Gladstone Day 3

  Things I observed, experienced, felt and heard in Gladstone, MB: population 900:

The drive here — 70 minutes and more — was annoying because it was messy. My car is covered in muddy slush. I am going to have to buy wiper fluid.

That’s what I get for forgetting to sprinkle holy water on my vehicle.

I should have refused this assignment.  Or at least insisted on it not being four days.

No driving video today.  T’is not prudent.

I saw 3 horses pulling a trailer.

I saw a wide load being followed by 20 vehicles.

I didn’t hear English be spoken at the Gladstone Tim Horton’s.

Again.  The drive here was so demoralizing.  

Oooh!!  I’ll be back after lunch, for shore!

The wasp net is being taken down.

Ennui. Ennui.

Just like that, eh?

There you go!

Jays hat.

Chocolate bar 2.50.  In the early 1970s, you could get ten bars for a dollar.  2500 percent inflation!  Great job central bankers!  And now Canada has one as a PM.

Yesterday, a donor appreciated the alternative part of my donation pitch.  When I told her about the fact that more people die in waiting rooms in Canada than are killed by guns in the U.S., she said she could believe it.  She had something to say about the deadly potency of medications administered by the Medical System.

Hutterites or Mennonites with the horses, I’ve been told.

I figured.

Go from there.

Royal Trust Toque.

A jacket saying: Setting the grade since 2004.  What was it I had done since 2004?