“Light and Fire”
Bell’Arte Singers
8 p.m., Church of the Holy Trinity (Eaton Centre), Toronto, ON
From this singer’s point of view it was a great concert: an audience of quality, appreciativeness and quantity made it just so. No glaring mistakes that I’m aware of. Now my wife and I can look forward to free Saturday mornings to do other things.
I’m posting tonight as I’m off to Port Hope in the morning to be at my Reverend Uncle Bill’s 25th anniversary celebration service since becoming a United Church minister. This is particularly noteworthy to my wife and I as we were just the second happly couple he married. We’ll be getting together with my aunt and uncle, my cousins' families and my sister and her kids will be there. I’ll be picking up my brother and his family on the way.
Though I took the day off, I kept myself rather busy. The lawn needed cutting again, after less than a week, with all the rain we’ve been getting lately. I replaced the brake on my rollerblades and went for a spin as a “low impact”alternative to running. In the afternoon I went in to work as the project team which I had been a member of early last year received an award from our parent company. Each of us received a framed, personalized notice and a envelope detailing a monetary award which will be included in our next pay cheque. I appreciate the gesture.
After cake and beverages and a chat with our new “acting”president, I went downtown by TTC to look for bamboo poles in “China”town. The theme for the concert my wife’s music classes are presenting is water. She requires some “fishing rods.”Once I found the poles (6 × 4’ long for $3 plus tax) I walked over to Dundas and Yonge Street to see what was going on at the Dundas Square launch: lots of people and Toronto’s finest to keep things orderly. They closed off part of Yonge Street which reminded me of the so-called “Yonge Street Mall”of more than 25 years ago. This incarnation isn’t nearly the same — just a closed off street. And Dundas Square is neither New York’s Times Square nor London’s Piccadilly Circus, just a wannabe for now.
And finally after wandering around the Eaton Centre I went over and sang with our choir at the second dress rehearsal for tonight’s concert. This session went much better than Wednesday’s.
While waiting for the subway, I discovered the “interesting”combination of thong underwear and hip hugger pants. A young woman was pointing out something to a TTC inspector over the edge of the subway platform. To my mind ‘twas a far better view than ``plumber’s crack!''
- Dress Rehearsal The choir didn’t “peak too early”last night. The Church of the Holy Trinity reminded my of some smaller European churches I’ve either visited or sung in. Lack of air circulation and the higher humidity of late made it rather muggy inside. I’m not looking forward to sporting the tux on Saturday.
- Lunch on the Deck One pleasant aspect about taking the day off and spending the day at home was having my lunch out on the deck. During the week it is much less likely someone will fire up the lawn mower or other power tool and spoil the serenity.
- Last Post I installed the last post on the south east corner of the deck just after lunch. It went much faster then the first corner ’cuz I’d done it before. It also helped that the nails in the side of the joist were driven in straight so I managed to avoid drilling into them when I installed the carriage bolt holes. Just as I finished up it started to sprinkle and, about a quarter of an hour later, it turned into a thunderstorm.
- Nap I took an actual nap this afternoon. I can’t remember the last time I did that apart from the occasional resting my eyes incidents at work during mid-afternoon. Probably going to bed after 11:30 p.m., waking up at 5:30 a.m. to drive my wife to the airport and running 10 km had something to do with it.
Well, I have some time to kill before going our first of two dress rehearsals for our Light and Fire concert at the Church of the Holy Trinity in downtown Toronto. I hope my voice can last as a couple of the works are written with quite a high tessitura, even for baritones. At least for the next couple of days I will be on vacation so I can sleep in a bit and relax my voice. I’m anxious to start building and installing railings on my deck.
“Borrowed”from rec.humor.funny.
This is a real LETTER TO THE EDITOR from a recent issue of the NEW SCIENTIST magazine:
``NEW SCIENTIST readers are concerned about their e-mail boxes being bombarded with spam, and the need for more and better filters. However, they seem to have overlooked the benefits to be gained from all these spam messages. For instance, I have been accepting all offers made to me by e-mail since the beginning of this year, and my penis is now 43 meters long.''
