Progress Report - Roof

Umm..  where to start?  Usually the answer to that is "at teh bottom" or "at the beginning".

Both of these answers are WRONG in this situation.  I grumbled about fixing the roof a few posts ago,..  and then last post.

So, a quick update.  I had everything apart then it rained, remember that part?  and I started getting things back together a couple of days later.

Well, now the whole roof is in place, the timber framing is on (meaning the 2x6 boards are back up as rafters) and 3/4 of the sheetings is in place, now all I have left to do is recover from yesterday, pull the nails out of all the strapping, then paper and put the steel back down...

It never ends...  but I'm getting further down the path to completion.  I can see the roof being done, soon.  I do wish that my wife would understand that this is big to me.. but some things are bound to never change.  I'll be compensating for that detail until the boys leave home, then she's on her own when I need to do these things.

Until later.  I'll try to pop in tomorrow, maybe with some pics, to show how far I got tonight.

Bye.

Where does one start? Or end

Now that's a question.

I've had a couple of days that more closely resembled purgatory, or a trip to the mental institution, where they keep the serial nut cases. (no offense intended, I've been there myself, and it feels like I'm heading back soon)

Anyhow....  I have no idea who is who or what is what anymore...

I'm in the middle of trying to put the roof back together, and I can see where and how it has to go, but getting it there is turning out to be a little bit of a trick and a half.   (frustrating to say the least).

Anyhow, let's go chronological with what I can remember from my alleged mind.

Last Saturday, (the 17th of July) I managed to pick up the timber for restructuring the roof, and, in getting home I got the bulk of the roof apart.  then it rained, a little rain.  Alright, survived the rain, got things dried up, and went back up Sunday to work on it after church, got the rest of things taken up (sheeting and strapping etc, etc.) so now I'm ready for the rebuild.
Monday night, the three year old falls asleep early, and my wife takes the other one away so i can work.  I start working, first hammer swing wakes the three year old up.  so much for that idea.  Now I'm waiting for my wife to get home so I can go pick up the tools and secure the roof for the rain that is coming.
And rain it did.  All Tuesday...  That was NOT A GOOD DAY.  Rain pouring directly through the timber structure between the old and new portions of the house.  So picture this if you will.  I'm at work, and my wife is at home with rain pouring in, and two grumpy whining kids.  Towels everywhere, buckets trying to catch the water dropping from the support beams, it was generally not a very good day.  and while I am at work, she shares each and every blessed moment with me via cellphone.  (sometimes I regret owning a cellphone).

Ok, so we survive Tuesday, and foolish me, I am thinking that I need to get back on the roof and get it back together.  So I call in some help.  He shows up Wednesday, adn we get the timber and sheeting back over the kitchen portion of the home.  Not the other side, and no strapping, paper or steel down, but at least teh sheets are down.

then it's Thursday and I'm not able to get anything done, not a single ten minutes to work.  Had to do dinner, dishes, clean house, clean kids, put them to sleep, etc, etc.  Basically no support for my trying to get on the roof to get it finished.
Friday was a little better, but only just.  I started getting the rest of the roof up so that I could finish fixing it all.
Saturday was almost a complete write off, I got about three hours total on the roof.  Now we're at the point where I am ready to drop the rafters from over the covered deck. but it's party time.  the youngest is turning two today...  Yay, party.

But after the party all I hear is how worn out and tired everyone is, and that I have to stick around and watch the boys, deal with all the mess, etc, etc.  why can I not just do what I have to do.  Can't she understand how important this is?!

To top it off.  We fight, and I mean really get into it, or at least I do.  She's in tears and I'm completely unreasonable,  being a total ass about it.  I've had it.  I'm tired, overworked, stressed, and the roof is completely off, waiting for the next rainstorm.  But she wanted to take a nap, so I got frustrated and resentful.  Then things went downhill, she comes back from resting, feeling guilty and starts to get panicky and all the usual crap that goes with it.  I snapped, I truly wanted her out of my house at that point.

from them on down, I slid all the way to the bottom, ending in tears on the bathroom floor.  But it makes no difference, now that I've stopped crying, we're back at the "I can't get to doing the work I need to do" stage, and I'm going to snap again soon if this week goes like last week did.

So tonight I'm heading home, hopefully she's taken the boys and gone somewhere else so that I can actually work...

We'll see.

Until later,

Fragile and frustrated,

Dan Casey.

