What a load of…

Fifteen times the charm I suppose. Oh I hate to see what a mess the next two years are going to be with the US Congress. What a mess. Why hold out for fourteen votes just to go ahead on the fifteenth, five days later. Looks like showboating, and attention seeking. But I’m no scholar in American politics, so that’s just my opinion from the outside looking in. No different than any other fundraising politician anywhere. Being a household name by any means necessary is good for raising money. Not sure why, but it seems to work. Oh well. Now we can see the dysfunction spill over into every other aspect of Congress being run. I expect committee members to be dropped (Democrats that is) and the one man vote to remove the speaker going ahead on the daily, as revenge. What a mess.

Can it really be Friday, already.

Only a few days left of this wandering fog called a winter break and reality will come rapidly back into sharp relief. That and all of our usual responsibilities, like knowing what time of day it is, what day of the week it is, and where we are in the month. That and driving, shopping, school runs, lunches and every day regular life. Oh, oh and waking up at a reasonable hour and going to bed well before midnight. That is something I look forward to. Regular sleep patterns and my own bed. Amazing what passes for good news as you get older. Ha.

One last leg of our drive and we’ll be officially home, and then I can begin to resettle for school and work obligations. I’m sure I have a mountain of laundry to process. The dishwasher will have sat idle for the week, so those dishes will be stinky, and may need a second run through if we had any really sealed in goo on the bowls. Gotta sort out the presents to locate school back packs, books and such. It’s going to be a whole thing this weekend getting prepared to return to regular days. I have a pile of masks to wash, and N95’s to find out of storage. The new extra curricular schedule to put in my phone, and attempt to remember to use a 3 and not a 2 on any dates I write down.

I intend to undertake a good broken toy / garbage purge in the coming week(s). Depending on how long it takes to make the interior look livable, and less cluttered. I foresee a lot of sorting this time around, and not as much throwing things away. Finding all of the LOL Doll accessories and putting them in an accessible, but tidy spot to be played with, without winding up all over the family room floor. Sorting out Trolls, and Peppa Pig from Harry Potter, from all of the LOL Doll figures and accessories is going to take a very long time. My main goal is to remove as much cardboard/kleenex/napkin shards that accumulate around the house while the kids modify their toys and build cloaks, coats, sleeping bags, and back packs for their various toys. I don’t mind the crafting and modifications, but I detest them leaving the aftermath scattered over the floor. Paint streaks on the hardwood floors, globs of glue on the edge of the coffee table, pieces of paper confetti against every available surface. Ugh.

Don’t get me started on the actual crafts, fancy paper and glitter bombs I find behind the couches, or hidden corners of the house. Bits of decorative string, cord, or frayed rope lengths just lying every where. Sand and glitter all over the table cloth in the dining room. Buttons, jewels and baubles that get thrown about the room, ready to pinch your foot should you step on them. Maddening! Madness! Mayhem I say. So I need to re-sort all that stuff, and probably get rid of things that never get used, like colouring books, and dried out markers, and smashed crayon bits, and dried up glue sticks. That’s at least a full weeks worth of home house keeping to undertake. I do have some down time coming, so I’ll definitely find the time. Wee!

Come Monday we are all back to regular life. It may not be normal as of yet (Thanks COVID-19 : XBB15 point something or other). Maybe in another year or two if we miraculously decide to try something other than mostly nothing. Maybe this new year will bring us all some clearer insights and inspiration. Who knows! Ciao Bella

The pesky rain that freezes to everything.

Had to put off some travel due to inclement weather yesterday. But now the road, it calls to us. Beckoning us to drive in all the grey coloured clouds. The salters have been out and about for hours already, and in a few more the sun should peek through, and we’ll have an ever so slightly safer trek. Pays to wait out most of the bad weather.

Vacation week with the kids is drawing to a close, as we now need to get prepped for a return to school & work. I have some lined up all ready, with more to come. Will check back in later. Ciao Bella.

Vacation week is running smoothly.

Not much to report other than the impending freezing rain storm coming our way. Otherwise a week of rest and relaxation is off to a great start, or mid week hump. I think it’s Wednesday today. Hard to know at this point. Early days of 2023 are rolling along. Had my father’s 74th birthday just the other day. Operated via facetime. And great grandma just turned 95! Pop bottles and pour some out for the homies we’ve lost along the way.

The plan, the plan. What!?! Is the plan…

I think I’m going to aim for 400 days of blogging, creative writing, and a general sense of nonsense and then reassess. I didn’t really have a plan beyond wanting to do a little writing every day for a year, and well…. now I am beyond that by a slight margin. I don’t have any goals for writing beyond the mere act of doing it. I try to get more concise. To limit run on sentences. To be more coherent in general. I’d actually need to reread a portion of last years posts to see if I managed to achieve any of those things. So, I’ll go out on a limb and I will say, sorta, kinda, maybe?