Despite the clematis vine and trellis right beside the deck, I installed the penultimate railing post pretty quickly this evening. One more to go at the corner and then I’ll be ready to tackle the railings. I plan to take Thursday and Friday off to start this. However on Thursday I’ll be up bright and early at 5 a.m. ish to take my wife to the airport. She’ll be going stateside for a visit. My son and I will be on our own until Sunday.
I required an extra cup of coffee — I attended a training session on the “Project Builder”module of our new SAP “do-everything”accounting and project management system. Tomorrow we look at the revenue side: I can hardly wait (zzzzzzz!). Perhaps, when I have more time I’ll take some screen shots and discuss the SAP method of interface design. Obviously the SAP people have never used Microsoft, Apple or even looked at Xerox Parc's original GUI designs. Very busy, very complex and very non-standard even between their own screens.
The only poignant note at my high school reunion was to find out a very dear friend, my first vocal teacher, mentor, choir director and organist died in a “single vehicle”accident several years ago. He’d probably be in 70’s if were living. I suspect he terminated his own life — probably due to a terminal illness diagnosis. He had told me on several occasions he would probably end his life by crashing his car into a concrete abutment. John Herbert Purdy, the man I could call my “father”(My biological father only participated in my life as a visitor once or twice a month for a couple of hours ever since my parents separated and then divorced when I was 13.). My second “vocation”as chorister and singer was greatly encouraged by this man. And, as I have said before, I met my wife in his choir and I know he was instrumental in nudging me towards getting to know this loving woman: “I have these two ballet tickets I can’t use, why don’t you take Julie?”Since he moved away from Toronto and I had moved out to Mississauga we had lost touch: probably on purpose. John liked to move every once in awhile and “start over again.”As a church organist he usually stayed on three years; after that time period church people usually seemed to take him for granted. He hated that. About ten years ago he did manage to come to a concert, I forget if my wife or I were soloists or not at that time. Anyway, I’m sure he knew that we were still together (married 25 years next month!) and still singing.
The 70’s decade party on Friday evening was super. Imagine over 400 people, most of whom haven’t seen each other in 20 to 30 years, all talking and reminiscing. It was loud! You could barely hear the DJ’s music. My voice is still hoarse. I certainly had trouble making the “high”notes (above middle C) at the regular Saturday morning choir rehearsal. I met and chatted with (in no particular order) Rob, Rocco, Bob, Barb, Sandra, Linda, Lou-Ann, Brenda, Sally, Tim, Gord, Trevor, Neil, Lyle, Steve, Jerry, Stan, Shona, Julie, Pat, Goeff, Alvis, Paul, Susan, Gail, Ellen, Barb, Fran, Karen, Alan, John, Mr. O’Conner, Mr. Sumner, Mr. Gillings and many others whom I’ll recall as the days go by. Not only was this a reunion after thirty years: I go back with some of these people 40+ years to when we were kids on Hammersmith Avenue in the Beaches (or The Beach as it is sometimes known) where I grew up. We even talked about kindergarten teachers.
Of course I chatted with and kissed Jacquie, the woman from our year – 1973, who has been organizing this 70’s reunion since last July. Three cheers and an “Onward Malvern”to her for a fantastic job.
Should be a blast with over four hundred adults between 20 and 30 years out of high school being 18 and 19 year olds again. Will we have time to dance and carouse with all those years of catching up to do? I see from the attendee list, mailed late last night, some of our teachers and principals will also attend. Of course I’ll have to behave anyway since I’m bringing my wife. 
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“Gravity cannot be held responsible for two people falling in love.''
Albert Einstein
However the best comment I heard about today’s weather is that it occurred on a work day rather than on the long weekend. Amen to that. It was pouring so hard when I left work I used the poncho I keep at work for thunderstorm emergencies rather than the umbrella I had with me. The poncho covers me and the knapsack, too.