The daily grind makes me feel like flour

Hello, Overwhelmed handyman dad here.

We managed to come up with the money needed to finish off the roof this month, or at least the lumber costs.  Now I have to actually do the work.  it's about 35 degrees C outside, and I'm on a steel roof, dismanteling and rebuilding it.  How sane is that.  I'm just sitting down here to recover from the last two hours, then it's back to the  grind to do the next couple of hours.  I'll save this and come back to it tonight I suppose.

Cheers until then.

The point of birthday celebrations?

Are they supposed to be happy or sad occasions?

I guess it's all about what you think and how you look at life.  Me?  I tend to get all moody around birthdays, gloomy and feeling worthless.  I really don't know why.  Maybe it's just a self defense mechanism against being hurt again and again on that day that for most of my childhood was supposed to be a happy and joyous day.

Yes, I made it another year.  Hell as of tomorrow anyhow, I"ll officially be 34 years old, the key word here is old.

I suppose I'm not doing so badly.  I've got a house of sorts, a decent vehicle, three wonderful healthy boys, a wife who, (when she can get far enough out of her own head to remember my feelings), truly cares about me, (I think, see the first paragraph above about negativity).

But I'm getting older, I suppose I could consider myself to be around 40% of the way through my life at this point.  By the time the kids hit the end of high-school I'll be closer to the 60-70% mark, unless one of those unknown triggers is going to take me out earlier.

I often pray that such a thing will happen, but I'm not so sure that I believe in that.  I mean sure at the moment, I'm as bleak as can be, but then when I'm sitting back here and trying to make sense of it all, the reason and the overwhelming fatalistic mindset is hard to recognize as one coming from inside of me.  I wonder where I'm going with this all?

I'll be back in a short while, I need to think.

I am feeling like crap. It's my birthday and we're too broke to do anything, no presents, nothing.

My mother remembered and got me a kicking card, with a little amount of spending cash, but that'll have to go to the fuel tanks in the truck, as we're too strapped right now to cover. Oh and the fuel will be getting burned in order to help out cleaning out wife's little sister's house that she has to abandon for personal growth reasons. (I know that's kinda vague, but it's not my story, I'll write on it later maybe, but not for public consumption, sorry guys).

Anyhow, the point wasn't about all that, well, not directly anyhow. The round about thing here is this. I submitted an entry the other day to a quick little contest, not much for a purpose, just a quick challenge for coming up with an opening paragraph. So I did it. Put three and three together and came up with nine as it were.

But then today I find out that I didn't win the challenge, not even a mention, but to put it in perspective, only three got mentioned from the 13 or so that were actually valid entries. so I shouldn't be surprised.

I need to find a place that can help with useful reviews, so that I can get better at this writing thing.

And I need to concentrate on the smaller stories first, working my way up to the larger ones later on I suppose. The errors in translation would be a good start, it'll fit two of the submission places I have in mind, it's a story about the trials of popularity, leadership, and lone wolf type individuals being put in a place where they are required to lead the way out.

Anyhow, it's now time to stretch out and try to sleep a little before tomorrow hits my up side the head.

I have a dream

Morning, it's now 1:35 am and I'm working again, trying to get somebody's processing completed for them, so that they won't be late on their remittances.

But that's not what I'm writing tonight on.

I have a dream.  Oh, and I'm likely sleeping on the couch again.

Anyhow, the dream is to build a sailboat of significant size, 40-50 foot is a good range, for my wife and I to retreat to when the mood strikes.

I'm not really sure what the intention of stating such a dream publicly was, maybe when I read it later on I'll be able to put more useful words to it.  Right now I'm tired, it's 2 hours until full sun-up and I've gotta get up and do it all again...

Anyhow.

g'night.

The Pen V.S. The Sword

Morning everyone, ...  Hello?

ah well, a good turnout again.  *grin*  Guess I'll talk to myself, seeing as how the post today is reflective of that point anyhow.

The Pen [keyboard?] is mightier than the Sword.  An odd statement for one who is obsessive about nobility and chivalry.

But there you have it.

A sword can topple or claim a kingdom, occasionally with the help of an army, but nevertheless a sword can forge a kingdom, with or without a vision.  A man of ambition can simply force his way to the top [as long as he doesn't get himself killed in the process].

