Wrapping up week six of summer break,

And things are getting messy out there in the streets. Another positive test inside the extended family, travel plans disrupted, tensions are high, and summer is drawing to a close in the next three weeks. Lots still left to do! Swim lessons close out this week too, so that’s another wrinkle. No matter, we’ll sort it all out eventually.

I have another busy work day ahead, and then a day of soft proofing for tomorrow if all goes well. Would be great to get away for the weekend and have my initial portion of my projects completed, and awaiting feedback next week. I need to eat something soonish! I can feel my stomach and guts rumbling in protest.

Food certainly does help put things into perspective. While this mornings news was a bit of a downer, it’s all going to work itself out somehow, so no use fussing too much about it. Eating, and working for a few hours has put me in a much better news, as I’m nearing the end of my project. Well, atleast the first chunk which is about 90% or more of the whole process. Minor changes and fixes usually only adds an additional hour or two. It’s this early step that takes anywhere from twelve to thirty hours to complete, depending on the size, and complexity of any tables provided. Doing a report with tables that have five columns is way different than doing one with eighteen, plus different call outs, like italicized data, bolded figures and colour coding in every single table & every column. Wow. Those are the wrist burners of the project world for me. Gotta take lots of breaks when those items come to town. Phew!

In other news, it’s been like six weeks since I’ve done any wood working, and I hate it! Bah. Would really enjoy building a table or chair right now. I need a good quality chair for the shop, so maybe I’ll build one this year, if I can. I’m thinking about a bass guitar, drum kit, air brush kit, a new larger air compressor, a new larger high powered bandsaw, a mill/drill machine to replace my tiny drill press. So many things, but most are out of reach financially, so I just like to look around online and look at the market place. Mooch about as it were. Looking, thinking and day dreaming about tools and such. I need to buy some quality raw materials if we’re being totally honest. That can get pretty costly depending on what species of wood I choose, and how much I buy. Decisions, decisions…

In other, other news I downloaded and watched both Prey and Lightyear. Two very different movies. I sorta enjoyed them both to some degree. Both were a bit odd. I’m still not sure who Lightyear was geared towards, because after watching it, I don’t think my kids would like it that much. And in the case of Prey, why they gotta fuck up the Predator head/face, and do such a bad job of the rubber gloved hands. Tacky as shit. The rest of Prey was good. Well, the CGI animals were a bit shit, but who has the time/energy for real bears and snakes. So I can give that a pass if I absolutely had to. But why mess with the head so badly. It looked terrible. Awful. Weak sauce!

Lightyear on the other hand looked incredible. Wish I’d seen it on an over sized AVX screen. It looked pretty stellar. I did however watch it in two parts because I was tired. Don’t know if that says anything about the films overall quality to you indirectly, but that’s how that viewing experience went down. Like it or lump it I suppose. Ciao Bella!

Works come in, gotta hop off social.

Summer sun, having a blast. Now back to our regularly scheduled work block of the week. It’s great to be able to get out and about with the kids, and then settle in to work for a few days every so often each week. Even better are the paid invoices that have come in recently. Which means it’s just about time to do more work, so I can send out new invoices to be paid. Could be a busy end to the month of August, and lead into September as well.

We saw some opal in real life the other week while visiting the Bancroft Rockhound Gemboree. Flashy stuff. Bit pricey if you ask me, but I don’t mine the stuff, nor buy it, so no skin off my nose. We went to a Sodalite mine and found a whole lot of amethyst chunks, which we were all super happy about. Fun times. I’m going to eat some breakfast then tuck into my latest project.

Bacon on the bbq grill.

If I had my way, this would be the only way I would make bacon moving forward. So crispy and evenly cooked. The house doesn’t stink, and it just tastes pretty great this way. I need to buy a platen, so that I can do eggs, bacon and pancakes or sausages all at the same time on the bbq. Doesn’t that all sound delicious! Mm mm. Good.

Oh yeah, no. I wouldn’t know about that. Sorry.

And other fun stories I tell my kids when they get way out into the weeds asking multiple questions on a subject I once thought I knew anything about. Ask enough ultra fine pointed questions about something and you start to butt up against the end of what you know about just about anything. So i have that going for me. No need to lie, or make up any grand statements. Just offer to go look it up with them and find out together. Depending on how left field their questions actually are, you could actually learn something new and interesting, if not useful in any way, shape or form. Good times.