At work we are now the proud owners of chintzy name plates. They sort of resemble a couple of pieces of plastic cut with a jig saw in an oval rectangular shape. Then what appears to be black electrical tape was use to frame it. Our name and the company logo in black and white are just a strip of paper inserted inside. Methinks I’ll use the colour laserjet to improve the logo and my name.
I installed two more “run of the joist” posts and a difficult corner post. In order for the corner post to line up properly with both sides I had to install a 2×4 to support half of the post. When I drilled the first carriage bolt hole I hit a nail. So I substituted a metal drill. It was only 3/8”rather than ½”so I had to file out the last bit of nail in order to get the carriage bolt in the hole. I didn’t hit a nail with the second hole. Once I had the 2×4 in place (nicely vertical by the way) I installed a 2×2 on the other side of the post. I was lucky this time. Since I am working in the corner the bolts could have intersected. Fortunately they didn’t, though I didn’t have that much room to turn the wrench. I used ½”by 3”lag screws to attach the post to the 2×2 and the 2×4. Now it’s a solid, vertical on two axes, corner post. The other corner should be easy.
I have decided, based on my experience with the corner post, I will use lag screws rather than long bolts, thus obviating the need to purchase a long ½”drill bit. Instead I will exchange those long 8”bolts for 3”lag screws. So item 4 will be to drill two holes parallel to the deck joist in each 2×2 for a total of 4 lag screws. The post in the middle of the header joist in now solid. The posts in the middle of side joists will require bridging as they flex a little bit. Perhaps this will improve once the railing is in place.
I bought posts for my deck railings which have a notch in the base so you can bolt it to the side joists of your deck. However I have discovered the joists around the deck are not absolutely vertical but tilt inward slightly. What to do? The solution I have come up with will be roughly as follows:
- Bolt two short vectical 2”x 2”pieces to the deck joist on either side of the railing post.
- Wedge the crack between the post and joist until the post is vertical.
- Temporarily attach the joist-bolted 2×2’s to the now vertical post with deck screws.
- Drill bolt holes through the side of the 2×2’s and post, i.e., parallel to the deck joist.
- Bolt the 2×2’s and post together.
- Test for “solidity.''
Today, I did buy a ½”spade bit for drilling carriage bolt holes; however, it wasn’t long enough to drill through 6”of wood. Unfortunately, the local Rona may be closed for the Victoria Day holiday tomorrow. Apart from this problem, the first post is standing proudly vertical; though, not solidly enough for a railing just yet.
The “just the browser folks”at Mozilla released a new browser under a new name. It used to be Phoenix ‘ceptin’ there were some ™ or © issues. Now it’s the mouthful, “MozillaFirebird.'' I started using Phoenix to post to my weblog a couple of versions ago. I find it handy to use Mozilla to check up href’s and google troll for snazzy images and use Phoenix cum MozillaFirebird to do the previewing and posting.
On Friday, May 23 we’re getting together for a 30th reunion party, so I have assembled a set of thumbnail images which link to bigger pictures where you can read the names.
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
13A | 13B | 13C | 13D | 13E | 13F
The co-ordinator of the 70’s reunion party for Malvern Collegiate Institute’s 100th anniversary asked for people to scan their pictures from the yearbook, the Muse. It turns most either don’t have a scanner or their 1973 Muse has disappeared. As the weather has been very dull and rainy for the last couple of days, I scanned in the Grade 13 “grad”pages of my copy of the 1973 yearbook. (I only had to erase one mustache — and no blackened teeth! I must have been more mature than I thought. I sometimes wonder about my 18 year old son in Grade 13, perhaps I worry too much. I certainly have a completely different perspective being a parent now rather than the “young punk”I once might have been.)
I sent Madame Coordinator the following links to class pictures: 13A, 13B, 13C, 13D, 13E, and 13F. Looking at my classmates' pictures brings back memories: girls I had a crush on, my friends, those I loathed (not too many of those) and some people I have absolutely no recollection of. Of course I had more hair back then and zits would have been a problem sometimes. Unlike my more hirsute classmates, I don’t think I was shaving regularly until my 20’s. Yes, it will be interesting indeed next week to see what my classmates of thirty years ago look like now and what they are doing. Will I recognize them, will they recognize me?