I do use this medium to moan, and lament about daily struggles and annoyances. But believe you me, I don’t have it too bad. I’m doing just fine. I could do with slightly better gut health, but otherwise, we’re all good. I just love to narrate a good gripe, every now and again. For those at home keeping score, I have Domestic Duties Monday’s, which sometimes gets bumped to Tuesday. I occasionally do movie reviews. Mostly if they are awful, or evoke some type of emotional response from me. Rage being a perfectly reasonable response to write about.

Rarely, I will cover retro gaming with my kids. As I have access to a Sega Master System, PS1, Nintendo 64, Super NES, Atari game system, Xbox , and an Xbox 360. So for older games we got you covered! I had kids so the PS4 & PS5 sailed right by me without waving. So nothing more recent than late stage 360 games get reviewed here.

I sometimes cover wood working projects, home DIY items, and my own spin on sculpting monster/creature busts and figures. I don’t recall ever discussing my music tastes, or instruments, but I can if I felt like it. I have taken to assembling an instrument stock pile, so that my kids have access should the mood take them. Key board, guitars, possibly drums, a violin, and a clarinet. Maybe we’ll form a family band just for kicks to keep ourselves occupied in the future. Who knows.

I just feel like I want to quit dreaming about things, and just go do them, regardless of being an awful noob and all. I don’t need to be any good, I just want to do the things, and experience them first hand, instead of watching others do the thing on YouTube. Perhaps building a new skill, or just preparing the way for my kids to learn, and do new things too. No point being miserable doing only what others expect of you. That way lies madness, depression and misery.

So in short, I don’t know how much longer I plan to keep going on a daily basis, but whatever I do, it’ll be more of the same. With the caveat that I might stumble upon a good short story theme or character, and then light up this phone with new installments. Fingers crossed. Ciao Bella!

Day Two : On the slopes of Uxbridge’s Lakeridge Resort.

At least this morning in the wee hours the temperatures were down below zero, so I hope that they managed to add an appropriate amount of snow back onto the hill. The last four days of heat and rain has played havoc with our accumulated snow. I fear the hills will be open patches of grass and puddles of muddy slush. I forsee more tears at pick up time. I will however sit in the viewing area for a bit to watch a few runs down the hills. I didn’t get to see her at the first lessons last year, and I felt like she didn’t want me to stick around on Friday either.

Back to Monday. Taking this week as a vacation as well, while everyone else is out of school/work. I used my time yesterday to take down all of our decorations, tree and wreath on the front door. I even took down a couple of exterior lighting elements. I didn’t break out the ladder to do the roof line, but I don’t know if I feel like going completely dark right away. The winter is so bleak, so a pop of colour at night is kinda nice.

I need to get ready to drive out to the ski hills. Have a great Monday Jan 2, 2023. Oh – oh. It is also great grandma’s 95th birthday today. Celebration to be held out front of the LTC where she currently resides. Had COVID-19 in August which put her in the hospital for 4 weeks, followed by 7weeks at rehab, then a care home, and now an LTC. Not the best five months for Grandma P! Still alive and kicking though. That’s a plus.

Happy first day of 2023.

That is going to take a little getting used to. I foresee a number of two’s converted into threes in my near future! Ha. A slightly cloudy and cool Sunday morning today. Ever so slightly above zero degrees Celcius. Maybe we’ll have some snow on the slopes tomorrow? A man can dream can’t he? Not sure what the plan is for my kids snowboard lessons & camp day at Lakeridge. Do they keep them inside the whole time if they have no snow? I honestly don’t know. It’s all prepaid, so it’s not like we aren’t going to go. Tomorrow’s problem to solve I suppose.

Today we focus on things we have control over. Starting with a Zoo visit, then taking down the Christmas decorations. Some exterior lighting elements, wreath, big bow, and the tree. Followed by a smart clean up and vacuuming of lost tree needles. Finding all the secreted bits of cardboard, and garbage, people have stuffed in hidden corners of the house. I would absolutely love to clear all of the mess out this week, but I can tell I’ll be holding on to some until much later on this month. Ugh.

I won’t bother with strip mining the house until after everyone goes back to their regularly scheduled activities. I prefer to clean in peace. And not fight over every single broken toy piece. But that’s a week away from now. Time to focus on the family, and our day ahead.

Welcome to 2023!

