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Victoria Day weekend here - cold as charity, too, and most of the day it was cloudy with occasional bits of rain. I hope it's clearer tomorrow because I would like to walk around the neighbourhood and photograph some of the lovely flowering trees and lilacs. If it's too windy, though, there's not much point - though I could set my camera on 'sport' and that might catch the blooms as they flap about in the wind. Maybe I can remember that thought until tomorrow!!
The patient is recovering - one night in hospital, and then sent home...had they not been hard pressed for beds, they might have kept him in another day, but as the plumbing was functioning ok, they waved goodbye.
I think I picked up something in there though - and what with stress and worry about this and that, I'm ripe for anything going. My Chinese doctor's nostrums may keep it at bay, if it isn't too powerful an invasion. I tell you, one more ache or pain anywhere within these walls, and I am not going to be responsible for my actions. My patience is so thin you can see through it, but I feel very virtuous in that it doesn't show too much (only a little, now and then, maybe, heh - well, I'm trying.).
Daniel, my number three grandson (I think - yes, Alexander is number one, Elliott is number two, Daniel is number three, and Mark number four) is getting married in July, and his mum told me all about the dress she found to wear...sounds terrific, and when she sends photos, I'll post one or two. I hope she lets her hair grow out half an inch more - right now it is so short I can hardly see it....to each his own, and that's how she likes it.
Is there anyone in here old enough to remember that song? I'm sure it was called just that "To Each His Own", and I also think it was Nat King Cole who sang it.
Obviously I have nothing at all to say - just complaining about the cold weather (it's only 7C now, or 44F). But the old saying in Ontario is never take off your long underwear until after the 24th of May. We used to have a holiday on the 24th of May, Queen Victoria's birthday, but now it's a weekend ahead of it so all us old timers get thoroughly confused. There are so many immigrants now in politics, that the reasons behind a lot of our holidays' names are lost to them, and so they want to change the names, or the dates, or whatever, and it is quite distressing to older Canadians.
The city of Toronto is so strapped for money, as is the transit system (about the only one in the world not subsidized by the province or state), they contemplate selling things like the stops on the subway - such as Bloor Street station might become Rogers Station (Rogers being a cable company with pots of money which they would pay the transit people in return for the name). The Skydome, a name chosen and voted on by the Toronto citizens, was changed to Rogers Stadium as soon as Rogers bought it. You know, the whole essence of life changed when the MBA Degree caught on.
Did you know that in Qatar there is an education city where prominent, good American universities have campuses? Qatar pays for EVERYTHING. The buildings are magnificent, with marvellous architecture. I saw a documentary this morning about it - they're co-educational, provide the same quality education as do those in the US - I think it's marvellous; all those young people from all over the middle-east learning together, living together, eating together - no factions, no wars within the walls. Gives one hope that by the time they graduate, they will be able to change the attitudes of both worlds to one of accord. Am I dreaming? I hope not.
Here's a pic of a flowering tree branch - took it in 2005 with my old digital camera:
Lush, ain't they? I'll see if I can get some nice pics tomorrow of lilacs. On our property none of the beds have any tulips in them this year - for those who sit outside the nursing/retirement home the view is terribly drab and depressing. I don't know what those lawn cretins are up to - the beds are tended, but what happened to all the tulips this year, I wonder. And they cut down the flowering tree, the scent of which used to waft up to the 8th floor and in through my kitchen window. I haven't dared to ask the management because I'm afraid I'll just rant.
Anyhow, till next time, toodle oo.
The patient is recovering - one night in hospital, and then sent home...had they not been hard pressed for beds, they might have kept him in another day, but as the plumbing was functioning ok, they waved goodbye.
I think I picked up something in there though - and what with stress and worry about this and that, I'm ripe for anything going. My Chinese doctor's nostrums may keep it at bay, if it isn't too powerful an invasion. I tell you, one more ache or pain anywhere within these walls, and I am not going to be responsible for my actions. My patience is so thin you can see through it, but I feel very virtuous in that it doesn't show too much (only a little, now and then, maybe, heh - well, I'm trying.).
Daniel, my number three grandson (I think - yes, Alexander is number one, Elliott is number two, Daniel is number three, and Mark number four) is getting married in July, and his mum told me all about the dress she found to wear...sounds terrific, and when she sends photos, I'll post one or two. I hope she lets her hair grow out half an inch more - right now it is so short I can hardly see it....to each his own, and that's how she likes it.
Is there anyone in here old enough to remember that song? I'm sure it was called just that "To Each His Own", and I also think it was Nat King Cole who sang it.
Obviously I have nothing at all to say - just complaining about the cold weather (it's only 7C now, or 44F). But the old saying in Ontario is never take off your long underwear until after the 24th of May. We used to have a holiday on the 24th of May, Queen Victoria's birthday, but now it's a weekend ahead of it so all us old timers get thoroughly confused. There are so many immigrants now in politics, that the reasons behind a lot of our holidays' names are lost to them, and so they want to change the names, or the dates, or whatever, and it is quite distressing to older Canadians.
The city of Toronto is so strapped for money, as is the transit system (about the only one in the world not subsidized by the province or state), they contemplate selling things like the stops on the subway - such as Bloor Street station might become Rogers Station (Rogers being a cable company with pots of money which they would pay the transit people in return for the name). The Skydome, a name chosen and voted on by the Toronto citizens, was changed to Rogers Stadium as soon as Rogers bought it. You know, the whole essence of life changed when the MBA Degree caught on.
Did you know that in Qatar there is an education city where prominent, good American universities have campuses? Qatar pays for EVERYTHING. The buildings are magnificent, with marvellous architecture. I saw a documentary this morning about it - they're co-educational, provide the same quality education as do those in the US - I think it's marvellous; all those young people from all over the middle-east learning together, living together, eating together - no factions, no wars within the walls. Gives one hope that by the time they graduate, they will be able to change the attitudes of both worlds to one of accord. Am I dreaming? I hope not.
Here's a pic of a flowering tree branch - took it in 2005 with my old digital camera:
Lush, ain't they? I'll see if I can get some nice pics tomorrow of lilacs. On our property none of the beds have any tulips in them this year - for those who sit outside the nursing/retirement home the view is terribly drab and depressing. I don't know what those lawn cretins are up to - the beds are tended, but what happened to all the tulips this year, I wonder. And they cut down the flowering tree, the scent of which used to waft up to the 8th floor and in through my kitchen window. I haven't dared to ask the management because I'm afraid I'll just rant.
Anyhow, till next time, toodle oo.