Now we are in week six of nine for the summer holidays. The last couple of weeks have been both fast and incredibly long. It all changes hourly. I’m sure if we varied up our days activities it would feel different, but for right now we are reliving the same days over and over again. I can sense a good deal of work coming at any time, soonish. So we’re doing a lot of family time while I am not logged in and building projects for clients. I think it will last through until late October. Which is ok by me. Once the kids go off to school I’m going to go buy some hard woods and try at least one more furniture project in the fall. Possibly more depending on what I try. A table I could do, as I’ve made a few already. If I attempt a chair, that could take longer, as it’s far more intricate, and needs to be repeatable. I hope to find a decent slab to build a live edge coffee table as well. So we’ll see what becomes of anything when it comes time to a actually spend any money. Always hard to part with those precious dollar bills y’all.

Last nights storm didn’t do much to alleviate the humidity that is hanging around here today. We could hear lots of rumbling, but I never saw any flashes of light, nor any major window rattling booms of thunder. More rain is on the way, so let us hope the grass goes green once again, and that my tomatoes and pumpkins live to tell the tale of how dry this summer has been in random places.

She, he and Billy Boy Gee make three.

That shit likes to spread when you live and/or work in close proximity with people whom refuse to mask or social distance in any way, shape or form. C’EST la vie! This is life. If you want to live that way, you get all that freedom as well as its attendant fallout from the living on the edge of danger lifestyle. Unfortunately it tends to also collect housebound invalids with a myriad of medical conditions who didn’t ask for you to bring that shit into their homes. Critical but stable is still the call of the day. Angry? Yeah, certainly. Tense and anxious that a few others selfishness could end in calamity? Yes that too. Three of the four have it now. Two are suffering terribly, with the third only just testing positive, so it’s still too early to comment much. Let us hope they all make it out alive and well, with no new maladies to work through.

In other news, it’s hot. God Damn! Yesterday was an absolute humid roaster. The sun hurt to sit in. It reminded me of the time my wife and I went to Nevada in August and it was 106°F most of the time. Did not enjoy that much. That desert dryness is unbelievable. Gotta love Vegas though. I always get my steps in when wandering around looking at stuff. Few things I enjoy more than a good wander around looking at stuff. The interior themes of the casinos are as interesting as they are varied. Even old Freemont Street is a kick and a half. I can’t recall how many shows I’ve been to in all of my trips there in the last decade or so. Eaten some pretty great food there too. Steaks, french toast at any point in the day. It’s fabulous. I like that i can wander around with a chilled Twisted Tea can in my hand, and go look at stuff. I have even gone to the movies in Vegas. I think i saw Justice League with one of my brothers there. Couldn’t exactly tell you which theater it was. The movie didn’t leave much of an impression, beyond the fact i had wanted to go see Thor Ragnarok, but my brother had seen it already, and didn’t care for it. Whereas afterwards, I saw Thor and preferred it greatly over JL. Weird what we remember and why.

I think today is Sunday, if I had to venture a guess. This could potentially be the end of week six? I think. I need to look at a calendar to be certain. Nope, I was wrong, end of week five. Phew! Thought I’d missed a week somewhere in the mix. We did have a stretch of cooler, dreary days, but not enough to have lost a whole week of summer holidays.

In the mines, in the mines!

Dig dig dig dig dig dig, in the mines the whole day through! Off on a day trip to gather amethysts and other fancy looking minerals and gemstones if at all possible.

Trying to find ways to stay busy while family are in the ICU in stable but critical condition with Covid. Not doing my stomach any favors waiting for potentially calamitous news. On to the next thing I guess.

Anxiously waiting on sensitive news.

Slept like shit, and have an anxious upset stomach. Waiting to hear how a family member is faring in the ICU with Covid. Prognosis is bad, O2 levels dropped precipitously mid day yesterday. Age and other health factors at play. Not a candidate for ventilation or other extreme measures. Tough spot to be in.

Embracing Shark Week Content.

The kids have finally succumbed to the plethora of on-line content surrounding Shark Week, Megalodon and underwater attack videos. Although they find the brief interludes where the great white sharks breach the oceans surface a tad boring. I can forsee hours of YouTube videos in my near future. That, and possibly screams of terror in the night from nightmares. Soon to follow, a fear of sharks in any pool anywhere world wide, and fear of ever going into the lake when at the cottage. Good lord save us if a piece of sea weed touches their feet when in the lake! The hysterics, I can hear it now.

What day is it today? I whole heartedly believe it is Thursday, but don’t quote me on that, I’ll actually need to check to make sure. The air outside feels thick, so I guess we are going to have a bit of a humid stretch coming our way. Crossed a couple paid projects off my list, and am waiting on some others that I know are coming. The free fall life of uncertainty that comes with freelancing.