From A.Word.A.Day email newsletter.
retromingent (re-tro-MIN-jent) adjective
Urinating backwards.
noun
An animal that passes urine backwards, e.g. raccoon.
[From Latin retro- (back) + mingent, stem of mingens, past participle of mingere (to urinate).]
“When my turn came, I discovered that the bathrooms had been designed for a retromingent. The rest of the flight? Rather uneventful.''
Jeffrey Levine; The Concorde, Firsthand: Built for Speed, Not for Comfort; The Washington Post ; Dec 17, 1989.
“I can verify that camels are, indeed, retromingent.''
Sally Bixby Defty; Just Deserts Midnight at the Oasis Sing Your Camel to Bed; St. Louis Post-Dispatch; May 16, 1993.
Last night I attended the AGM and dinner of the Oakville Chorale Society at an Oakville hotel. Usually AGM’s are rather dull affairs — but not this one. Just before we ate supper, each of the seven tables was handed two sets of song lyrics. Each table was to choose one song to present to the rest of the choir and friends in any way they saw fit after the AGM business portion of the event. Our table chose to present Ol' Man River (none of us knew the other song). We rewrote the lyrics as Ol' Man Stainton in honour(?) of our director, poking fun at some of his choir rehearsal mannerisms. I’ll bet some of us didn’t even notice what we had for supper, busy as we were rewriting and planning our presentations. Mercifully, our president kept the AGM business brief. Our table was up first: a good thing for a couple of reasons. We “set”the standard and we didn’t have a “tough act to follow.”The “secret”judges, including a French judge, apparently voted our table the “winner”— though one of thoses judges actually sat at our table. In reality, of course, we all won: every table provided singing, dancing, general carryings-on and lots of laughs with their renditions of “Idle Vise'', “So Long, Farewell'', a G&S number and other songs whose titles I can’t recall. Hats off to James. Even though he’s a tenor he did a great job setting up the evening’s (self-)entertainment.
Aside: I sometimes wonder whether the “premium, all juice”wine I make at the local wine making store is a good value. The price is usually between $180 to $220 for 30 bottles. At the hotel bar, wine was $6.50 a glass. So that makes my batch worth 4 (glasses/bottle) x 30 × 6.50 = $780!
Very tired and sleepy today. Five late nights in a row are catching up to me. So, perhaps I should turn in now while I can still make it up the stairs. Good night all.
“Show Tune Spectacular”
8 p.m., Sheridan College Theatre, Trafalgar Road Campus, Oakville, ON
It’s been fun! Show tunes aren’t usually my favourite kind of music but, hey, you can’t ham up a Bach aria the way you can, say, “Wells Fargo Wagon”from Music Man, for example. We enjoyed ourselves despite being crammed on the small stage at the Sheridan College theatre. Costume changes, in place and on stage, were an adventure though we restricted ourselves to the taking on and off of hats and jackets or vests and sporting various props. I hope the audience had as good a time as the choir did — at least they could get a drink at the bar! Congratulations to the choir and director, Bev Stainton, for two sold-out houses and a good time for all.
I couldn’t find the aprés show pub: there didn’t seem to be any such location at Neyagawa and Dundas, so I came home and had a beer chez moi. Anyway, I’ll see some of the gang again on Tuesday at the AGM and dinner where (I hope!) the business part will be short and the “fun and frivolity”will predominate.
I have moved my automatic Toronto weather report and Ontario electricity demand data collection from the side panel to here. Since the automatic update script is working well enough it seems like a good idea to make it “permanent''. Because I designed it with server side includes I also made a separate page with a different style sheet containing the same information.
Since choir practice is out in the east end near Kingston Road and Queen Street and since neither my wife nor I had anything pressing this afternoon we walked along the boardwalk from Coxwell to just past this hut. It was pretty cool with a southeast wind from the lake. Some persons with large kites were being pulled by the winds and the blown sand lightly stung my bare legs. The only thing I really miss about growing up in “The Beaches”or “The Beach”was the boardwalk, the bike path, the beach and the lake — almost a seaside feeling without the salty air. Of course I disliked the crowds on warm, sunny weekends; but, during the week or when it was cool the boardwalk was a pleasant place to walk and think about things.
- Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach that person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks.
- I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and I think, “Well, that’s not going to happen.”
- Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
- Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder now days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to?
- Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.
- All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.
- Have you noticed that a slight tax increase costs you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents? [How true.]
- How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?
- In the 60’s people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal.
- Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
Seen on Completely Free Software email.
Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the other monkeys with cold water. After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result — all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.
Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted.
Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth.
Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.
After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana.
Why not?
Because as far as they know that’s the way it’s always been done around here.
And that, my friends, is how company policy begins.
From Clean Laffs (and lots of other places).
After I sent the re-worked M$ Word™ document to my project leader he called to say that Word complained the document had a macro. Was it a virus? Sheese, I’d forgotten I had typed in this VBA macro to erase the direct formatting and leave just the styles. However, when I tried to delete the macro (or edit it for that matter) I got the System Error &H80004500 message. I even rebooted the box and still got that message when I tried again. Finally I had to select the whole document (Ctrl-A) and copy it to a new one. Surprisingly (or maybe not ) it reduced the size of the document by 75%! What the heck was Word storing in the rest of it? Suffice it to say I sent the “new”document to my project leader. And I decided I would maintain a parallel version in LATEX using the MiKTEX distribution for Windows. Next time I’ll send the Word document together with a PDF file of the improved typeset version.
It’s nice to come back to my old friend LATEX — a proper typesetting program that I have been using on and off for several years.
I listened to CBC Radio One while driving to the library this evening. They had a couple of points of view of people who, when they are house guests, snoop in their hosts' medicine cabinets. Weird eh? Anyway one woman told about a friend who did this at parties and then make comments. Such as does someone in your house have allergies because I found antihistamines in you bathroom cupboard or did you know your aspirins are stale-dated? She had enough of her friend’s snooping so she and her husband borrowed their kid’s marbles and carefully put them on the medicine cabinet shelves. Then they had a party with the snoop and some of their other friends who weren’t too keen on her habits either. They put a sign on the main floor powder room that it was out of order. Part way into the evening the woman got up and went upstairs: the hosts and guests became quiet. After about five minutes, there was a huge racket of marbles falling on the vanity counter top, the toilet, everywhere. The snoop exited the party as quickly as she could amongst the laughter of the other guests.
The Saturday Star had an unusual consumer complaint: A couple ordered a stove from the store and a week later a fridge was delivered. The order was “computer friendly”— just a bunch of letters and digits. The sales person obviously had punched in the wrong code but it was going to be “difficult”to resolve as there was no “people friendly”description of what had been ordered.
A Mississauga News reporter called me in regards to Opera Mississauga. I guess this site pops up in Google when looking for information about Opera Mississauga. I couldn’t tell her much more than what than what I’ve already said on my web site. I wasn’t a part of the Opera, just part of the Oakville Choral Society who were “hired”to augment the chorus for Aïda. I told her the“hiring”was more likely in the form of a donation to the OCS. Choirs always need money to hire soloists and orchestras. Concerts would be rather dull with just piano accompaniment for something like, say, Handel’s Messiah, for example. Anyway the OCS director had already said I could pass along his number. (I forgot to mention that the reporter called earlier while I was out doing the deck edge trimming. I called the OCS director to find out if he had been talking to the News as I had sent him the recent articles and he had some strong feelings about the matter.)
There have been a couple of articles about OM in the News recently: a and b. Perhaps the paper is digging further. I wish them luck. How shall I put this diplomatically: I don’t believe the Maestro of OM is treating “everyone”with fairness and equality.
