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Measuring time

It's funny how we measure time. For short intervals, we use a clock, for longer intervals, we use a calendar. But, for life events, we use other things.

When we are very young, we measure in "sleeps"; how many times do we have to go to bed between events.

As we get older, we measure in "birthdays". Each passing year is recorded as an achievement, and our age becomes a badge of honour.

RIP Llewelyn Pitcher

My uncle Lew passed away this weekend. The cancer that he battled for years finally overcame him, and he passed at his home in Dartmouth NS, surrounded by family.

Sneaky, sneaky charity

Today, I received an email from a charity I support, telling me that they were certain that I wasn't reading the e-newsletter they email me every month. And, because of this certainty, I would no longer receive the e-newsletter.

Hmmmmmmm...........

Now, how would they know if I was or was not reading email that they sent me? I have been reading their e-newsletter, so how is it that they think that I have not?

A Deep Sense of Loss

The last few days, I've felt a deep sense of loss. Not the same sort of feeling while I grieved for Marya, but more a feeling of sadness and regret that some part of me has removed itself from me.

Another Scam

Don't panic. If you received an "Ecocan Notice", it's just another marketing scheme, and not a missed delivery.

Sex

Yes, I know that we aren't supposed to discuss that topic. At least, not in polite company.

F*ck that.

For countless generations, the one thing that's motivated and interested people of all races, genders, and ages, is the prospect of "getting some".

Wuv, Twu Wuv...

There have been times, since Marya's passing, that I've wondered about "love". I loved my wife, and mourned her passing. Now, I love another woman, equally but in a different way.

Long ago

Long ago, I worked for a company that did useful things. For the most part, I enjoyed the work. I made friends there, met my future wife there, and generally learned my craft there.

Of course, things changed.

The place grew bigger or I grew smaller; I couldn't tell the difference.

When did we give up?

When did the world "give up"? I know that I missed the announcement, but I haven't missed the consequences.

When I was growing up, the world had such promise. Not just for me, but for everyone.

"Live better, Electrically" has given way to "Less costs More".

Instead of having "a place to stand" and "a place to grow", we now have a "have not" province.

Learning to cook

Since Marya passed away, I've had to teach myself how to cook. Today's XKCD strip is so apropos.

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