Still having those same dreams I had in university. Like walking into a new class only to realize you were supposed to have read the whole textbook prior to day one of classes. Or walking into a test you didn’t know was coming. A wild sense of panic, followed by furiously scribbled notes on what I know, or can recall, if anything at all about the random subject I have mistakenly been put in charge of presenting. My plan is to then put all of our heads together to find out what the others know, then leaning into the emcee role and introducing the topic, with a vague introduction to the audience, gathered from information gathered from a quick chat with the assembled group. Encouraging the other folks in the team to speak up, because as it turns out, I was just walking by at an inopportune time and was mistakenly corralled in with a group of people that knows alot about the subject in my dream. My worst nightmare! Among other possible horrible things. So my solution is to get them to all talk about their individual areas of expertise, rather than trying to bs my way out. It’s a weird dream to have, and one I’ve had many times over the years. Not sure why, but there we are. A fun little lead in to a random Thursday during week eight of summer holidays. August ends next week, so we’re deep in the weeds of summer time in Canada. The dog days of summer. We could potentially still see a heat wave or two pass through making summer last into November. Remember the year of el niño? I ended up cutting grass in shorts and a t-shirt until mid December. Then one day it snows, and the whole plot changed over night. It was weird! Very random experience. Strange even.
Hey look, Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is back on tv. I thought he had managed to do every single dirty job in north America, and then some. I’ll have to read up, as to why he stopped the show in the first place. I hope it’s not due to scandal, but you never do know these days.
Today is the 37th anniversary of my immediate family moving to Canada from England. Always sneaks up on me. To think, we could have gone to Australia instead. Or moved to the US. What a strange life that would have been. Funny how things work out.
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