A pen can, with the help of lively mind, form an opinion, a theory, a kingdom [just like the sword] or a whole world, universe, etc.
This kind of power seems too large for one person to handle, but there are built in limitations.  The talent of forming a person, a world or a story is commonly paired with a form of mental affliction.  First, the skill or talent of doing so is often not one that a person can consciously control.  I mean there are people who through sheer doggedness determination and developed skill can create consistent formats, stories and characters that will appeal to the reader and will sell, but I honestly don't fall into that category [yet], so the voices seem to create themselves and then just bug me until I can tell their story.  I guess I just gave the second point body as well.  Funny, this wasn't how I intended the monologue to go.

V2 - Monologue?  What the hell are you talking about?  I suppose you thought you were going to sit down and talk about us without so much as asking our leave?  Thoughtless twit, Voice 4 and I are going to make you pay for that.

V4 - (nasal male voice) What's this?  I'm going to do what?  *sighs* We've talked about this before V2.  You can't just presume on my goodwill.  Sorry about this Lead Voice.

ME - Would you all just be quiet.  Dang.  No!  I didn't consult with you if it was alright to talk about you.  I'm trying to explain how you need to have your story told, and how such a situation causes the writer, within whose head you take up residence, no end of distress until said writer can get your story out.

V4 - V2?  You dragged me back from my contemplation of flower pollen for this crap.  V1, V3?  where are you guys, why can you keep V2 settled down for a bit so that I can have my down time?

V3 - (feminine voice) - I trying to help, but V2 just ran right over me.
 V4 - *BIG mental sigh* I know, V2 is powerful, but where's V1, he can keep the upstart in line.

V2 - (mollified, hesitantly) He said something about having to work on his car.

V4 - (exasperated to near shrieking) His car? He's an imaginary voice in this guy's head!

ME - Enough! You're kind of like ghosts, annoying as hell, but not really effective.  Now, stop it!

All the other Voices, (except V1, who apparently is out fixing his car) "Sorry."

ME - That's better, now if you keep jockeying for airtime, then I'll never get your story out and you'll be stuck inside my head forever!  Is that what you want?

All - God forbid, it's creepy in here, what with all these voices bouncing around.  It's like trying to live in a nuthouse.

ME  - Right!  So Quiet, or I'll just shelf you until you are willing to behave.  I have toddlers, I can ignore any amount of whining you come up with.  Now, go find something to do, I have to finish this post so I can get back to work.

* * *
Sorry about that blog readers, had some housekeeping to deal with.
Where was I?  Oh right, the issues with multiple voices in one's own head, and the blessing/curse that such residents pose.

I guess trying to explain that after the above exchange is somewhat redundant.  I'll go away now and try to keep them quiet while I finish up work for the day.

Shifting Priorities, Changing Perspectives

I've been a grouch, grumpy and resentful of my life, and all the people in it.  And that's not fair to those people whom I have to share air and energy space with.

So, to my wife, I'm sorry for my attitude of late, I see the error of my ways, and God willing, I will keep the focus foremost in my mind, and try to let go of all the other negative crap.  I know you're life is as hard as mine, Heck I hear the issues I'm grumbling about coming out of your mouth more often than mine, so I will do what I can to make your travels through this difficult period easier in whatever manner I may.

And to my eldest son, I really don't know where to start guy.  I am sorry about last night, I was short tempered and that was not fair to you.  You did good about cleaning up your room, I'm proud of you for that.  Your younger brothers were being a handful and I was completely in the wrong frame of mind to deal with it, that's my fault, not yours.

On another note, I've just this morning stumbled on a story thought, but I need to talk to you about it, I need your insight on the topic. I'll e-mail you tonight about it, unless we manage to get to talk about it before that.

Anyhow, I have to get to work here before I get fired.

Take care all of you,

Love  Dad.

Here's a question for you.

I am aware that almost nobody reads this, with the rare exception of myself and some random webcrawling autobots.

But a question, should anybody human ever read this.

What would you do to change the world?  And why?

Maybe you don't feel the world needs changed, maybe your part of the world is good as it is.

I don't really have a good answer to the above question, mostly my answers come in the form of responses to the pressures I face in my own life.