No, I do not do much of any development of new business. I like to have five to seven constant clients all year round. Preferably with different peaks and valleys for work load and high priority project deadlines. I used to advertise and spend hours a week on quotes, phone calls, inquiry e-mails and RFP’s, but I am a small, very small, niche freelance graphic designer, and all that writing & development takes precious time away from the actual paid work. I like doing the work itself, not networking, not schmoosing, not chasing clients and having to put on a song and dance for others. I suppose when my kids get older and are more self sufficient I’ll need to suck it up and do some networking to capture a few more clients, or sub contract out to a larger agency, or become more available to a larger local business that doesn’t have an in-house designer on tap, but would like one, several days out of every month all year long. But we’re not there yet, so I’ll stick with what works for now. I also have enough down time that I can pick up and learn new programs without that training cutting into paid work schedules. Which is really handy, and a privilege that I hold onto dearly. So no major paycheque chasing for me just yet. Thanks.

When Covid comes to town, round seven.

Earlier this week we learned that my wife’s great grandmother, who is 94 years old, has Covid for the first time in the nearly three years it’s been around. Not only that but at least one farm hand in his seventies has it too. We suspect the second farm hand, also in his seventies has it as well, but is such a heavy smoker with heart issues and a permanent cough/wheeze , that he just hasn’t noticed it yet. How could he, inbetween smokes all he does is cough and wheeze and shake like a leaf in the wind. He’d never know anything was wrong until he woke up dead one morning. He’d shrug and say “Could have been anything?” And float off on his merry way, oblivious to actually being dead. What a guy! But in all seriousness we are concerned for the 94 year old former nurse who grew up with a pet bear, and worked in a mining town for ages before getting married and going to med school. Lots of interesting stories wrapped up in that one believe you me.

Years ago, before I got married, I used to cut grass on the side of my full time job, and one of my clients was in Locust Hill. A brash and harsh old lady, I was told by everyone who knew her. A widower, her former husband had struck it rich by being the guy who built a machine, or series of which, that could consistently dye wool in any colour you like. Their house was huge, set back on an acre or so of lawn, with massive old growth trees. A shed full of relics, and a house stuffed to the tits with art and sculpture. When i met Barb, she was the cold and scathing witch i had been warned of, but as i kept coming back week after week, she started to open the door to chat, then poke a head out of a window, then settle on the porch, and after a month or two she’d invite me in for a meal and we’d talk at length about medicine (i have Crohn’s disease after all) so i don’t shy away from over sharing, or gruesome details. Anyway, in Barb’s youth she worked as a nurse in the sexual reassignment wing of a Toronto Hospital. Went in to great lengths and detail on how they could turn a penis into a vagina, and collect the meaty parts of a vagina and reconstruct a working penis. It was all very interesting and shocking. This was stuff they were doing in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s, and into the 90’s after all. I don’t recall when she retired, or under what circumstances, but she was a hoot, a real riot. Couldn’t cook for shit, but was generous with what she made me, and as a side note she didn’t know how her kids would survive after both of them attended Harvard and now ONLY earn $700k a year as of 2006. Ha. I fucking wish to be a $700k pauper. Her husband was a good looking dude. I saw many black and white photos of him in Jeans riding a motorcycle like a stud. Classic striped down low riding bike too. Old style seat with the coiled springs at the back two corners.

Barb died a while back, and I didn’t attend the funeral. I felt bad about that, but I spent a long time thinking about her that weekend. Had a drink in her honour as well, as I recall.

Really makes me sad that neither of my grandpas are around anymore. I really could have picked their brains on my furniture building projects. They both worked making furniture as a skilled profession for decades in Britain. I remember our house used to be stuffed with things they had made. Chairs and tables alike. Shame I can’t get access to all that experience now that I enjoy doing it myself. Details lost to the wind, like the sands of time passing between our finger tips. Books and YouTube will have to suffice for the moment.

August is upon us!

Albeit the second day of the month, but still it is here! A refreshing long weekend has just passed us by, complete with wind and rain, and a slight break in the humidity! What fun fresh things will happen in this, the eighth month of the calendar year. I know one thing for certain the Back To School commercials are about to kick up a notch, and it’s going to drive my wife nuts. Soon we will be regaled with exhortations of wasted days, lost weeks of the summer holidays. Screams of “I’ve accomplished nothing!”, and a general sense of panic regarding a return to the classroom. I get it. Now with two pandemics the prospect of being around anyone makes my skin crawl. Corona and Monkeypox sitting in a tree, causing death and destruction for you and me, first comes a cough, then comes an itch, if you don’t catch either, you one lucky bitch! *ironic applause break* thank you, thank you. It’s all very real, and upsetting. If you can’t laugh then you’ll only cry about it. Find the funny, like that comedienne says.