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Tuesday, 26 September 2017

I Wonder

Sunday we went to an open house at the Elliott Community.  We have been on a waiting list for a condominium to come available for close to four years now.  We were told at the time it would be a two to three year wait.  We are currently number 30something or other.  I wonder if we'll ever get there.  When we first went on the list there was no restriction against having pets, there is now.  Not an issue for us as we don't have pets.  There is also a restriction against smoking in the building including the individual units.  Again, not an issue for us.  But I wonder how many more restrictions will crop up over time?  It was a steamy day on Sunday with temps around 32F feeling more like 40 with the humidity.  I kind of thought not many would show up because of the heat (old folks and all you know) so we went because we didn't want staff to go to all the trouble of setting up the goodies and the pamphlets and having tour guides on hand for nothing.  The place was jammed with oldies fanning themselves with the pamphlets.  They were telling the newbies it would be at least a six year wait for a unit.  I wonder how many of those decrepit old souls will still be alive in six years but it didn't seem to deter them one bit.
I gazed around the room while waiting.  Everyone dressed to the nines and rigged out with their pearl necklaces and ties.  We were the only ones in bluejeans and T shirts.  I wonder how we will fit in if we ever to get a unit.  

Monday, 25 September 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was started by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Diane thought Mondays could use a little tweaking.  Each week she provides a prompt.  You don't need to use it but its there, just in case don't you know.  Procrastinating Donkey (also in my side bar) participates as do I.  There is always room for more.  Why not join in...write, read, critique...it's all good.

This weeks prompt is..well..it's...underwear.


The topic today
is underwear.
I can't think of anything
I'm willing to share
about either outer
or under
wear
except that I wouldn't like
to be going bare.
I don't really care
what you wear
I just don't want to see
your underwear.
So pull your pants up
little man.

Sunday, 24 September 2017

Canada Welcomes the Invictus Games

We watched the opening ceremonies last night....watched the parade of proud and wounded warriors as they marched into the stadium, heads held high, flags waving.   We listened to Prince Harry as he welcomed them.   We listened to these men and women as they talked about what this event meant to them.  It didn't matter whether they were men, women,  LGBTQ or what is euphemistically referred to as 'straight', Canadian, British, Australian, from Denmark, Afghanistan.  It didn't matter if they were Jewish or Christian, Muslim or any other religion.  They were/are our heroes.
If you didn't know, the name of the games is taken from a poem written by William Ernest Henley
entitled
Invctus

Out of the night that covers me, 
      Black as the pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
      For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
      I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
      My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
      Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
      Finds and shall find me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
      How charged with punishments the scroll, 
I am the master of my fate, 
      I am the captain of my soul. 



Mumblings

I have been known to be confused by simple things.  Case in point.  Our little twice weekly free newspaper prints the weeks deaths on the "Life" page.  On the Life page you find births, birthdays, marriages, anniversaries , graduations and death.  When I questioned this I was told that death is a part of life.  Well...vegetables, car accidents, weather and war are also part of life but you don't find them on the "Life" page.  The common cold, store closings and movies are part of life as well but again..... Why not just call the paper "Life" and sprinkle little bits and pieces of things all through the paper.  Death is death.  It always used to be found under Deaths or Obituaries.  When did Death become Life?  See what I mean.  I'm easily confused.  

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Saturday's Snort

What did the traffic light say to the car?

(don't look, I'm going to change)

Friday, 22 September 2017

Confession Time

I've been married for forty three years and I'm here to say, I'm TIRED of it.  Oh, not the marriage part.  I'm tired of 43 years of meal planning and preparation.  I still like to eat though so what's a gal to do?
I admit we eat out once in  a while, like maybe three times a week, at least.  So why is my grocery bill so high?  I don't get it.
I still wake up in the night and find myself 'stewing' over what to prepare for lunch and supper the next day.  I'm losing precious sleep over this.  I'm in a 'jam' or a 'pickle' you might say.  Is it just me or is 43 years long enough to have to think about what to cook?

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Who Said That?

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
..........................unknown.............................
Don't ruin today by worrying about tomorrow.  You only get one 'today'.
..........................my mom..............................