Power bill too hight, then we have to stop using so much electricity, Fuel bill for the vehicles too high, then we have to stop driving so much to do things, or get more efficient vehicles, or both.  (it'd be nice if we lived close enough to bicycle to work, but I am literally 45 km from work, and there's no chance in moving right now, but a smaller vehicle, say the motorcycle, would be good)

How about we're out of money and need to cut back on expensese?  Ok, we're going to start growing our own vegetables for the summer.  I think Corn would be a good thing to plant as well.
Oh, and reduce reuse and recycle are the mainstay of getting anything accomplished around here, but that's another story.  Just for a fun closing, here's a picture of the cat I have to take for a walk every evening after dinner.

God Bless. 

Andre.

The power of a human determination

This entry dovetails into my other train of thought which I will put up on the other side of my ego posts, over there >>> http://wherethevoicesinmyheadreside.blogspot.com/

But first, an appropriately large amount of admiration and respect is due to this amazing young woman.  Her blog is located here >>  http://soloround.blogspot.com/

This is the ongoing story of Abby Sunderland and her attempt to sail around the world solo and non-stop.

Being a thirty-something father of three with a wife, a career, pets, bills mortgages and all the other crap that goes with being responsible, such a dream is destined to remain that for the foreseeable future, but to listen to another's experiences, to live vicariously through the adventures of another, that's about all one gets.

Regardless, this is not about my or my woes, this post was to highlight the accomplishments of this young woman.
However I am having trouble simply getting the sheer overwhelming admiration and respect (and yes a little envy) that I am currently feeling towards a woman (who is only 16) and verily towards her entire family and support structure.

That they could support and facilitate such an adventure, that they could do such a good job on raising and preparing Abby for this kind of undertaking, and that she can do so without the usual complaints and issues that most grade 10-11 girls will harp on endlessly.

So, a heartfelt prayer is offered up for her success, her safety, her wellbeing, and eventually her benefits from such a trip as she is on.

A genuine thanks goes out to the parents and supports of such a profoundly inspiring individual as Abby (and of course Zac's earlier story was just as moving, go find it here http://www.zacsunderland.com/)

I dang, I don't really do the gushing thing well, but I was moved  by today's post on Abby's blog, almost as much as I was when I stumbled on Zac's blog last year, so I felt I had to say something.

I'll go be quiet now.

Andre.

The nature of reality

As I awake today, for the second day in a row, without having gotten up at midnight and four AM with the screaming mimi (Thing (that goes bump in the night,) the younger), I am taken by the notion that the chances of this reality being the same as the one I have been recently inhabiting (with the nocturnal bumping things) being very slim indeed.

So the question now becomes, when we sleep, does our world change?  or is it the same sequential/causal events that were set in motion before we resigned our awareness for the night?

Any thoughts?  I am somewhat unsettled by this, but as I live my life much like a plasma cloud anyhow, unsettled is not a really bad thing I suppose.

There have been some wonderfully insightful philosophic studies on the nature of consciousness and awareness, linking these two aspects to the nature of perceived reality,
check out this quick listing by google
google search "perceived reality"


The ulitmate result of which, when all is said and done, is....

Relax, it's all in your head.
*grin*

Ok, back to work here.

Andre.

Sinsurance

This was a typographical error I just made, but it caught my eye and being an odd minded Catholic, I wondered what would constitute Sin Insurance, or Sinsurance for short.

Confessions (formally called Reconciliation) is for past sins, "Please forgive me lord, I'll try to do better."
And I've read about Considerations on occasion, but I can't remember where or when, and then there's the bit where you get divine credit for such things as praying up the steps of some shrine or other, (again sorry, sitting at my desk no time to go look this stuff up, if I think of it later and the terrorists that run my life give me time I'll check into stuff later) but I don't think that either of those things qualify as Insurance against sinning either.

So, an insight, you can't get insurance against morally screwing up or becoming morally bankrupt or whatever, sinning in all it's glory, but there is always a recovery method for those who are truly repentant (at least until the day of reckoning anyhow, then it's all up and there's no other path but the one you're on).

Anyhow, speaking of sinning, I suppose I am supposed to be working.

g'day and God Bless.

Andre.

That dang cat

Hey everyone,

Iam trying to write a blog post on my phone, and so far it's working alright. Aside from some of the keys that I am used to using all the time are obviously missing, things like the end keys, home keys, stuff like that.

About the title, we have had an unexpected visitor tonight. Now, sometime last fall we had a vivit from a kitty, who moved in and became one of the family, so we went to start taking care of the kitty. But the he took off and didn't come back. His name was Sammie.

So, after the loss of our beloved Sammie, (the boys were crushed) we adopted a fluffy kitty named Zenn, who has nothing zen-like about him.

