyle.
We mustn’t forget that the dollar had a format that was better suited to hiding in books and stuff, or to being mailed in a birthday card…
The older dollars were somewhat greener than I remembered.
Today, my great outdoor plans were all for nought. Rained out. Thundered out. My run for groceries turned into just that, when I had to pilot the cartful of stuff for the table through heavy waterfall, praying that vehicles could see me better than I saw them. I even stayed in the car (with the comfort of the radio) until the worst of the storm cells had passed overhead.
This afternoon, I watched another Jason Statham film. I’m starting to notice a trend: although he obviously takes pride in his abilities to outdrive and outbox the competition, he never seems to kick back and smile. Guess that’s one of the hazards of his (imaginary) lifestyle. And no, I’m not heading out to the gym just in case. I also watched an early Charles Bronson movie. It should be recognized that he can box, and that he made some of his best movies after hitting the Freedom ’55 age group. You go, old dude! And again, I’m not heading out to the gym. Is that clear?
