Many have been saying that 2016 has been the worst year ever. I don't know if it has been that bad (think world wars, the Great Depression, etc), but it has been weird.
For example, our house got flooded in a huge July rain storm.... I got blown off a highway and into a ditch in North Dakota while on my motorcycle (I still have PTSD symptoms every time the wind blows now)..... and, in the past 2 weeks, all the snow in the universe has been dumped in Estevan.
But the topper....... one of the furnaces at the church building quit last week.
Ok - that is not a big shocker. Furnaces quit. The interesting part is why it quit.
A bat flew down the air intake, landed on the circuit board and fried himself short circuiting the entire thing.
When the plumber came to check things out, he found a perfectly persevered bat - stiff as a board - looking at him.
A bat!
I am not sure what this means, or what it has to do with anything else, but it just seemed like the appropriate ending to a very odd year.
Friday, December 30, 2016
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Up on the Roof
Apparently, I was living on the edge today.
As you may know, Estevan got hit with about 20 cm of snow on Sunday (this to go along with the 25 and 15 or so we had before..... in other words - we have a lot of snow) and so Sari suggested that I ought to go up on the roof and shovel some of it off.
Generally, this is not something I would agree to because (a) I don't like walking around/shovelling the roof in the winter because it is easy to wreck the shingles and (b) it is snow.... eventually it will melt - problem solved! However, since the house has been creaking and cracking at night lately, I agreed to go up there.
Within minutes of crawling up there, it started. People slowed down to look at what I was doing. The neighbour across the street (who gave me a speech about being up there last year and who, when he saw me jump off the roof into a snow pile, grabbed his phone and started calling 911) stopped what he was doing, shook his head and carried on. Various other people called out and told me to be careful. In fact, one guy from down the block even brought me his "roof rake" so that I could scrape some of the snow off the roof from the ground.
Don't get me wrong! I appreciate everyone looking out for my well-being.... they were being nice... but it makes me wonder two things......
1. When did going up on your roof in the winter become the most dangerous activity in our society???? I am certain that I would have had less remarks directed at me if I was driving a dynamite truck through a war zone! Yes, I too have heard the story about some dude somewhere who was doing whatever and fell off of something - but really??? Name me three people you know who have actually hurt themselves falling off of anything - much less their roof in the middle of winter. Besides, by the time I was half done there was so much snow on the ground I could have almost walked off the roof. In fact, the snow pile was so high I would have been in more danger standing on it rather than the roof.
2. I must be crossing over into the "crazy old man" age. You know, that time when you get to be too old to do the stupid things that you used to do. When you are young and stupid, people just shake their head and leave you alone because - well - you are likely too stupid to listen anyway. ... but now because you are both "stupid" and "old", the age factor seems to give people a modicum of hope that you may actually pay attention to logic for once (but - of course - that isn't going to happen).
On the other hand.... I do remember my neighbour yelling at me for jumping off of my Dad's garage the summer I was 10 years old.
Maybe it would be best to just stay off the roof. :)
As you may know, Estevan got hit with about 20 cm of snow on Sunday (this to go along with the 25 and 15 or so we had before..... in other words - we have a lot of snow) and so Sari suggested that I ought to go up on the roof and shovel some of it off.
Generally, this is not something I would agree to because (a) I don't like walking around/shovelling the roof in the winter because it is easy to wreck the shingles and (b) it is snow.... eventually it will melt - problem solved! However, since the house has been creaking and cracking at night lately, I agreed to go up there.
Within minutes of crawling up there, it started. People slowed down to look at what I was doing. The neighbour across the street (who gave me a speech about being up there last year and who, when he saw me jump off the roof into a snow pile, grabbed his phone and started calling 911) stopped what he was doing, shook his head and carried on. Various other people called out and told me to be careful. In fact, one guy from down the block even brought me his "roof rake" so that I could scrape some of the snow off the roof from the ground.
Don't get me wrong! I appreciate everyone looking out for my well-being.... they were being nice... but it makes me wonder two things......
1. When did going up on your roof in the winter become the most dangerous activity in our society???? I am certain that I would have had less remarks directed at me if I was driving a dynamite truck through a war zone! Yes, I too have heard the story about some dude somewhere who was doing whatever and fell off of something - but really??? Name me three people you know who have actually hurt themselves falling off of anything - much less their roof in the middle of winter. Besides, by the time I was half done there was so much snow on the ground I could have almost walked off the roof. In fact, the snow pile was so high I would have been in more danger standing on it rather than the roof.
2. I must be crossing over into the "crazy old man" age. You know, that time when you get to be too old to do the stupid things that you used to do. When you are young and stupid, people just shake their head and leave you alone because - well - you are likely too stupid to listen anyway. ... but now because you are both "stupid" and "old", the age factor seems to give people a modicum of hope that you may actually pay attention to logic for once (but - of course - that isn't going to happen).
On the other hand.... I do remember my neighbour yelling at me for jumping off of my Dad's garage the summer I was 10 years old.
Maybe it would be best to just stay off the roof. :)
Friday, December 23, 2016
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Coming soon!
A new round of "30 blogs in 30 days" is just around the corner. Keep checking back!!! :)
Sunday Stuff (Dec 18)
If any of this sounds interesting to you, feel free to come and check it out. You are always welcome.
Friday, December 09, 2016
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