So, to make things interesting, Zen has been around since Christmas and I've even started liking him (for a cat) and last night, around 9 pm, the original Sammie shows up, looking for a warm place to sleep.

uh oh.....This could be a problem.

I guess it worked out all right for now, my wife and I agreed to put Sammie back outside and see if he went back to where he came from, and if he's still pestering us in a few days we'll have to take a picture and start knocking on peoples doors to find out where this cat comes from.

Anyhow, I'm supposed to be working here, so I"ll be back later, or not, maybe I'll die on the way home.
Barring something that drastic however, I'm off and I'll be back eventually.

Andre.

So, an update on the Education and Youth Post

Hi all, about two posts ago I whined about what I was overwhelmed with, and seeing as how whining never got anybody anywhere, I guess I got tired of standing still.

So I asked some people, (and have to ask more) about whether they could help or not, and also if they were interested in having their children involved.  Now, some things I am interested in pointing out.  As anybody with _small_ ones knows, (by small I'm talking under five, even under three most of the time) trying to sit and attentively participate in church or any other activity for ten minutes or more that does not involve eating is a doomed activity unless by some freak of nature your children are actually behaved and obedient, or scared stiff of the repercussions of misbehaving.
My kids don't fall into either of those categories.  So a brief period where I can take them out and translate the boring stuff that the adults read into more engaging stuff that the children would listen to, this is a good thing, and after fifteen or twenty minutes I'm back in the pew with them attending the blessing of the Eucharist and observing mass.

Now, back to the point.  There are only about ten children that this might even remotely appeal to, and two of them are mine.  So I asked two of the other parents about it, one started making conditions and excuses, resulting in a qualified yes but not really, and the other parent is a straight laced Catholic from the old school, and insists that their children would not be "deprived" of the chance to observe and be in the presence of the Holy Eucharist, especially since they only get that opportunity to do so once a week for only an hour.

umm....  what?  The second parent I mentioned sits across the aisle from my boys, and from first hand experience, his little ones are not obsessively adoring the Holy Eucharist, they're making faces at my boys who then rise to the occasion and things get troubled after that.  Anyhow, I'll not gainsay his opinion or his choice, but that does leave me with a maximum of 8 kids at this thing then.  I'll have to do the groundwork next week and see if there's any remote chance of getting it online.  If not then I guess my boys and I will be there alone in the back, so that I can present the readings to them in a manner they'll get, without getting too restless.

Anyhow, it's now ten after one in the morning and while I would love to spend some time getting some progress on my novel, I should get to sleep, six am comes early and I'm likely to be up at least one more time before then, when the littlest one starts coughing at about three am.

Good night, and God bless.

Andre.

Bnak

Hi everyone,

I just have to put this down before it drives me nuts.

I work in accounting, sort of.  and the word "bank" comes up quite often in my work, typing it and such.
Now, not being the best typist on the planet, I often manage to transpose letters, adn hte result is oftne irrelevant to the bulk of people.  But one particular transposition has been happening so often of late that the questions started up again.

the word?  Bank.  The transposition?  Bnak.....
The question..  What is a bnak?  it sounds like some kind of livestock animal.  I dunno, maybe now that I've shared this with you you can worry it over and it will leave me alone.

*sigh*  nope, still there.

guess I'm not that lucky.

until later, sorry for the divergence.

Andre.

Oh my lord, guide me and inspire me.

I'm sitting here, wondering just how I am supposed to make this work, seeing as I have no idea where to start, what happens, or anything even remotely like that.

First, what am I talking about, right?  Somewhere I put down in electronic ink that I was supposed to be the new council representative for education and youth in our church.  I am way out of my depth, and not sure where to start on this.  I have two little kids, and I can try to teach them, but that's as far as I ever got.  I'll need to find some colouring pictures for them to take to church so that they can colour and we can talk about things,
I guess that the first thing to do is to brace one or more of the people from church and see if they're interested in even helping out with something like that.

From what I understand, the children's ministry occurs alongside the general mass, with the children being taken out and "ministered to" while the liturgy is being said inside, with the kids coming back in just before the holy communion, or something like that.  I need to call up Roman's mother, maybe talk to John, he seems to have a handle on things like this, and the Ouilettes, possibly along with the Peltier's, (I also have no idea how to spell any of these names, which is frustrating.

