An Involuntary Cold Shower

So, last night my hot water heater after 20 years of steadfast servitude, breathed it's last. Should I say more precisely, it leaked it's last onto my basement floor.

Luckily my dad discovered the leak almost immediately, but nonetheless we're stuck with the annoyance of either a) boiling water to have warm water to bathe in, or b) using very very cold water. Neither option is that appealing but we're coping.

So you figure something like this, they've got a top notch system over at the gas company for fixing such things. I mean no Canadian should have to live without hot water, summer or no summer. This is NOT the caribbean here, we are not all year around warmed by the sun, looking forward to the cool water as a respite from the heat.

Besides that, for some reason this water from the tap is colder than any other water known to man, I'm convinced it somehow manages to be below freezing and stay liquid.

Anyway, I learned that the gas company in fact does not have a well oiled machine equipped to quickly repair this problem in a reasonable amount of time. They're coming tomorrow a full 2 days later, and they won't even say when they're coming, they've given us a "window" of six hours in which they could come at any time. Which means they could show up at 10 or at 4 and it's the same to them. Well not to me! I have two more showers in the frigidity before this will come to an end and that's IF they fix it when they do come.

For this kind of thing it should be routine in and out and we'll be there at 10:23 ma'am no later. They should have teams of people dedicated to making sure water heaters are repaired 'round the clock, as they are reported! I mean, have THEY every tried taking a shower in water so cold it makes your bones hurt? Maybe if they did, they wouldn't be so damned nonchalant about their "window" and I wouldn't have to be convincing myself I won't catch pneumonia tonight.

I know I can go to a family members or one of my friend for a shower. But there's something to be said for being in your own home for these kind of things. Same reason I hate showering at the gym. It's not my shower, I feel out of place and I'm almost guaranteed to forget something crucial to my shower success. Nonetheless, I might mooch some hot water off my Aunt anyway, there's no use in dying over the principle of the thing, right?

In the depths of Scarborough.

Ok, so I'm a posting fool right? Well here are some photos I took in Scarborough. This is beautiful Lake Ontario at a little known park....

Squirrel's Gone Wild

One of my best friends in the world has been mentioning for some time that he is helping raise some baby squirrels. One fell down his chimney, and when he went to the vet with him, the vet managed to get him to adopt some more. He's going to set them free once he's sure it's warm enough. But in the meantime, the older one is just a riot. So, here's some video of Momiji in action.... Oh yeah, Momiji, that's his name....


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That's a fur cap....


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Tickle, tickle....

Hell Hath No Fury.

I have to ask a question of the world! Specifically 1/2 of the population. Those that have a Y chromosome. What makes you think you can get away with anything? Even your most accomplished liars eventually are found out. So why do it, why attempt when you know the best you can hope for is eventual, deferred, failure?

I ask this question because of late I've been watching my best friend peel away the layers of a very thick web of lies. Things found, often in plain sight, that he never thought would be found. Things left innocently as though they have nothing to offer hide dusty grey secrets. Things said that appeared to have no meaning are thick with implications. And it just makes me wonder....

What is it about you guys that makes you think you can fool us? You see our good-hearted loving nature and long for what? To see how much you can get away with, just because you can? For the most part, we always know something is up. We always know on some deep level. It may not be apparent to us, but once the gate is open, we can show you exactly how far down the fence goes.

So I offer this piece of wisdom: don't try. No matter what you think, you can not get away with it. Eventually you will slip up, and we are swift and quick-witted enough to know when you do.

A Dream Deferred....

A very thoughtful man in my life posed a question to me recently and I decided it to put it out there. It's something that should be given much thought, discussed and debated.

So, for Jac, I present:

A Dream Deferred
by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Holy Moly

It's been a month! It seems like much much longer than that, but it works out to be a little more than a month. I have updates coming soon I promise. Right now, just dealing with what life has thrown my way. Please lookout for: the funny BBQ story, an upsetting story about how ungrateful your family can be, a squirrely family and what I hope is the final chapter in a love saga that should now be over.

Actually, let's do that one now. No details, just that a dear friend of mine, one of my best friends in this crazy world had her heart broken to pieces by a man that I can only nicely describe as a fool. She's suffering because she has a good heart and she loves him in spite of his flaws, which means the greatest tragedy is that he doesn't see what a gem he could have had. To her I say, though it may be dark and grey now, eventually you begin to see light again, believe me as I have been there! I do plan on talking to him myself, and at first I was just going to curse at him, but I changed my mind. What I will do is curse him.

I'm putting out here online too, so it's in writing somewhere.

TO A.N. :

Until you do right by she that you have hurt, everything that you touch will turn to dust.
Every hope, every dream, every attempt will fail miserably and almost without reason.
Until you make it right by her and by me every overture will fall flat, every effort be a waste of your time. And though at times it may seem like you have found some luck, you will always discover that whatever or whomever you have depended on secretly abhor and disappoint you. Until you have made ammends, the heavens are closed to you, no light will shine on your heart, and you will feel the same blackness that has overtaken those that you have hurt. And until that day when things are made right, I pity you for the fool that you are and the shame that you will always be.

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I know that it's bitter and morbid, but a curse is a curse, may God do what he will with it!