Day Seventy:
[EDIT: I have to admit, some place in here I doubled up a day and thought this was day 69... in the original posts you will find I'm out a day at this point.]
About mid morning I had thought to myself, 'You'd better start writing this shit down because you're not going to remember shit tonight'... and here we are, I can't remember diddly, can't remember squat. Let's start with what I remember... I woke up late, had a meat and cheese sammich to get me going and cut up the meat for the souvlaki, tossed it in my secret marinade, I'd tell you whats in it but in keeping with the theme it's even secret to me... ya I always forget... likely it's never the same twice... olive oil, garlic, lemon, oregano, some other stuff... Anyway got that all tucked away in the fridge and went to do research on my computer for a project I'm working on... ya, you got me, I played some video games while Lawson had his online class meeting... apparently we were supposed to build some Iroquois 'thing' - questioning him did little good, he doesn't know the word in English and I don't know what the hell he's talking about in french... thinking it might be some kind of diorama or something like that but he assures me it's not... I went through a list of possibilities and none where what he's thinking of... I say we build a casino and open a gas station out front and we should have it covered... A+ for everyone. Hit Me! Made him a Quesadilla for lunch... shit, hind sight being 20/20 I should have made him some Bannock, that would have taken care of building something native and fed his pie hole. Not doing well today I decided to write it off as a non productive day but still try to keep the boy entertained. We started a new game of Hard Core Minecraft in the latest snapshot (like a beta version)... We used his friends phone number as a seed for the game and spawned on a crappy little island in the middle of the ocean... first thing on the agenda was swim to a slightly less crappy island in the middle of the same ocean so we didn't starve to death waiting for coconut trees to grow spontaneously out of thin air. We are surviving, got to about day 6, have some diamond gear and even found some netherite... still leery about sky creepers but that's another story. Heather got home late from work, apparently they added 3 new colours of crayons to her crayon box at work and it's causing everyone grief... at this point I think it has involved 3 departmental meetings, a webinar, extensive in house training and a sacrifices to Zorkon the Space God but I'm sure they will all get the hang of the extra crayons soon. I called her on the cell to make sure she hadn't died... while I had her on the line I got an ETA and had dinner ready when she got home. Got rid of another open bag of veg in the freezer, down to mostly new unopened stuff in there at this point. The conversion of the freezer is almost complete... what was once a historic cryogenic containment unit for meals from the past is now serving the purpose of keeping food non toxic during the time it takes to get from the shopping spree to the table. AND THEN... We get back to the topic at hand... What the hell has happened to Hockey in Canada... Well, I went online for a meeting tonight with the NOHA board and the chief executives of most of the northern hockey organizations and let me tell you... I heard nothing shocking. Basically we are all boned until COVID19 is a non issue, not our decision to make... when stuff starts to come back online we will do what we can to salvage some of next season, that might mean playing only locally (there are not enough children for that to be honest) or things might be all better and normal by September. I didn't expect anything more, in the down time they are still all working on issues that will need dealt with next season covid related and otherwise. The general concern seems to be that we have to follow down south rules but have completely different problems to deal with... Like at this point I believe 4 people in an old folks home in Timmins are our only active cases of covid19 and most of those are ongoing from almost a month ago... OH WAIT BUT ROD... that's just Timmins... no, that's a good chunk of Northern Ontario... the Porcupine Health Unit covers a huge area... in the map below it is about the area in the box... that box is like 600km across and 700km top to bottom... do some math... ya, that's way bigger than Germany... 4... 4 people over 70 years old in one location (red indicator)... isolated... AND no hockey. You can see why people up here don't want to follow the rules needed to make someplace like Toronto safe. Some times I guess it's a good thing to live in the Middle of Butt Fuck Nowhere. There is something else I was just thinking about but you know what happen to that though... good because I don't... SO ANYWAY... I made it all the way though that without one 69 joke... And on HumpDay too... OK, here it is... A metric conversion for my not so Canadian friends... 69 converted to Metric is 88... He 8 her, she 8 him. Sorry, I had too. Oh now I remember... I have to go pick up stuff from his school on Monday, somebody remind me... no more hopes of going back to school... likely have some catching up to do next year. That's all, GN
Map of the Porcupine Health Unit
Rod Turnbull
As for the 69 thing... if you do that sideways are you more likely to get cancer or just crabs?
