I overslept again this morning.
News of an invasion in Spain. This news affects me because, as rare readers may know, I am on a platform that allows me to speak with people in Spain.
In the morning, if I’m on the ball, I empty the watch catcher in the dehumidifier, give Smooch some cat food or whipped cream, eat some breakfast and pray..
China!
A good time was had by all. Conversation was far ranging. I now have to search for a biography of the evangelist Billy Graham because, lime me, he married a Jiangsu girl.
Wei Ming is very busy will commissions.
Recently, I took a cruise on Clear Lake and this blog, I published a photo of the boat we took. The painting I published of the boat had been painted by Wei Ming earlier that day.
I kicked myself for not having asked the skipper of the boat, the Martisse, where it had been built and how it was taken to Clear Lake.
Nice to see Fauci getting grilled. The son of bitch pleading the fifth and hiding behind a bevy of lawyers.
I did get up early this morning so I could make some money, but I was a little rushed and so I didn’t take the standard obligatory mandatory view photo. With deep and humble regretting, I humbly and profusely apologize for this oversight. I hope no one was inconvenienced by my grave and heinous misstep that was truly committed by me and not anybody else.
I also apologize for this overwordy apology.
You can go pound sand if you are expecting monetary compensation.
I lead a curiously distracted life with peculiar dangers, the worst of are my eccentricities.
A few people I know should heed this.
Why can’t they do this in Brandon?
The Red Lion Bar in Wuxi is experiencing drama. The Australian founders say they were pushed out; the Chinese partners say the Ozzies left with all the money.
I spent many an evening there.
I suppose it had to come to an end some time. Stewart, I believe, had no intention of spending his last days in China.
Meanwhile some photos I posted on Facebook:
ChatGPT says this: you look most like a modern Canadian version of G. K. Chesterton, with occasional Hemingway and C. S. Lewis overtones.
Highlights of the day: went to B.U., bought some beard oil, and I am about to take a nap.
Later: the nap was okay but I was in danger of falling into grogginess. I don't need that to happen when I got online classes to do tonight.
On the weekend, I met a lady from Labrador, which she told me is apart from Newfoundland, which is an island. 38,000 people live in Labrador which would like to be its on own separate from Newfoundland and Quebec (which claims it as part of its territory). She mentioned other details like L getting a paved road about ten years ago for a six hour trip between its two biggest metropolises.
The other separatist movement I heard of recently is that of the Catalans from Spain. At least two students have told me about it. The Catalans consider themselves to be a separate culture from the Spanish. Strangely though, the capital of Spain, Barcelona, is in Catalonia. No benefit to Catalans apparently because the national government resents their separatist sentiment.
A mentally disturbed person walking down the street in front of my Mom’s house. “F everything!” he shouted.