I went shopping today. The first big box lumber store didn’t have what I was looking for, though I did buy a flush trimmer bit for my router. The sales clerk commented on the price (about $30). I told her routers were like printers, they’re cheap but the accessories (bits or cartridges) cost an arm and a leg. As I was in this shopping kind of mood I tried the other big box lumber store in the area and found what I wanted: the PT spindles (balasters), newel posts, top rails and 2×4 bottom rails to surround my deck. I bought about 100 spindles though I will probably be returning some. Spent probably half a grand on this stuff. Though the deck is only 18 to 20 inches off the ground, we wouldn’t be able to entertain our friends with the one year old on the deck without a railing. And since I am building a railing I thought it would be nice to have spindles rather than the square balusters and boards that used to be there.
Tonight I tried the flush trimming bit to trim the deck boards flush with the joists.. I wore safety glasses, face mask because it is pressure-treated lumber. I guess I should have checked the little allen screw that holds the bearing on the bit. It fell out in the lawn and debris around the deck. Not to worry though — I got the big 4”diameter magnet I salvaged from a speaker years ago. A few swishes back and forth located the little screw; which I tightened securely this time. On the other side of the deck there was a lot more trimming to do so I did the first pass with my circular saw. I had to use my dovetail to cut off that piece right by the house wall.
Usually I just browse the Slashdot main page and ocassionally click some links. Every so often, though, there’s an item I just know will generate lots of comments, some serious, most hilarious. This item points to a short bit of plain old html that crashes MSIE. Thanks to my
<html> <form> <input type crash> </form>
I sent this page (Caution: don’t go there if you are using Internet Explorer to view this page or, at the very least, save anything you need to before you do.) to my son before reading Slashdotter comments wherein I found it will crash Outlook, too, as it uses the same dll that IE uses to render html.
I have never liked MS Word™ but a client (or least my project leader) says the guide should be issued in MS Word. I was ready to issue a revision when I noticed the section numbering was screwy. Those Heading styles and outline numbers all interact in a weird Word way. You think you have corrected it when all of sudden the sub headings of another section are misnumbered. I couldn’t find any way to get subsections of a Appendix A to be numbered A.1, A.2, etc without having the subsections of the main body suddenly being numbered A.1, A.2, … Finally after several hours of grief and a couple of crashes while trying to undo I got Word to number the main body properly and numbered the Appendix sections by hand. LATEX, a document preparation system, has always done a much better job for me. Even WordPerfect™ has handy counters you can use to manipulate section numbers. Searching the Internet was revealing. There are lots of sites with Word courses, tips, annoyances and tutorials. In one document I read:
Fixing broken links in Numbered Documents:
- Select all the text of the document
- Cut it (Ctrl-X)
- Delete all the outline-numbered styles
- Rebuild all the styles in the document using Format/Style Gallery twice
OR
- Rebuild all the styles in the document using Format/Style/Organizer/Copy of the outline numbered styles twice
- Once styles and schemes are in place, paste the text back into the document
- You may have to Ctrl+Q (Reset Paragraph) to remove manuallyapplied paragraph attributes on some paragraphs.
Seems like a lot of work to me. Perhaps I can still convince my project leader that the deliverable should be a PDF file instead. Then I can use other software to format the text.
At long last the buds on the trees have burst and all over the Credit River ravine there’s a green fuzz on the tree branches. Yesterday they just seemed bare. Perhaps it was the over night rain that persuaded the larger members of the vegetable kingdom to “break forth”and greet the season.
My 3km walk to the train station aside from the changing seasons and weather is rather routine. However a property was sold at the corner of Mississauga Road and Woodchuck Lane quite a while ago. The city put hoardings around some trees and a home builder advertised custom homes. Today between when I left this morning and when I returned in late afternoon the little old house on the property has been torn down. I wonder what kind of monster home or homes will go up there? The lot (or lots) back onto Mullet Creek so it could be quite picturesque. And a Mississauga Road address has a little bit more prestige (= more $). It will be interesting to once again watch another house or two grow day by day.
How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the “f” word?
Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell BINGO!
An oldie I saw in the Dribbleglass e-newsletter. My wife’s mother turned 80 last year and though, I don’t think she’d say the “f”word, I have heard her utter the odd cuss word now and then.