Stuff from this week

It seems that the removal of the construction manager from my project at work (ostensibly putting me as the primary contact at the jobsite... which should scare anyone close enough to Oakville to hear/feel a gas explosion) has put a major cramp in my blogging.

That and the fact that I have been piping again, and watching baseball rather intently, I seem to have left a lot on the table this week. In fact, I have several semi-coherent diatribes that I just don't have time to actually compose right now... but in place of that, I'm going to just hit you up with a few gems from the last coupla days......

It's oddly comforting to, while there are frost warnings almost every day, and having seen snow while in Kingston, be able to reach for the golf towel in my pipe box (gleefully nicknamed "sweat rag" by Jenna) and smell sunscreen. Or maybe that's just a sign I need to wash it. Whatever.

The massive pile of clothes in my bedroom has taken on a life of its own. It has eveloped my laundry basket, and now blocks my closet and most of one of my dressers (yes, I have three dressers.... I have significantly more clothes than your average heterosexual male... shut up!). I'm not even sure what to do anymore. I think I'm going to just ignore it and hope it goes away.

Turns out when I haven't had a decent night's sleep in a week, have been hungover for half of that week, and spend all day out in the cold watching other people work (as in they're working, thereby keeping them warm... but not you) is a recipe for making me incredibly moody. And of course, "moody" is a codeword I like to use for "bitchy".

Interestingly, it turns out that the ill feelings between some of the terminal operations guys and the former construction manager didn't reflect badly on me at all. In fact, when I saw them for the first time on Tuesday (I was at another site on Monday), they cheerfully holler (you can tell the difference between happy yelling and angry yelling) at me that some stuff for my project has been delivered to the wrong place, throw me a set of keys to one of the terminal trucks, and tell me to go pick it up. Needless to say the radio was set to 95.3FM (that's a country sation)... which made me laugh, as later that night, Greg's car was turned to that when we got in.

Oh, they have also Christened me "Gumby" (one of them gives everyone nicknames, and he hd been struggling with mine for months...), which made me laugh, as that was my dad's pipe band nickname (he even kept a little Gumby in his pipe box) and I had managed to somehow avoid it for 26 years.

Last but not least, my buddy Bernard (who is Chinese) sent me this. Way to set human rights back 40 years, Scotland... well done!!