Wednesday, (feels like a Monday. or maybe a continuation of Monday, like maybe Monday Never Ends??? Aaaaaaaaaaa-)

+6˚C/+43˚F & raining lightly @ 4:44:44 pm  (eeeep?)

Trying to stay awake until Cathi gets home, I have some bouncy castle for sale more studio work to finish.

The boy is downstairs (Main floor) computing, hopefully not getting away with anything illegal, immoral or whatever.

Photo is from last night- yesterday’s marathon.

catchyalater….

—–Jim

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009. (Happy New Year!) ((Marion & Val’s Birfday… & a couple other friends’ birthday too. Mike something…))

+1˚c/+34˚F & drizzling @ 8:01 am.

12 hours at one job, 3 at the other yesterday… (covered ameeting about staggered school bells) & I gotta do stuff at the studio today. Schnarr-

I couldn’t pay much attention to what they were saying, but the intent felt like… Shills for the schoolboard say, “We don’t give a flyin fupp what you think, we’re smarter than you- we’ve decided what is best for you and we’re going to inflatable water slide implement it- so what if it fupps you up and makes you pay another hundred bux a week for child care (their plan only works if you, the victim, have only one child) their plan will save them money- maybe… (until the bus company catches on and raises their rates because they’ve been short changed by this stupid plan of the school board’s?)

It looks like another snow job, another fait accomplis rammed down our throats by people whose main point in life is to convince themselves that they’re smarter than anybody they serve and they should explain that to us any chance they get. if we balk, well, we’re stupid and uneducated and we’ve been misled… Schnarrrrrr-

fupppppp

—–Jim

Sunday, March 29, 2009.

+6˚C/+43˚F & raining @ 6:51 pm in Arnprior.

I was all psyched for a morning at the flea market. But then it was pouring rain. (schnarrrrr) but the Yurt couple were there and I ended up talking to them for an hour and a half.

This photo was taken around 5 pm. When blown up (or pre-shrunk down?) it is nicely warped by rain water running down the windshield.

Melanie is singing “We’re not in Kansas, no more-” 🙂

Work stuff was better than inflatable water slide anticipated. The cleaner had been there and the church service was waiting in the in box.

((We had ice cream {step daughter, step son and me} before I went to to work.))

Learning new stuff on the iMac -/- began a database for tracking work projects for Indigo S.C.

And it’s my moon day (moon was at this degree of aries when I was born).

—Pas de Schnarr?

—–Jim 🙂

Sunday, March 22, 2009. Cuzzin Debi’s birthday. (but also) : Cathi’s and my Anniversary (Has it really been 7 years? Should I worry that I’m not itching???)

Um, I think it got above freezing….

got up and zoomed to the studio at 10 am to see what was going wrong with today’s playback. DVD player was frozen, I had to shut it off and restart it, then everything went fine. Cathi was pissed when I was making noise that early this morning… when she could sleep in.

Oh wait a minute. “Pissed” means drunk in Canadian and UK English. She was not drunk.

Pissed means upset, angry in USAtian English, she was grumbling.

Okay- today’s photo. the front page of the Ottawa Citizen on Friday, February 20, 2009. Barak Obama with the Governor General of Canada. The Governor General is actually the head of state here. The Prime Minister (In Harper’s case) is just the chief egotistical manipulator who believes he’s in charge.

Tonight’s news on CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Company) was talking about a derisive newsclip from Fox News that is now making its rounds on YouTube, in which, among other things, some asshole is saying (about Canadians fighting in Afghanistan) “They’re in the war? I didn’t know they’re in the war, I thought Canada was where everybody goes when they’re too chicken to fight.” or something similar- that’s the intent we got.

But anyway, cheer up fans of truth in reporting. B.S. like that is becoming more and more transparent all the time. We ARE evolving faster than the fear mongers and war mongers can keep up with us. This is their last gasp, kiddies, we might bouncy castle for sale as well laugh them off their high horses in the hopes they go home and drink themselves to death, or something along those lines.

No, I’m not mad. And I’m not sitting here smuggly looking forward to their demise. I am a bit frustrated thinking that these idiots think they can still maintain control over the hearts and minds that are slipping through their fingers a little more every  day.

Sigh, it will get uglier before it gets better.

—–Jim

Tuesday, March 10, 2009. -5˚C/+23˚F @ 5:26 am.