There's a meeting on Wednesday, and I'm going to have to confess at that point that I have been sick and looking after very sick children for the last couple of weeks. So to take it in stride, I'm going to need names and numbers of those people that might be able to help me out with this.  I can't teach, but I suppose that I could set up lessons in rough that an actual teacher might be able to do.  Also, I need to find people willing to teach.  Donna might, but she's more focused on the adult side of things, Marie would be good, possibly along with Jennifer, but they're gone right now.  The Ouilette girls woudl probably be great at it, but again, there's the whole how do I go about this and bring it up.

And next, after I get that started, I want to run a refresher course in basic catechisms, for guys like me that have fallen behind in their studies on this.  I think the KofC website has some good things there, I'll have to go see.

Having said all that, It's now quarter after 11, and I have to get to sleep, before the littlest one gets up for his initial nocturnal wander.  I think I'll leave the laptop here so that I can watch the first of the series of Monarch of the Glen tonight.  That'd be cool.

Until later, a muchly overwhelmed and insecure Andre.

Monday, Headaches, and Losses

Ok Lord,
where do I start.

I'm still caffeine free, and it's getting close to a full week now.  Goodness knows I've been tempted, and the utter lack of support from anybody else in my family doesn't help, but I guess that's how life goes.
The withdrawal headaches are lessening, but still going strong, I had forgotten or maybe never knew what the caffeine withdrawal headaches were like.  I've quite caffeine on occasion before, but never for more than a few days, and so far I' at about day 8 or thereabouts. The past few days have caused me to need painkillers to reduce the throbbing and agony.

To top the issues raised by quitting coffee and all other caffeine drinks, today is Monday, my wife's first Monday on her "New" shift again, so we had to get the boys up today and have them out the door for about 7:15 or 7:30am and then she had to work a full day before heading home to handle things tonight.
I'm going to hear about how difficult it is for her all the way home.  I really am getting tired of hearing how hard her life is (the one I share with her, and do as much or more than she does).  Especially since I can't point out that I let her sleep for as much of the night as possible, and that I do as much of the housework as she does, it's really kinda frustrating, but what does a guy in this generation do?  I guess we just suck it up, nobody is listening to me whine anyhow.

Oh, and to top it off, my grandmother died at 2am yesterday morning (Sunday February the 21st, 2010)  So I had to get mom to the airport by dinner-time, so that she could make the flight back to Ontario for the arrangements and funeral and such.  What this means to me is that the Grandparent's I haven't seen in over 20 years now, I never will.  I don't think my Grandfather is going to make another 5 years which is how long it'll take me to get clear of the money issues we're facing so that we could afford the trip.

Ah well, enough meandering around in circles, I've gotta get back to work.

I'll be back to talk about environmentally safe boats and such at a later point.

Andre.

Lent, Catholic and Caffeine

Hi all, it's Friday, and I've been trying to figure out what I should be giving up for Lent, seeing as how I am Catholic after all.

If you have read the flip side of this blog, at http://marriagechildrenandwarningmanuals.blogspot.com/
then you know that I have children, a wife with some small problems at this point in life and of course the usual grind of work, family, renos, extended family, etc, etc.....  and not nearly enough sleep.  So Caffeine (specifically really really strong coffee, and when that doesn't work, energy drinks) plays a big part in my life, or it has until this Wednesday.  See, I'm abstaining from caffeine for the period of Advent, February 17th through Easter Monday.

This will be interesting, I'll drop the thoughts related to this one as I go along, 40 days without caffeine, this could be tricky.

Anyhow, if I can manage the abstinence until I'm 40, then MardiGras (FatTuesday) is something I'd really like to get to with my Angel.  Even the history and churches in the area would be worth visiting

back to work here, i'm supposed to be generating billable hours.

Andre.

The Love Dare- Missing in Action.

The truth is that despite all the good intentions, I seem to have let this one fall by the wayside, and it's killing me.  I'm frustrated, and I don't feel like my life is my own, or even partly my own anymore, I'm just overwhelmed and tired all of the time.  Work isn't supposed to be an escape, but lately it is just that.  I am simply too swamped with everything I have to do at home that there is no time left for anything else, unless I stay up way to dang late, like tonight.

I'll try to get a brief overview of the book tonight, and then I'll have to see if I'm still up to trying to make teh grade on this,  but at this point I really don't know if I am.

Until then, I'm out.

Andre.

