Getting an early start…

The forecast is for thunder showers today, and so I didn’t want to risk the walk (about 500 yards) to the Waffle House for breakfast. I have a rain cape, but it’s not lightning proof.

Because of this, I went to the lobby for a coffee. Albeit, along with the coffee I had to listen to this awful morning show. The host is a black guy with the personality of fundamentalist preacher – you probably know the one – and it is definitely aimed at women.

Anyway, he had a woman on his show this morning who is an ‘X-spert’ in body language (Yah, right!) She was passing out bon mots to women on how to pick-up a man, with such sage advice as: “Keep your navel pointed toward your target,” and “If you order a ‘Shirley Temple,’ you’re bound to turn him off.”

About five minutes into this drivel I finally gulped my coffee and made a retreat toward sanity.

How can people watch this crap?!

Keeping my nose to the keyboard and making good progress. Temperature is a slightly breezy 75.

More next time.

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God is not kind…

Yesterday a group of about half-dozen kids moved into the hotel, and are now shrieking around the pool. I can’t imagine how they manage to squeal in a register that hasn’t even been invented yet, but that can penetrate soundproofing like a hot knife through butter.

In addition, maintenance just proudly announced that he had fixed the poolside speakers … Oh joy! Now I can listen to crap music 24-hours a day.

It is an overcast day, but wonderfully warm with no wind (77F). I am working with the door open (so I get the full effects of the kids and Shania Twit bellowing “Hear me Roar” all the way down to Miami Beach.)

I see the Canadian press is jumping with excitement over the news that the Loonie took a ‘major’ jump (half a cent) to .7998 cents. Whoopee shit! Meanwhile, Stephen Poloz (Governor of the Bank of Canada) spent $100,000 of taxpayer’s money on one meeting with his millionaire cronies.

A little more than a month before I migrate home … Can you believe it?!

More next time..

 

Computers: The most diabolical machine ever invented by man…

No … Let me take  that back. Microcrap is the worst — followed by internet providers.

Presently the primary internet connection is down, which has slowed everything down to a crawl. Also reduced my hair by several handfuls.

The weather is gorgeous: Mid-seventies and up most days. The spring flowers are starting to bloom – tiny ones so far, but there are no flower beds here at the hotel, so I can’t really tell.

The down side is the pollen count. I’ve never suffered from allergies before, but my immune system is also not used to palm-pollen, etc. So, when I feel headachie I just close the door and turn on the AC.

I currently have an ad running on Swisssh Net Radio out of Orillia (http://swisssh.ca). I wish I could share it with you, but WordPress doesn’t accept MP3-audio formats.Rob Reid has done a great job of voicing it.

Can you imagine I’ll be heading home in less than a month-and-a-half? Where has the time gone?!

The Canadian dollar continues zap me. Currently it stands at 79-cents – down from 90 when I came south in November. In addition, I’m not making any money from my investments either, so it is the worst of both worlds. So much for !@#$%  government.

More nexxt time.

Spring is here, the grass is ris…

I wonder where the birdies is.

Actually, they here and singing all night! I have never experienced anything like it.

I;m not talking a few hoots, etc., these are full warbles – the same as you hear in the daytime. Remarkable.

In two days I will have been her four months. Incredible, isn’t it?!

I think I may stop becoming attached to people and critters. Every time I do they seem to disappear. So far I have lost my favourite housekeeper, my favourite waiter (both of whom just up and left), and now I’ve lost my cat.

A stray, black cat used to mooch tidbits outside the restaurant, and we all loved her – “Millie the Millhouse Cat” is what we called her until the animal control officials got wind of it, and now she’s gone, too.

I particularly miss my housekeeper, “Cricket”, because I’m left with the most scatter-brained blonde I have ever encountered. She’s the one with that noise-box in her pocket blasting rap crap, and doesn’t know enough to turn it off when the guest is present.

Hmm, come to think of it, the same is true of places – ‘change’, that is. I am thinking These of the Old Ramada and Sluggers in St, Augustine. Both had a rustic charm that fit like a comfortable glove. These can’t be manufactured, and are surely missed when they’re gone – except in loving memories.

More next time.