So the snow was melting & so was I at getting all dressed for a birtday party with nowhere to Go, so I decided to take these shots of my new apartment building. Doh! That above is looking to the East from my balcony.
This is looking, strangely enough, to the West.
Beyond is Bertrand Arena, where I grew up playing hockey and later, coaching it.
Above is my thumb AND the deep end of the pool just below my thid-floor apartment.
And here is the shallow end of the same pool.
Here are just more facing East pix. I have no idea why.
Some blurry pix of the inside of my apartment.
My "1984" painting which I bought -- you guessed it -- while I was drunk New Year's Eve, 1984.
The World is a beautiful Place. In even the northern climes of Nort America, in Central Canada, it is Spring. I must spend as much time as I can outside enjoying it, enjoying the warmth, enjoying the brightness.
A few months ago -- who cares about the Winter Olimpics, I just want to be in Australia, where she's from -- Stace sent Donn & I some Vegemite, at our request. We refused her husband, Aidan, which she offered as a free gift.The Vegemite was in a word, awful. I don't know how those Down Unda People eat that every day. Maybe it explains Roos, I dunno. But as Donn and I found out, it also -- whew! -- resemles termite poo.
As IS his wont, Donn took to his artistic self. This in fact is the piece of paper he worked on as I, a talent-less waif in that regard, looked on and laughed. Ha! Ha!
Note he even signed it!
I will have you know this not real POOP, just make-believe vegemite poop.
See?
Who likes cats?
In the End, we found that the same stuff Stace sent from Oz is the same stuff naturally found in Stace's Stuff. Doh!
But Donn the Dingbat Did not tell her or is lovely wife, Alice.He and probably laughed uncontrollably at it, though. Then we must have forgotten about it with our minuscule male minds.
Then there was Donn...
I'LL BE BACH!
He's one of my fave no-Brains/Big Muscles guys ever, and he's Califonia's governor.
Ronald Reagan? No, it's barely present, but it's believed he has what passes as a human brain, despite singing When Irish Eyes are Smiling with long-forgotten Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney.
It's Ahnold!
Our fave guy who became a STAR in NORTH AMERICA, even though he can barely speak English and Has a pea-sized brain. But so did Tyrranny Sarus Rex!
A slight detail . Uhh, they became Extinct, with all the other dinosaurs. But as Ahnold says, I'll Be Bach!
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So the snow was melting & so was I at getting all dressed for a birtday party with nowhere to Go, so I decided to take these shots of my new apartment building. Doh! That above is looking to the East from my balcony.
This is looking, strangely enough, to the West.
Beyond is Bertrand Arena, where I grew up playing hockey and later, coaching it.
Above is my thumb AND the deep end of the pool just below my thid-floor apartment.
And here is the shallow end of the same pool.
Here are just more facing East pix. I have no idea why.
Some blurry pix of the inside of my apartment.
My "1984" painting which I bought -- you guessed it -- while I was drunk New Year's Eve, 1984.
