Inspiration strikes – when Inspiration strikes. This ‘Year,’ will begin and end on March 1. Hang onto your seats! Here we go. The theme will be Chaos And Confusion. I’ll be Chaos, if you’ll handle the confusion.
COVID masks, COVID masks
COVID all the way
(To the tune of Jingle Bells)
We washed the son’s work jacket…. And his 10 year old flip-phone.
Might be the origin of the term “Clean and Jerk”
The wife’s last visit to a Physiotherapist, for a pulled back muscle.
My last cold wait outside – here.
The neighbors’ version of Groundhog Day. Canadian weather changes quickly in the spring.
It’s Ours! It’s Ours! It’s Ours!
Paid off a 25-year mortgage in just over 17 years. Can’t decide how to celebrate – McDonalds for a sundae strains the entertainment budget.
Here we go round the Mulberry bush
Hardly a bush, this young tree was 6’ – as tall as the Grandson – when we planted it five years ago. The winter’s snows have all disappeared. Soon I will have to mow my back yard again.
The daughter and I got some COVID freedom and fresh air when I drove her to a dental appointment. During the wait, I rewarded myself with a visit to the second-best French fries outlet – on the other side of town. Finally open for the season at Easter, in a freestanding ex-Dairy Queen building.
With a great-grandson on the way, the wife went into nesting mode. She knitted a 36” X 48” crib blanket. The checkerboard pattern is ‘Wee Bean,’ for our oncoming wee bean.
Step on a crack – Break your Mother’s back
I’ll set you straight.
A visit to our Chiropractor. Just another on the long list of our medical specialists.
Our magnolia bush. Its blossoms only last a couple of days, but it’s gorgeous while it lasts. Usually it is completely covered in blooms, but a late-April freeze and snowstorm delayed/killed about half the flowers.
A shopping trip past the new Google building, erected on the bones of my old auto-parts plant.
She doesn’t rub me the wrong way.
The ‘Happy Ending’ at our massage therapist is loosened computer-shoulders.
Dolly Parton once said that it cost a lot of money, to look that cheap.
It is fortunate that it’s my retirement benefits package which pays so much, to keep us in good physical shape.
A free, origami Lotus blossom, picked up at our Multicultural festival, before COVID struck. It represents peace and tranquility – I need all I can get.
A trip to our out-of-town Vet, past 1920s Commemorative ‘Pioneer Tower,’ to recall the 1820s arrival of Pennsylvania Dutch/ German immigrants
The best French fry wagon in town. Sure looks permanent, for a trailer. Hello delicious. Goodbye diet – and I found a new little knife. See Look Sharp
To celebrate Canada Day on July 1, the son adopted an immigrant. It crawled over the remains of Trump’s wall, shouting, “To Hell with Dia de los Muertos, I’m here for the Maple syrup.”
The replacement building at the nearby Farmers’ Market for the wooden structure that burned, five years ago.
The nearby branch of the city library. With up to 5000 total books per day located, moved and curbside delivered, these folks were local heroes, getting me and many others through the lockdown.
My 1952 print dictionary, which I am giving up for digital. 2000 pages for $20.00 – purchased at a country schoolyard flea-market in 1972, in Mar Ontario – population 4.
The wife and I finally got our second COVID vaccination. That’s one infection you don’t need to worry about contracting from me.
Ex-Public Utilities Commission building which handled the 20th Century electrification of Kitchener, and eventually became the Grandson’s Starbucks.
A lovely, hand-made glass flower that the daughter gave us. I stuck it in a planter on the back deck. Storm winds turned it slightly. The neighbors worried that we’d installed a security camera – facing them.
I helped the grandson pick up a new chair for his mother, and almost stepped on this cat.
(It was a carved stone cat which we both thought was real The photo may be added later…. if I can just find it.) 😛
Perhaps the most boring week of my life – not that I’m complaining. At my age, boring is good. The most exciting thing that happened was my newspaper got delivered.
W/O Sept 14
I did it! I lasted long enough to celebrate my 77th birthday. We voted in a Federal election the day before. I did not get the present of a new Prime Minister – one who wasn’t a spoiled trust-fund baby.
Canadian Thanksgiving. COVID restrictions on group size had been relaxed, and all of us had had two vaccine shots. We were all able to gather for a family meal, with the GREAT-grandson (above) as the honored guest.
COVID19 is going down for the count. The Americans let vaccinated Canadians into the country – but the Canadian bureaucrats insisted on a $200 test to get back into Canada. Soon, Galleria and Boulevard Mall, soon.
Spring has sprung – Fall has fell – and there’s 6 inches of Partly Cloudy on my Canadian deck. I published this photo a few years ago, but it’s become ritual with this home-owner. This year’s version is indistinguishable.
Those who do not learn from the mistakes of history, are doomed to repeat them.
The relaxation of COVID19 restaurant restrictions allowed us to go to Red Lobster to celebrate our 54th wedding anniversary.
And the lion shall lie down with the lamb
With our three cats and two dogs, our Vet wonders if they get along with each other.
Two weeks ago, I took two quarters from a pay phone slot. Last week I found a dime in a change-counter machine overflow. This week I found 61 pennies, because the machines are now set to eject them. 15 of them were American – which went in our We’ll get to Detroit for a weekend shopping after COVID, fund.
At a COVID-permitted family Christmas gathering, I found some strange man holding my GREAT-grandson Rowan back, to keep him from lunging at the camera.
Well, here’s another fine year we’ve got ourselves into. (Laurel and Hardy – here’s another fine mess) Survive, or submit, it’s up to us to make the best of it.
We don’t have enough knives in this house, so we adopted yet another, which came back to the son’s plant in an ‘empty’ shipping container.
W/O Jan. 17
To get our third COVID (booster) shot, we had to go downtown, to the recently-ex Regional Municipal Building. Are more COVID and booster shots still in the future?? Will this never end?
I think I can. I think I can.
I thought I could. I thought I could.
Slow and steady wins the race.
After ten+ years, I published 1500 posts.
COVID restrictions relaxed – again, just in time to book a reservation to celebrate the wife’s 73rd birthday. Dining was at half capacity. Our timing was perfect. Everyone else found out about it, and the NEXT DAY you couldn’t get a table at gunpoint. 😯
So we end the year right where we began it – at Costco – only a little closer to free food samples again.
strolling through a year in my life – lotsa good readin’, if ya like pitchers. I will be purveying prose on Friday. C U then. 😀