HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Have a great, great year.
Loved
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Sept 2014
You'll have to forgive my being late with the September post, I am still recovering from the reunion.
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Loved
Have a great day
Loved
Friday, August 8, 2014
August
I see I really dropped the ball on the August entry. It's the 8th already, I missed by a whole week. I hope I'm not that late for anything else this month.
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Loved
Have a great day
Loved
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
July 2
Isn't Canada Day great, people flock to the parks by the thousands to share their pride and love for Canada. Too bad they don't think enough of it to take their garbage when they leave.
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Loved
Have a great day
Loved
Sunday, June 1, 2014
June 1, 2014
There are not many days of the year that I'll miss taking a walk around Wascana Lake. The other day was one I wish I had.
I was walking along the north shore on a concrete wall which protects against erosion, it's on the same level as the path, I use it to give the joggers and runners a little more room to breeze by. It was on a blind corner that it happened, some kamikaze bike rider came around and gave me the choice to sidestep or drastically impede his progress with my privates. With those same reflexes of a cat that I should be famous for by now, I jumped to the side. You guessed it. The wrong side. I was in the lake. I panicked, I had about 17 seconds of air in my lungs and my arms and legs were moving so fast it was spent in about 12. Now I had a decision to make, take the chance of getting a mouth full of Wascana Lake water or watching my life pass before my eyes........the first thing I saw was a hockey Night In Canada game, back then the broadcast started halfway through the second period and it was pretty much impossible to follow the puck, the only way you knew someone had scored was when the players raised their sticks in jubilation. Now, there's half hour of pregame banter, the game itself, and another half hour of postgame analysis. It's still pretty much impossible to follow the puck and the only way you know someone scored is when the players raise their sticks in jubilation. The next thing I saw was Bonanza, the TV show, a western about a rancher and his three sons except you ever only saw two because the third was always off on some cattle drive. I'm thinking, "come on God give me a break." Next, I'm with a bunch of people by the castle at the beach and we're watching this little kid walking up the hill with a fishing pole, the only fish he's caught is himself, the hook is stuck in his calf muscle, I'm joining the others in side splitting laughter until I realize the little guy is me. "Jesus Christ, throw me a bone here." That's when I remembered Don Wahlberg, after marrying one of the Antonini girls, telling Tony that he wasn't worried about being thrown into Wascana with cement boots because he would just stand up and he would only be knee deep. So I stood up, it was just above my knee. Don's a bit taller than me.
Have a great day
Loved
I was walking along the north shore on a concrete wall which protects against erosion, it's on the same level as the path, I use it to give the joggers and runners a little more room to breeze by. It was on a blind corner that it happened, some kamikaze bike rider came around and gave me the choice to sidestep or drastically impede his progress with my privates. With those same reflexes of a cat that I should be famous for by now, I jumped to the side. You guessed it. The wrong side. I was in the lake. I panicked, I had about 17 seconds of air in my lungs and my arms and legs were moving so fast it was spent in about 12. Now I had a decision to make, take the chance of getting a mouth full of Wascana Lake water or watching my life pass before my eyes........the first thing I saw was a hockey Night In Canada game, back then the broadcast started halfway through the second period and it was pretty much impossible to follow the puck, the only way you knew someone had scored was when the players raised their sticks in jubilation. Now, there's half hour of pregame banter, the game itself, and another half hour of postgame analysis. It's still pretty much impossible to follow the puck and the only way you know someone scored is when the players raise their sticks in jubilation. The next thing I saw was Bonanza, the TV show, a western about a rancher and his three sons except you ever only saw two because the third was always off on some cattle drive. I'm thinking, "come on God give me a break." Next, I'm with a bunch of people by the castle at the beach and we're watching this little kid walking up the hill with a fishing pole, the only fish he's caught is himself, the hook is stuck in his calf muscle, I'm joining the others in side splitting laughter until I realize the little guy is me. "Jesus Christ, throw me a bone here." That's when I remembered Don Wahlberg, after marrying one of the Antonini girls, telling Tony that he wasn't worried about being thrown into Wascana with cement boots because he would just stand up and he would only be knee deep. So I stood up, it was just above my knee. Don's a bit taller than me.
Have a great day
Loved
Thursday, May 1, 2014
May 1 , 2014
I was wearing a pair of Dawgs tonight, you know, those sponge rubber shoes, that if you wear often enough, make your feet so tender you can't even step on a popcorn kernel without cringing to your knees in pain. Some people know them as crocks, Dawgs are a brand name and they have a number of small paw prints on the soles. If a tracker was tracking you he might think a herd of Mexican Cheewawas were stalking you.
