Sometimes I think the world is too kid friendly. Or at least little kid friendly. This past week, I had a nice visit with friends from back home. This had me playing tourist for a few days and included a tour of parliament’s centre block.
Our group had at least a half dozen kids who would have all been under the age of ten. Many of them likely less than six.
It made our group what I began to call a World of Squirm. They just can’t sit still and know no personal boundaries. If they wanted to get from point A to point B and your legs were an obstacle, they’re climbing through.
And the worst part of the Squirm tour was that, twice, while the tour guide gathered people in a circle to discuss the history of rooms we were standing in… toddler fart drifted through the air.
Perhaps the rule should be that if you’re too young to understand to hold it in, you’re too young to join the tour.
Fall is quickly coming. Leaves are beginning to turn… rain is picking up again after a few weeks of dry… and nighttime temperatures are sliding to single digits. It got down to 5 degrees one night last week. It’s funny because Fall is now my favourite season, and I’m looking forward to aspects of it… but I’m still dreading how quickly summer is leaving. I think it’s the knowledge that winter is indeed coming.
It’s funny, actually. Each of the four seasons is the same length but winter and summer always feel much longer than spring and fall. I guess spring and fall are transitions to the two extremes (the hottest time of year versus the coldest). This leaves parts of spring and fall feel like winter or summer. But even though fall is my favourite season, it always only feels like it’s a month long.
TV commercials for drugs that are supposed to help treat such issues as dry skin and stomach disorders are simply bizarre. They all start talking about your symptoms as if you may soon be shunned from society. Then they switch to the glory of the drug and how life will become bliss. And the finish is the soothing voice of a woman explaining the possible side effects of the drug.
And the side effects always seem worse than any good that may come. Increased risk of cancers, trouble breathing, nausea, diarrhea… in rare cases, death. Surely the dry skin is better to deal with than those possible side effects. I’d rather avoid foods that may inflame an irritable bowel than be able to eat mom’s spicy chilli in peace while risking my ability to breathe. I can’t imagine any of these commercials bringing some great swell of sales for these drugs.
Trump
Trumpeting Trump is trumping
Trumping around the room
Trumpeting Trumpy trumpisms
Just like a simple fool
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