All weekend, Brandon had a stuffy feel.
Lord, I know I am a person of little faith. But I want to say “yes!” to you. Help me, Lord, to overcome my insecurities, to break the silly creature-comfort chains that hold me fast, and to get out of my comfort zone.
The day so far has gone according to plan.
Offer it up! said the Father in his homily. Bear your cross and follow Christ.
Idea for a movie.
Another idea for a movie.
British accent overheard. I wonder if this person was recruited here in late 1990s. At that time, they were seeking Brits to buy farmland in MB.
I saw Travellers. Or I was lead to believe that they were Travellers. The msn told me they were Travellers. The couple was dressed very conservatively in black. The woman wore a bonnet and shawl. AI didn’t help me specifically identify them.
I was told a story of suffering endured by a woman suffering from MS. Apparently, she had to be periodically given 15 needles in her spine. The pain she had to endure was excruciating but the subsequent relief was wonderful.
Then I was told of a man who suffered from Parkinson’s in the early 1960s. He courageously submitted himself to operations on his brain in hopes of finding a cure.
Photos I took in Gladstone today:
Jenny is back, safe and sound, in Wuxi.
Today, I will talk to Beijing and canvas in Gladstone.
The Sumner is over for me.
This Monday ain’t going to be Labor Day. So another week of no school.
The two sides of the trade dispute. One side insists the other side walked away for political reasons. The other side says that that one side is evil.
I am curious what my interlocutor in Gladstone will think about it.
I was ordering a “two topping pizza” at a special price. I asked to get a pepperoni and extra cheese pizza. I was told that cheese was a “premium topping” for which I would have to pay extra. So, I ended up getting pepperoni and ground beef as my two toppings.
NGD said “the three enemies of mankind are the devil, bureaucracy and technology.” Why did ordering pizza have to become so bureaucratic?
Last night, I drank too much so I didn’t drive home.
So this morning, I took the bus to retrieve the car.
It was the first time I had ridden transit in over a year. And that was in China. Then it cost me one RMB. Today it cost me a buck sixty, or about seven or eight yuan. The last time I took transit in Canada was a few years ago in Vancouver.
The experience was fine. The bus arrived at the stop at the indicated time and got me where I had to go quickly enough. The passengers were well-behaved. The bus was clean.
Tony will have to be using transit this upcoming school year.
Last evening:
I drank too much so we took a taxi back home.
They have a pool:
But it’s too much work to maintain it they tell me.
Here is an AI generated photo:
It was my first time to TO. I was asked how it was that I hadn’t been before since it was Canada’s biggest city. I could only reply that Canada had a lot of land. But then I could ask if they had been to Wawanesa, Deloraine, Kenton or Brandon… And to be honest, I never had a burning desire to go to Toronto. The mountains of the West of Canada were a bigger attraction for me.
But now I can say I have been to TO, NF, and NY, and that I have seen MLS and HHOF; and that I have eaten a MSM sandwich.
It’d be easy to get to a Leafs game from Winnipeg. Take a plane to Toronto Pearson Airport. Then take the UP train to Union Station. The Leafs’ arena is right beside the station.
I saw Falun Gong.
I overheard a lot of French being spoken. I don’t hear that much in Brandon. I’m more likely to hear Spanish or Mandarin or Hindi here.
Two of my students live in Etobicoke. I hope I spelled it right.
One student told me that I should have taken the cruise below Niagara Falls. Another student had told me that he had heard that you got soaked.
I haven’t been consistent with my view photos recently. Still, I haven’t given up on them.
It’s my son Tony’s Birthday today. 19 years ago:
Also Today:
Changed my profile on Facebook:
Some interesting images I either came upon or created:
This is a rare time for me to attend Saturday Mass.
This Mass was conducted by a retired priest. I wasn’t able to catch his name but I gathered that he was familiar to long-time Staug parishioners. He did a good job of it I thought, quoting Pope Benedict and Mother Teresa. We don’t worship a thing, said the priest, but a person: Jesus Christ.
