Suppose I should check in.

Seems that the Fall is “Cancer Season”.  

That doesn’t sound right. 

So let me ‘splain.  There’s the Terry Fox Run,  which has been going on for years and has become a huge deal.  That second link has a list of all the countries in which the run is held.

Then there was also something on the tube last night called Stand Up to Cancer,  which I didn’t watch,  since I don’t really watch too much TV to start with, but more money was raised no doubt.

In addition to that,  T.C. and I received an email from Daughter Number One a few days ago letting us know that she was going to be at the Waterdown Legion today to donate her hair. 

Add to that my refresher/orientation/whatever type of meeting at ten this morning,  and that pretty much filled most of the day. 

So we were kind of on the go for most of the day there,  and it all had to do with Cancer.  Or,  trying to get rid of it,  I guess I should say.

 

The Terry Fox Run is next Sunday,  and I’ve once again volunteered to sit and count money and tick off boxes.  “Dress in layers”  was our final instruction.

There was an additional email from our hostess of this morning with an attachment containing a recap of all the instructions.  

I’ll be studying it over the next week,  trust me.

 

It’s all about how you fill out the form.   That’s all I could possibly say about the whole thing without totally confusing myself.   Again.

 

No really.  It’s all good.  Remember,  I have *notes*

(Our Hostess or one of the Volunteers just might be reading this.  No need for panic.)

 

Then it was off to Waterdown for the the big snip.

 

I put a bunch of pics on the Book of Face,  but I’ll add one or two here.

 

Link.

 

Daughter Number One is on the left.   The Dude on the far right is a cancer survivor and was getting his head shaved. 

 

Said she hadn’t had hair that short since the Eighties.

 

It was fun.  And there was lunch.  All donated by the local eateries.   And that’s the way it should be.   Oh,  and we each did pony up twenty bucks to be there.  Plus I’m pretty sure T.C. ponied up some more dough for the cause.  

Other than a bit of weed pulling and killing off some offending wasps at my sister-in-law’s place,  that was the extent of the day.   Didn’t take any pictures of the wasp kill.  Didn’t think that would be prudent.  We’ll check on those little buggers later tomorrow methinks.

 

 

I saw this earlier on line.  I’m really tempted.

That’s all I got.

 

The skipper is picking me up tomorrow for an afternoon sail.    In the Fall the races are switched to Sundays,  due to the lack of evening daylight.  Makes it a bit of a logistical challenge,  but if he’s willing to swing by and fetch me,  I’ll work the foredeck for him.   Seems fair.

 

Keep it between the ditches.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

 

 

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So, are we lazy, or just stupid?

Each and every week when the garbage truck(s) are making their rounds, I do tend to be a bit of a Nosy Norah, and peer out to see just what they’re doing.

I mean,  they make enough noise.  It’s not like I have to make an effort.

Some sort of weakness I’m sure.  Or maybe I just want to see if they’re actually taking the crap I’ve put out there.

This week there was a fair amount of crap.  It was “bring out yer crap”  week,  along with the usual recycling and garden waste pick-up.  Plus of course,  actual garbage.

Many trips to the curb.  And it’s something I only do in the mornings,  since I have very little desire to clean up after some wayward racoon or coyote,  who might happen to smell something that’s too hard to resist in with our refuse.

 

What I expect,  is to see all the containers at least back on the grass,  even though stacking them would be a bonus.

But this:

 

…will never do.

I think I might have to make a call.  I totally “get it” if my recycling isn’t quite in the proper container.  I mean,  there are rules.  But here, the chimp has made the effort to empty the containers,  but somehow didn’t have enough strength left over to catch them with the toe of his boot and punt them back onto the grass?  I’m not asking for much.  Just give them a kick.

We do have a few cars go by from time to time.  Not too wise to leave them on the “carriageway”.

 

Anyway,  it’s been a bit of a hot one today,  but I did want to take down our old clothes line since the word is,  the boys will be coming Monday or Tuesday to start on the evestroughing, soffits and facia.   We’ve been patiently waiting.  But patience are wearing thin.

 

 

Where the clothes line once was mounted will be siding,  so it had to come down.  Plus,  it’s been up there for over twenty years,  and was starting to get a bit cantankerous.  Came off much easier than I had anticipated.

The jury is out as to whether any work will get started on Monday.  I don’t even want to go there.

 

Oh,  and look. The slightly smarter than a chimp fellow who did the recycling didn’t have any issues with putting everything back.

 

 

 

Not that difficult.  Yes, it was a hot day.  Just keep hydrated.  That’s all.  And you know,  don’t be a lazy jack-ass.

 

I guess that’s all I got.  Just some mumblings about incompetent people.  I wrote down the number of the truck.  Probably should have called earlier.  Most likely now I won’t bother.

I’ll be watching.

 

Storms a comin’.   Took some effort,  but I put the Merc in the garage.  Supposed to get hail.  Just as soon not pay that deductible.

 

Keep it between the ditches,  and thanks for stopping by.

It’s been a busy few days.

And I suppose I could inundate you with 150 or so pictures of sailboats,  but we won’t go there.

The Bronte Rocks Regatta is pretty much the only weekend sailing that I sign up for, which means being on the water from around 10 in the morning until well into the afternoon.  Like, four or so.

I find that typically, getting a weekend pass is quite difficult,  and as it was,  there was a big party to get myself to on the Saturday,  and I didn’t stick around for very long after Sunday’s races either.  I think on that occasion,  I was just too flippin’ tired.  And I have the lacerations to prove it.

Now that it seems that I’m the resident Foredeck Dude,  that also comes with a couple bumps and scrapes from time to time.  Especially Sunday,  since it was just windy enough to make it interesting.

Gybing the spinnaker pole when it’s blowing much more than about 10 knots can be well….interesting.

 

Oh look,  all those boats are almost tipped over.

Which is probably why Travelling Companion has never had the slightest interest in sailing. 

Oh well.

You wouldn’t get me on a roller coaster for love nor money,  but the wind can just be honkin’  and that’s just fun.

Seems a bit odd, I realise.  Possibly some sort of mental instability.

I was just now trying to find a fairly brief description of a spinnaker gybe (or “jibe” if you prefer) and the best one might be this one.  I gave up on Youtube videos.   There were at least a couple were they didn’t really impress me too much.

And yes, it looks complicated, and I suppose at first it does seem that way.  No more than doing a brake job on a 69 Chevelle.  Just takes practise.

 

I think that’s all I got for today.   We did have our customary ‘last drink of the summer’ at the pub last night.  We convened early in response to the sad sacks who had to go to work this morning.  We used to convene at about 11:00 p.m. for one drink,  but instead met up at seven.   Kind of sucky la-la if you ask me,  but whatever.

 

Maybe tomorrow I’ll make mention of my “workplace” this morning. 

It was fun.  Really.

I think the humidity is dropping.  Yay me.

 

Thanks for stopping by.