This week’s column will be yet another potpourri. I have looked at several different topics to write about, but rapidly changing events and the dreadful heat which has gripped Toronto “by the throat” has made me decide to address a number of issues today.
My last column touched on the process of getting Internet and cable access at Chez Montreuil. As a lot happened after my press deadline, I decided this week to fill in the blanks for you, Loyal Reader.
This week’s column will be brief, as my unlimited Internet is down and I am using my smartphone data plan.
As you may know, my dear Betty has moved in with me and we are working on getting Chez Montreuil functioning to her liking a). Progress is being made, slow and steady, but Progress nonetheless
Things at Chez Montreuil are coming together nicely, so this week, I am going back to revisit some of the stranger events of my track career. As I was thinking through my memories, these three came front and centre. so here they are.
As this column is published, I will be about to experience a new and glorious era here at Chez Montreuil. The downside of this, of course, is that I must deal with the Augean Stables of my apartment. Hence, a brief, punchy, “punchdrunk?” column again this week.
I have always thought that those who have a bumper sticker reading “I love Jesus” on their car often drive as if they are in a “perishing” hurry to make His acquaintance. Frankly, that’s the only reason I can conjure up to explain the various pastors 1) who, in defiance of government directives to not assemble in large groups, did so, especially at Easter. I have seen video of various and assorted of these “servants of God” mocking this deadly disease, “protecting” their flocks with “holy” handkerchiefs in at least one case, or simply declaring this menace “illegal” and casting it out.(Yes, that will do it. Satan trembles in fear of your power…..or at least envies your Gulfstream V private jet.)
This week I am going to write about more of my athletic endeavours from the dim and distant past, from the last millennium, from when my tummy was flat and my hair was brown and curly, from when ….
I have described what a life changing experience it was for me to go to high school. While my parents had been, and continued to be, liberal, my separate school environment had been pretty restrictive. Now, however, surrounded by people who thought differently from me, I began to push to expand my horizons and grow my world. So I decided that I would try out for organized extramural sports. I looked at the football team, but decided that my 136 pounds of lean, sinewy adolescent would probably not survive too many tackles.
Well, between the glacial pace of my computer startup and a bad case of late onset writer’s block, this will be an interesting column.
I am not going to write about what I was going to write about, which is my office. No, today I am going to write about one part of the health care system in Ontario, to give praise to an unsung group of people.
As you know, I am still dealing with Lois’ passing. Last week, I had to have my little buddy Reg put down. Depression has been prevalent in my life over the last while, often pinning me into bed until 1:00 P.M.
I dream about Lois and I think of things that I should have said to her, ways that I could have made her feel even more loved than she was… I finally got Lois’ apartment cleaned out and I have a lot of her things at my apartment, so it sort of looks like a submarine before setting out on patrol, with every surface covered with boxes.
September 14th marks Reg the Cat’s birthday. He turned 14 this year, but sad events overshadowed everything else this year, and the celebration was muted. However, here is my tribute to my little buddy for this year.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 