Hey all, just want you to know that I haven't abandoned my task! However there are a few things going on 'in real life' that are taking my time more than usual...stay tuned and patient please! All the best. I'll catch up!
Me.

Indeed! Magicians and miracle workers! Anyone who could coax a potato out of the soil in Labrador West back then was a freaking regular botanist! The growing season was only a few minutes long for goodness sake...haha. I find gardening very calming...for a while...then I want to have it over with. In general though it's nice to watch a little bit of honest to goodness nature happening!

Ah, Victoria's Birthday celebration...it's pretty much all the monarchy is good for in my reckoning...and it's not for the present Queen! I suppose in many ways they are still doing good work, but the cost to taxpayers for supporting them when they visit and such...well, maybe it's time to move on from 'genetically selected rule'. Waddaya'think? these days they don't rule anyways!

Indeed. All of my encounters with hockey ice have been unpleasent to say the least. However, over the years and hundreds of games watched, at least,  thanks to a few hockey diehards in my life I can (and have) watch and enjoy a game, especially when it's actually for something like the cup or whatever!

Yes, the Playoffs are the most Canadian of all Canadian passtimes. I resisted at first but over time I've come to enjoy the excitement. My kids know more about it than me, but I'll never tell them! It's fun to watch together...except when the hairy arsed fools start to 'fight' with each other...interrupting the game!! I never understood that aspect.

You would be surprised at how freaking heavy all that crap was! The only boxes that weren't life threatening were the chips! We could play 'Superhero' tossing them around (ever wonder why some chips were always squat up??)

Incredible now to think about it but here we were, kids sneaking onto the properties of businesses in the area, hiding out to play in their moving machinery...businesses had to be careful what they left lying around!

Perhaps it was mice...doesn't matter, we just wanted to be rid of them.

True dat. For a kid who knew nothing about the world of cosmetics and makeup, it was not a giant leap to assume that all those bottles and coloured liquids were booze! And it alway stunk to high heavens! The women were always schreeching and cackling and carrying on so I had no doubt they were tanked (perhaps they were...nearly every business in those days had onsite 'stress formula' tucked away somewhere). I was always frightened to death to pass by there...they looked like they were getting ready to eat men. I could see it in their eyes!!

I remember only one time that ended in canine tragedy. The people across the back way from our house had a labrador tied up out back...it ws 'no contest' to say the least.
That wasn't the only time a bear came through with cubs though! That I remember happening several times. Then word would circulate to stay indoors until the town authorities had the critters safely...um...dispatched.