Be humble

...and he would like us to believe what he says..yet, even something as simple as his blog makes promises that are unfulfilled.  Note “You can expect a new entry every day so bookmark this site and we will see you on the campaign trail.”

http://www.cbc.ca/peivotes2003/analysis/an_sept9.html

(snip)..And the very last thing the public wants to hear is the government brag about what a great job it’s been doing..(snip)

http://smartpei.typepad.com/pei_election_watch/issues_education/index.html

The Guardian talked this weekend about the fact that 42% of Islanders can hardly read. In fact 17% cannot read at all.

One word, power

I spent 14 years in a North Shore fishing village.  I never thought much about fish - just that you caught them and you got paid for them.  I never fished for Tuna, but like most people living in the village, I monitored the CB radio for word that one of my neighbours had “hooked up” and we would follow the fight to the end.  The culmination would be the hoisting of the huge Tuna from the water and most of the community would drive, bike or walk to the wharf (a short distance) to watch the final deep gasps of a huge fish.  For the person landing the fish, this was wonderful - as the buyers would be eagerly competing for the fish, which I understood was immediately iced, trucked to Halifax and then flown to Japan.  Even back in the early 80’s a Tuna could be worth $10,000 + - today much more.

Recently I watched this activity again.  I saw a 500 Kg Tuna hoisted from the water - gasping and heaving for breath, fighting a battle to be free that was lost as soon as the hook was set.  This time it was different.  I was close enough to look the fish in the eye.  I swear I saw desperation - and a deep and profound sadness.

This is going to trouble me for a long time.

Driving West on Water St. in Olde Charlottetown is it hard to miss the new yellow paint marking parking sized blocks on the North side of the street.  Equally hard to miss is the new white paint noting “no parking” within these yellow blocks.

A jump from here to here.

The goal

The stalk









Leg-o-Lamb









Wow he got them all in one place








A nasty ram discovers that Que is not your average weenie Border Collie







A great late summer afternoon spent in the vales of central paradise enjoying the view and warm summer breeze.  (You do know the difference between a vale and a valley don’t you?  No points if you had to research it.)

Anyone who has shared their life with a German Sheperd knows what an intellegent, brave and devoted dog this particular breed can be.  Two of these rascals allow me to live in their home.  Both of these critters are incredibly devoted and protective of both herself and I. 

In anticipation of leaving for a sheep herding clinic for Que (the black wolf in the picture) - I was taking a quick shower worrying that we would be unwelcome if Que ate a sheep, when BLAM a huge clap of thunder and flash of lightning.  I continued my shower and realized that I was not alone .  Kes, the brave, apparently decided that it was safer with me than on the bathroom floor.  There she was, ears flat against her head, shower water running off her face with big brown eyes looking up at me.  I am still laughing.

I am going to be smiling to myself all day.