Upon further reflection it would seem…

That 2022 was definitely a year. Some good, some bad, some great, and some terrible. COVID-19 played a direct part in much of this. For better, or for much much worse, it is here to stay. Waiting in the deepest cells of our bodies, waging a war only some can feel outwardly. Attacking immune systems, causing dysregulation. Clearing a path for other bacterial or viral infections to dig in and gain a foot hold. Truly frightening stuff. But I digress. On the other hand events made a come back in 2022, and companies as a whole increased their marketing spend, investing in packaging, branding and all manner of things. So on the work front it was clearly a better year than 2020 & 2021. I’ll have to see if it was one for the history books, but it was certainly better than the last two years that is for sure. Freelancing during COVID-19 was, is, a difficult tightrope to tread.

I managed to write a whole second book of interconnected short stories. I made even more wood working projects than ever before. Including a few small furniture pieces. I was rather proud of myself for those items. Mostly small end tables. My dream of a live edge coffee table will have to wait as my slabs had suffered some catastrophic failures requiring an all new plan to utilize the most wood I could. Turned out ok, I think.

I was able to sculpt seven items, with an eighth started but nowhere near completed. I also painted six of my sculpts, and got some much needed practice with my old airbrush unit. I painted some board game pieces, my sculpts, and a model kit.

So I’d like to maintain the momentum if I can into the new year. Also this year (2022), while clearing off old lingering projects I did the panel lining, and decal work on my 1/100 ZZ Gundam model from 2019/2020. And a blank VF-1 Macross Gerwalk model kit that I had built and then left unfinished for more than a year. I was aiming towards starting my G-Systems Best mech resin model, but I have opted to try one more model kit build up before I get into the really pricey resin model. I want a chance to improve on steps I mucked up prior to trying the highest quality item I have. Cautious optimism! And a revised plan of attack. I am writing out my steps to approach the new model once it shows up next week. That way I can be meticulous, and know that I’m not skipping over, or forgoing anything vital for the sake of speed. A good plan, I think.

I didn’t do as much home DIY this year, as 2021 was the year for that. That was the first year both kids were in school, and I took the opportunity to work unencumbered! It was a blessing, as those Covid rules kept the kids home for spits and spurts all school year long. Glad I used my time wisely in the beginning, because all that isolation, and restricted movement played havoc with my plans. This year, it was more cleaning, and building furniture for around the house. Lots of storage items for kids toys.

I don’t think I built any miniature war gaming terrain this year. But I did buy a bunch of D&D miniatures from Kickstarter. Going to be a long while before I see those delivered. And even longer before I get them painted for a game!

I’m rambling now. All the best for New year’s eve! Enjoy the new year! Ciao Bella!

“Well, if you must know… in my version of the story the pilot doesn’t make it.”

Screamed the young woman from the bottom of the decrepit stair case. Her clipped words echoing down the long bare central hall of the rustic Victorian townhouse. The peeling wall paper doing little against the spoiled plaster walls to limit the ear splitting echo. “And what good would that have done, you silly shit!” Comes the shrill answer from the attic. Followed immediately by a rattling coughing fit, and the shaking of the patinaed light fixtures, causing dust mites to tumble from the gaps in the busted ceiling. “You never take my advice! You ask me thousands of questions, and ignore all of my suggestions! I hate you, you old fucking cow!” Booms the young woman, pausing her pacing at the foot of the stairs just long enough to tear a piece of thumbnail from her teeth. “That’s the spirit, you little shit! Fight for your suggestions then. Win me over in our dinner time debates if you think they are so much better than what I’ve written.” The disembodied voice replies, a little less shrill, and with just a hint of a laugh. “Oh sod you then. See if I have any answers for your thousands of questions on the next one!” Replies the now motionless youth, gathering herself and her voluminous skirts. “Oh my deary. You say that now! But what of my next manuscript? Can you truly contain yourself when the opportunity for input arises?” Barks the raspy voice from the attic, with a choked laugh.

The sounds of a type writer tick, tick, ticking once again fills the somber air of the run down Victorian townhouse. Rain pelts the cheap leaden windows. Water pools along the mouldy baseboards. A lone candle flickers as the youth rushes past it with her skirts all a skitter. “Bitch”. She mutters to herself, as she moves along the hall towards the kitchen. Dust trails her foot steps on the roughly worn carpets. A knock at the front door goes unnoticed.

The air is thick and scented in the downstairs foyer, with oil lamp soot. The candle flames in the lower levels sconces leave trails of soot up the walls. The burned edges of the old wall paper curl and writhe in the air. From the attic a steady thrum of the typewriter can be heard. From the front door a louder and more insistent knock persists. The clanging of pans in the kitchen just about drowns everything out. Atleast until the clanging, and tick, tick, ticking is interrupted by the sound of breaking glass.