We haven't played in the sand box for a few months have we, dear diary? So let's do that this week since I have so many topics to cover and so little time.
First, it's back to school for the kids. Do you recall your school days? Remember those times when kids had the opportunity to actually walk to school with friends and acquaintances? Now they ride buses, no matter where they live. So much for active lifestyles. I wonder if they stare out the windows or do they stare at the smartphone or iPad screen?
It's also the end of the gardening season which evokes another great memory raiding gardens in my hometown. We only did it for the risk factor, to see if we would get caught. I'm sorry, but that's what stupid kids did, and our town was full of them. The treasure the gardener would have to give up due to our intrusion would usually be two carrots or one onion. It would always be something we could take home and consume. That's why I never snatched cucumbers or zucchinis. I don't like cucumbers and zucchinis. There is no value in them. Everyone has zucchini. Even crappy gardeners like me can grow zucchinis. They are the weeds of the gardening world.
Years later when I returned to my hometown to be a newspaper guy there for a few years, some of the same people whose gardens I raided as a kid offered me produce by the tonnes. The bride and I didn't have a garden, but everyone surrounding us did. It seemed every day after work we'd get home and there would be beets, turnips, potatoes, cucumbers (bride likes them), carrots, onions, etc. heaped on our back step. We rarely knew who brought the stuff over. We would end up having to leave notes on the back door asking them to cease when we ran out of space. Or, we'd leave our produce order. "We have lots of carrots, but getting short on onions do you mind?" They never did. That's the great thing about living in small towns. I hear that some people in cities actually buy cucumbers and zucchinis in grocery stores. How sad!
Hey, all you global warming alarmists, take your lobbying efforts to the major airlines and tell them to cut back on their flights. One Winnipeg to TO flight muddies up the ozone and emits more gases than hundreds of thousands of vehicles on the roads. See how far you can get with those protests. I know, railroads and pipelines are easier to attack, but I say, take your arguments to China and the airlines. They are the major league polluters. Canada is little league in this game. But, of course, we're the low hanging fruit for the movement aren't we?
How about those new CFL uniforms? Ouch. The poor Bombers had to sport the worst of a bad bunch (so far). The designers forgot to include Bomber gold in the LSD inspired pattern. They looked more like ill Argonauts after somebody threw up on their helmets. Our Riders looked like guys in lime green scuba gear. The Lions, well, we couldn't see the numbers and those Ottawa Two Colours, that one defies description.
But, hey, other than that, those new unis looked pretty good.
I was going to do a little pontificating on the subject of drone aircraft intruding on the lives of the unsuspecting, but I don't believe I have enough space to give it a full airing, so we'll leave you now, dear diary. Enjoy the warm weather that is supposed to be here by now.
