Making It Up As I Go Along #264

MONDAY...
— Sort of my Tuesday because I worked yesterday to get Thursday off... and even more like Wednesday cause we’re off for Good Friday too.
— Baseball is here. A bit of the Blue Jays on TV before work.
— Work is alright. I’m alone in TC AFIS... see a bit of Megan, Janice and Laura as they pass by and stop for a second... otherwise, I’m all on my own.

TUESDAY...
— Lousy day stats wise at work. I just don’t get in any sort of rhythm and it shows. Janice (my team leader) doesn’t seem concerned... she says it happens to everyone. But I’ll be putting some pressure on myself for tomorrow.

WEDNESDAY...
— I’m a twit at work. I’m alone in TC AFIS again and just anti-social for some reason. It makes it all not a super night... but my stats improve from the last few days.
— I come home to a blackout. Looks like it’s been out a while too cause my nightlight (the one that’s supposed to come on automatically when the power goes) is also not on.
— I fumble for some candles and go battery power with the laptop.

THURSDAY...
— Quiet house day for me. I get back my recycling box that was taken by some other putz two weeks ago... I hope they’re scrambling for a new one now.

FRIDAY...
— Another quiet day around the house. Kind of boring to report but pretty much needed by me.

SATURDAY...
— Yes, another quiet day... but at least I go outside. Of course, outside is just long enough to drive over for a Shwarma for supper.
— Don Cherry is going senile. He tries to say that one of the worst goals I’ve seen a goalie give up in years wasn’t his fault. I’ve never seen a bad goalie given so many breaks. Toronto’s media love Andrew Raycroft. Anyway, the senility of Cherry continues as we whines about the possibility of New Jersey playing their backup goalie tomorrow. Dink.
— Change up my cable. Typical Rogers Cable... I end up getting more than I previously had and I’m paying about $10 less per month. Slime bags ripping us off.


A short Easter writing for today... you’d think I was busy or something wouldn’t ya? Weird stuff, but time flies by.

Easter ‘07
Most Easters, in my life, have been spent with family. They involve chocolate... maybe some presents... meals cooked by mom... and lots of flowers in every corner of the room (again, thanks to mom).

Last Easter was spent in Halifax with mom, dad, Ruby and Lee. Cousin Jeremy even showed up for some meals and lots of chocolate came back with me, crammed into my bag.

Easter, this year, has been different. A card came from the folks and well wishes from Edena and some friends... but Easter has, from the family holiday aspect of things, been largely ignored.

Flowers have remained near the forefront of my mind though. Today, I drove over to Shannon’s. And on the way, an interesting scene repeated over and over again. Each gas station has turned into a flower shop as well. Right out at the corner of the road sat buckets of flowers. It would look sort of pretty if this was a regular occurrence, but it rings a little sad to me here and now. Some of the buckets have $7 price tags taped to them and I wonder about the quality of gas station flowers... wondering if they’re worth such a price.

It leaves me thinking back to the Simpson’s and Apu... running his convenience store, proudly charging customers and arm and a leg when they’re at their most desperate. A carton of milk... $8... Nickle candy... $3.50... and when Homer forgets about Valentine’s Day, stale chocolates... $50. For me, the buckets of flowers sing of stale chocolates. So I guess $7 is fairly reasonable after all. But I’m left thinking of the sap guy, so desperate to avoid trouble at home that he sees a bucket of flowers outside a gas station as salvation. Yes salvation... quite fitting for a religious holiday.

Supper tonight is one that has been had a bit much as of late... pizza. Although Louis’ Pizza can not be compared to other pizzas... and it’s still a fine meal indeed. But Dick’s Diner lets us down. Yesterday I called to make sure they’d be open for the holiday... but today they still were closed. Their lies betrayed us... betrayed us much like... Judas! Hmm, once again, fitting for the religious time of season.

So we drive to Louis’ and rejoiced in the wondrous pizza they blessed us with. We take it home and watch hockey while stuffing ourselves. Hockey on high definition, at that! It may not be chocolate Easter egg hunting (complete with mom’s poem clues) but it ain’t half bad all the same.

But the hockey, it brings us a shootout. The Lord, Gary Bettman, had proclaimed the shootout to be good and righteous. But on this day, it brings us much pain and suffering. For, because of it, the Toronto Maple Leafs have been cast out of their quest for heaven... and on a religious holiday, of all times. What a sin... what a sin.