We have lots of ground to cover today dear diary, so let’s get at it.
First off, we’ll discuss my embarrassment over the fact I still haven’t conquered my vehicle’s GPS system. I’ve owned it for four years now and read the manual and had one person demonstrate, but of course that was when I had 4,322 other electronic wonders to embrace. We all know how useless manuals are, although I admit, I used it to teach myself how to adjust the mirrors.
The GPS dilemma hasn’t bothered me much since I generally know where I’m going. (Please suppress your smile at the aforementioned statement, you know what I mean).
Two summers ago, the bride and I were looking for a spot in Yorkton. We eventually learned you can’t program GPS while the vehicle is moving.
We laughed at our stupidity and the fact the electronic world was looking out for our safety while we weren’t. Even stationary, we didn’t unfold the puzzle.
Nor have I figured out how to control the favourites channels and artists on my Sirius system. I just voice command or touch screen myself to distraction. And hands free cell? 4gedaboudit.
I do love the cup holders, though. I know how they work.
So lessons learned, while no lessons learned, if you get my drift.
Just wanted you to know, dear diary, I am not a perfect person. Not that you had any doubts.
While I am in the confession booth, while not being Catholic, I have to admit that for the first time since turning 18, I failed to vote in an election … civic, provincial, federal.
I was on a bus last Wednesday and STC did not provide a mobile vote. I knew I was going to be away and fully intended to cast a ballot at the Saturday advance poll. I was working that day, got tied up in my supposed duties, and by the time I realized I hadn’t made it to city hall to vote, the poll was closed.
According to the old saying, I can’t complain about anything going on in city council now, because I failed to vote.
Right. Like I’m going to take that to heart. Whining about council stuff is the most fun of all, isn’t it? I know my rights and rites.
Did you know that under Sunny Way Sequel’s regime, you can now fill out an application to get the job as a senator? How cool is that? Apparently you go online and fill in the details and eureka, you too, could be a Canadian senator.
There is hope for me yet. Of course, I will fill out the application as efficiently as I have mastered by vehicle’s GPS system.
We leave this week on a thoughtful note.
Years ago I had the opportunity to interview Scotty Munro, the fabled junior hockey coach who guided several players to NHL status and spent time behind the Estevan Bruin bench. Scotty died a short time after our talk. I ran across the interview the other day while searching for something else.
Munro noted, “you don’t make hockey players with weekend coaches and hockey clinics. Any coach can teach hockey. The secret is to get inside the kid, find out what makes him tick. You must do that before you can make a complete hockey player out of him … and a good man. Develop the player and the man. Championships can come later.”
Nuff said.