Anyways, I was wearing a pair of Dawgs on my way down the stairs when one of them slipped off and caused me to lose my footing. Hoping to avert a catastrophe I grasped the railing. Unfortunately for me it just popped off the wall like a pushpin out of drywall. Lucky for me it swung so hard against the opposite wall as to put a hole right through it and wedge itself there. Once again Albert's equation comes to mind. There was a build up of energy as the mass of my body gained velocity. The railing bowed just like a bow ready to release it's arrow. I've sometimes wondered when you jump with a bungee cord, if, at the exact moment it reaches it's limit and begins to retract, you could release it and drop to the ground unharmed. You would need precise timing, that's how I felt when the bow of the hand rail reached it's limit, however, I missed the opportunity and was flung back toward the wall from whence I had started. The good news was I was headed upward, the bad news was I hit my head with such force it put another hole in the drywall. I understand that when you're unconscious you sometimes do better in a fall. I was on the basement floor when I woke up not too bad for wear. I know science has told us we only use 10 % of our brains. I'm starting to think mine uses about two and a half. As I was laying on the floor, 96% of my brain should have been saying, "Eddie boy, it's time to call it a night." Instead the other 2 and 1/2 was saying. "Hey, Eddie boy, I think we got time to finish installing the bathroom sink.
Next thing I know, I'm lying on my back trying to wedge myself through the opening under the sink. E=mc2, that's the one. My feet and legs were providing the energy, my shoulders were the mass, but, I'm telling you there wasn't any speed. Not until that middle support between the doors broke. Then there was speed, I shot into that opening fast, the only thing that slowed me down was my head hitting the drywall again. That's when I saw it, the light at the end of the tunnel, I know some people say don't go toward the light, but, I was just going to take a quick peek. That's when I took the blow to my eye. Turns out, the light was coming from the upper end of the drain pipe. I thought the tunnel looked a tad tight but in my defense I didn't think the body came with. I could be a freak in a circus show. HALF MAN HALF RACOON. Instead I'm just another guy with a black eye. Anyway, I have to go I've got a couple holes in drywall to fix.
Have a great day
Loved
Anyways, I was wearing a pair of Dawgs on my way down the stairs when one of them slipped off and caused me to lose my footing. Hoping to avert a catastrophe I grasped the railing. Unfortunately for me it just popped off the wall like a pushpin out of drywall. Lucky for me it swung so hard against the opposite wall as to put a hole right through it and wedge itself there. Once again Albert's equation comes to mind. There was a build up of energy as the mass of my body gained velocity. The railing bowed just like a bow ready to release it's arrow. I've sometimes wondered when you jump with a bungee cord, if, at the exact moment it reaches it's limit and begins to retract, you could release it and drop to the ground unharmed. You would need precise timing, that's how I felt when the bow of the hand rail reached it's limit, however, I missed the opportunity and was flung back toward the wall from whence I had started. The good news was I was headed upward, the bad news was I hit my head with such force it put another hole in the drywall. I understand that when you're unconscious you sometimes do better in a fall. I was on the basement floor when I woke up not too bad for wear. I know science has told us we only use 10 % of our brains. I'm starting to think mine uses about two and a half. As I was laying on the floor, 96% of my brain should have been saying, "Eddie boy, it's time to call it a night." Instead the other 2 and 1/2 was saying. "Hey, Eddie boy, I think we got time to finish installing the bathroom sink.
Next thing I know, I'm lying on my back trying to wedge myself through the opening under the sink. E=mc2, that's the one. My feet and legs were providing the energy, my shoulders were the mass, but, I'm telling you there wasn't any speed. Not until that middle support between the doors broke. Then there was speed, I shot into that opening fast, the only thing that slowed me down was my head hitting the drywall again. That's when I saw it, the light at the end of the tunnel, I know some people say don't go toward the light, but, I was just going to take a quick peek. That's when I took the blow to my eye. Turns out, the light was coming from the upper end of the drain pipe. I thought the tunnel looked a tad tight but in my defense I didn't think the body came with. I could be a freak in a circus show. HALF MAN HALF RACOON. Instead I'm just another guy with a black eye. Anyway, I have to go I've got a couple holes in drywall to fix.
Have a great day
Loved
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