When I moved the cars out from under the way of creaking overloaded branches this morning, I wondered if we are needing another 24 hours or so of this to start getting in trouble.
It appears that an older gentleman has come forward in Summerside, to acknowledge he was the one who offered the 8 year old student a ride to school last week. Thus, the fear of a sexual predator in the area has been put to rest.
It seems strange that in our little safe corner of the world:
Do you refer to the section of the newspaper that contains the comics as the ‘comics’ or the ‘funnies’? How old are you?
Dean Allan of Textism poses the question:
“What do you think about when you are not thinking?”
It is a good question.
A friend sent this image, thus I have no idea where it came from. It does, however, bring a rather long list of people to mind.
If CMax is right, perhaps I should reconsider my hunt for an Isetta.
It is interesting to note the connection between a man’s motor vehicle and his manly equipment. Regardless of the appearant “quality” of the vehicle, a typical male driver will have convinced himself the thing is a hotrod. To deride a man’s vehicle is to challenge his manliness. You may as well call him an impotent pindick.
The typical male driver will fuss and fondle, carress and care for his vehicle, spending scads of cash to keep it going: on the order of or often exceeding the attention he will give his female partner.
If you are critical of a man’s female partner, you are likely to cause an argument, at times agreement! If you call down his vehicle, you’re looking for real trouble - may as well smack him in the jaw.
The vehicle runs on gas, the driver on testosterone…
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Alan’s comment suggests that a classic, limited edition, only 4 in Canada, beyond cool finely engineered German road machine is indicative of an old guy. He notes this while peering my-optically through the windshield of his VW Golf.
Aiieeeee. Ambient temperature a balmy -19. Slight wind from the NW making the ‘feel like’ temperature -34. Snow is blowing around just enough to make a misty appearance to the night which is visible due to a fairly bright moon. The forest surrounding my yard looks like a fairy land, sparkling snow covering the trees and being gently disturbed by the wind.
...and me. Nose deep in the hot tub with a wee dram in hand. Mr. Goof and Ms. Kes gently resting their chins on the side of the tub and glancing with worried frowns at the forest, where we can hear coyotes yipping.