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here, anyway. Kinda wild outside - wind & rain. The snow is all gone, but there's so much rain that I got pretty much soaked walking to the bank after work, and it's just on the next corner from work.
Back in the day (tm) I'd go out straight from work on a Friday and go on through the evening. I knew I was getting older when stopping long enough to go home & change after work pretty much put paid to any Friday evening plans. And now, I practically look forward to getting home by 6 and just stripping off day clothes for a nightshirt or something and crashing out. So now you know what I did with my evening. I did manage to remember to try on the skirt I intend wearing to tomorrow night's office Christmas party, and fortunately, it fits although I'm still not sure what top I'll wear with it.
I can't decide whether I'm wide awake or just thirsty.
There's an odd little chap in Clarenville called Paddy, who goes around on his bicycle with a little trailer, collecting recyclable bottles and cans all the time. He's mentally delayed and can be an aggressive little fuck when he wants to, and has had numerous scraps with locals and indeed, the town council, over the barrels he ties with frayed bits of twine to hydro poles and similar in various places to assist in his collecting. But what he actually does keeps the place tidier than it would otherwise be, and most people treat him with a sort of amused tolerance - he's become a bit of a local mascot, I guess, even though I think he's from Placentia or somewhere. If you visit the strip mall, you're practically guaranteed to see him, often only his lower half hanging out of a rubbish bin, as he sifts through the garbage in search of anything recyclable - he's barely five feet tall, if that. And god help you if you're waiting on or near the sidewalk with a can or bottle - he's practically in your face waiting for you to finish it. He also targets pick-up drivers to give him a lift to the recycling centre when he's got a couple of sacks full to drop off. I've heard more than one man anxiously telling him they can't just take him _right now_ and abandon their wife in the Co-op supermarket! (Should their wife be in the truck, she's likely to question the aromas his bin-diving can present.)
Anyway, when I was talking to Mom last night, she'd just gotten home from the tree-lighting service, and there was a rumour going around that he'd gotten killed in a car accident that afternoon. I was unaccountably sad, although it seemed only too plausible, given his habit of walking out into the road after something, totally regardless of the traffic, which he figured would stop for him like the Red Sea parting.
Anyway, the slightly better news is that like Mark Twain, the rumours of his death are exaggerated, and it seems that he is not dead, nor even injured although he appears to have been the cause of a traffic accident on Thursday afternoon...
Back in the day (tm) I'd go out straight from work on a Friday and go on through the evening. I knew I was getting older when stopping long enough to go home & change after work pretty much put paid to any Friday evening plans. And now, I practically look forward to getting home by 6 and just stripping off day clothes for a nightshirt or something and crashing out. So now you know what I did with my evening. I did manage to remember to try on the skirt I intend wearing to tomorrow night's office Christmas party, and fortunately, it fits although I'm still not sure what top I'll wear with it.
I can't decide whether I'm wide awake or just thirsty.
There's an odd little chap in Clarenville called Paddy, who goes around on his bicycle with a little trailer, collecting recyclable bottles and cans all the time. He's mentally delayed and can be an aggressive little fuck when he wants to, and has had numerous scraps with locals and indeed, the town council, over the barrels he ties with frayed bits of twine to hydro poles and similar in various places to assist in his collecting. But what he actually does keeps the place tidier than it would otherwise be, and most people treat him with a sort of amused tolerance - he's become a bit of a local mascot, I guess, even though I think he's from Placentia or somewhere. If you visit the strip mall, you're practically guaranteed to see him, often only his lower half hanging out of a rubbish bin, as he sifts through the garbage in search of anything recyclable - he's barely five feet tall, if that. And god help you if you're waiting on or near the sidewalk with a can or bottle - he's practically in your face waiting for you to finish it. He also targets pick-up drivers to give him a lift to the recycling centre when he's got a couple of sacks full to drop off. I've heard more than one man anxiously telling him they can't just take him _right now_ and abandon their wife in the Co-op supermarket! (Should their wife be in the truck, she's likely to question the aromas his bin-diving can present.)
Anyway, when I was talking to Mom last night, she'd just gotten home from the tree-lighting service, and there was a rumour going around that he'd gotten killed in a car accident that afternoon. I was unaccountably sad, although it seemed only too plausible, given his habit of walking out into the road after something, totally regardless of the traffic, which he figured would stop for him like the Red Sea parting.
Anyway, the slightly better news is that like Mark Twain, the rumours of his death are exaggerated, and it seems that he is not dead, nor even injured although he appears to have been the cause of a traffic accident on Thursday afternoon...