Olympic flame procession shuts down thought processes of town

You heard it right, the collective brains of Salmon Arm appear to have been shut off for today, with all the hype and marketing happening which surrounds this:

You can see the top half of the Olympic torch just to the right of the tall blond girls head (right hand side of the picture).
Here is a better shot of it.  See the tiny flame thing in the front of the stage, probably not. It's ok, it took me five minutes to find the flame in this picture as well.

And of course there's all the hype and energy they're trying to get happening surrounding the lighting ceremony,  Hell, after they had the lighting ceremony, I gave up and came back here. The crowd's insanely packed there, see?  >>>

Oh and the music is painfully loud.  So here I sit, with a pair of tylenol in me, hoping that the headache will recede soon so I can function normally again.

What did I personally get from this ceremony?  Well, it's loud, and it is good for civic pride and spirit, but ultimately it's a colossal waste of resources and money on something that benefits only a few at the cost of the many, and all for this little ceremony?  See him light the cauldron, yay.

I am not going to preach about this.  I feel only a slight irritation about this whole process, it's an hour of wasted time in my life.  I know it's a once in a lifetime occurrence, but I just don't care.  I'm hungry, I think I'll go for lunch.

Wednesday January 27, 2010

Sorry about the title, I felt the need to post right now, not complain or whine about things, just post.  but I have no title in mind.

I'm tired, dear God I am tired, and it's almost one AM as I write this, I should really be getting off to bed, hell, if I'd gone to bed with my wife we might have had a chance to do something.  But as it is, they were up, she was tired, and it just didn't work out that way.  I think I'll put this blog link up where the kids and others can see it, maybe the oldest boy will actually start to talk to me if I do something as cool as blogging.

Why do I feel so distant from him.  I know I ride him on occasion, but that's my job.  It would be nice if he didn't  fight as much with me about it, but I guess I should get used to it.

I wonder how I can come up with 10k in the next three months?  Doubt it is even possible, but I wonder.

I might start by selling the Dodge for a couple grand, and the damned mustang for another 800 or so.  It'd be nice to have that kind of money in the bank, but.... well, you know how it is.

The reason that this comes up is that there has recently been a sailboat come on the market in the local area, for ten thousand dollars, it's not worth it, but that's what he's asking for it.  It's about the right size, and it would work around here, mostly anyhow.  but for that kind of money, I can head to the lower mainland and pick up something in much better shape, or simply much better to handle the waters around here than a lead mine sloop rigged cabin cruiser.

Jumping topics, because I have to let that one sit for a little bit.  It's now getting close to tax season here in Canada, and being in the accounting trade, I am feeling the pressure to get things dealt with before the madness hits.  But my question to the population at large is this,
Why do people (not you of course, but most people) try to get away with something only at the very end of the sequence.  if you know you're going to end up paying taxes on that nice little extra cash job you took, then why not plan accordingly and take the right steps to minimize that tax?  Once you end up at your accountant's office, we've already done every legal thing to bring your taxes down to the minimum possible payable amount,  so don't then go about blaming us for having not planned earlier (again, this is hypothetical, not aimed at you).

And finally, a little quip on the olympic flame that's coming through town tomorrow (for those of you enterprising people, you can figure out where I live from that, you just have to find a site that show's the torch's dates and towns)
So, this Olympic torch supposedly carries the flame that was kindled in Greece how many years ago?  And while I applaud the achievements of the atheletes that have made it that far, I have to ask why so much extra money is spent on making this huge venue for the Olympics, so much so that every four years a new location is driven into bankruptcy or massive debt merely for the purpose of hosting the Olympic games.
Keeping in mind that I do tend to focus on numbers more than some, but does this make any kind of sense?

I mean, granted there are countries that thrive on this kind of thing, but in Canada we are not supposed to have an authoritarian government, but in the course of approving and preparing for the Olympic Games, this same government has cut health care systems by 20% (approx), they've refurbished the Sea-to-Sky highway, (now they're going to put a toll on it to pay for the upgrades)  and they've simply gone way to heavy handed concerning the actual events and society as a whole while the games are taking place.  you can't even reference the games without paying the piper so to speak.

So, if in some way this constitites a violation of one of those obscure little laws, then I am sorry, and you can try to sue me, but I'm worth more dead than alive right now, so no luck.

Alright, I'm falling asleep sitting here typing, makes words hard to put down.  I'm off to bed, talk to you again soon.

Andre.