For anybody who doesn’t know what ‘Schnarr’ is, or means-

Cathi was about to say, “Oh Shi-” when she noticed her (then eight year old) son in the room, bright eyed with expectation of hearing mom say a word he knew she wasn’t supposed to say. The ‘S’ word became ‘schnar!’

& That immediately became our favourite universal euphemism. Describing anything as ‘Schnarr’ usually meant we didn’t like it, didn’t want to do it, wished we could avoid it- thought it was comically ridiculous. (ridiculous became ‘re-dick-lee-ous’ for a while when the boy (who is hyper-lexic; reads above his level but doesn’t always understand what he’s read.) complained about something, using a word he thought he understood, but got the pronunciation wrong- or maybe just got creative with the pronunciation. He doesn’t read this blog. (I’m a dull, boring adult who almost certainly has nothing interesting to say.) If he read this he’d be furious. Or he might spend a lot of time and energy arguing that he never mispronounced anything. Is it a testosterone thing? Do all boys and men believe that if they shout loud gonfiabili enough or gesture menacingly enough- they can re-write history or brow-beat any adversary into accepting their (the shouter’s) version of whatever? =schnarr=

We had a behaviourist (they use a lot more ‘U’s in Canada than they do in the U.S.) tell us to pick our battles. Cathi often tells me I’m being mean when I try not to let him get away with bullying her.

We pushed to get help creating a support group for parents of kids with Autism Spectrum Disorder. Somebody created that group. We’re members, we just don’t get to most of the meetings… (Schnarr-)

Shrug- This is only brushing the surface of what real ‘Schnarr’ is or can do for you. I love the word. It really does sound re-dick-lee-ous, in a comical way. Like a lot of Yiddish words- But I think ‘Schnarr’ is more like an “Ymmp-ish” term. and that’s a whole nother story, but anyway. It’s 5:44 am I didn’t get enough sleep yesterday, I worked all night and I have a full day ahead of me- ()Schnarr!()

—–Jim (And then we realized that some people actually have ‘Schnar’ or even ‘Von Schnar’ for a name- oh no-we never meant to humiliate anybody in any way shape or form…)

-Monday, March 9th, 2009.

-6˚C/+22˚F & snowing lightly @ 8:30 am.

(Time to get the 12 year old to school, be right back.)

….I’m back. They had forecast 2-3 cm (centimeters) of snow (that’s like an inch or so) earlier and then revised it to closer to 5 centimeters. (2 inches?) And we’re just over the line into the weather map area that could possibly get 5-15 centimeters (15 cm would be almost 6 inches) The whole world is a nice clean white right now where it was a dirty grey-brown a while ago.

And I’ve been revising an old story in my head since I dropped the boy off at school.

He’s a tough kid to read, and he finds other giochi gonfiabili humans just as tough to read. He’s like facial- clues- challenged, can’t tell by looking at anybody what they’re feeling, what kind of messages they’re trying to convey with body language, or any of that.

So he was staring straight ahead as we drove toward the school. I asked him if he was psyching himself for a day at school or just zoning out.

I had to re-phrase that two or three times until he understood what I meant, the final question from me was something like ‘are you making yourself ready for a day in hell, I mean school? Or are you kind of like falling asleep as you stare straight ahead there?’ He said he was sort of falling asleep with his eyes open.

While he was getting out of the van, ready to look sad and schlog his way to his in door (which is around on the other side of the school from where I can leave him off) I said, “Okay- give them hell-“

And he looked at me and said, “Can I give them heaven? I don’t have much hell left-” and I was stunned.

-“Wow, that’s even better-” And I had to call Cathi at work and tell her about that as soon as I got home.

I’m still writing that story in my head-

And last night I conked out before I got to the phone to wish my friend a happy belated birthday. (how about a philosophical smiley face here?)

—–Jim

Friday, March 6th, 2009.

-3˚C / +27˚F @ 5:08 a.m. & we’ve had freezing rain over night, not a lot, just enough to make everything slippery & mess up windshields big time.

Jassper, the graduate, (wearing his vehicle harness, not a tuxedo) with most of Cathi visible in this photograph, grinning along with him.

This was last year (2008) I forget exactly when-

Now let’s see- I was thinking about saying something political a few minutes ago, but I went completely brain dead when I sat down to type here. (Maybe “brain dud” would be more like it.) But anyway, I’m going to add a ‘politix’ category to stuff I’m posting here. And that is probably the most parque acuatico hinchable political statement I’m about to make in this installment.

yayyyyy?

—–Jim