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A two-legged return to normalcy: general update

Looks like Amanda's leg malfunction wasn't as serious as first diagnosed. The orthopedic hottie doctor at the Cobequid Health Centre squeezed and flexed her on Friday and told her to scram and resume living. She's not at full speed yet, but she's clear to return to baseball and other fun-ness as much as the pain allows.

I was freakin' out thinking that this past weekend contained Father's Day, and that I'd missed yet another card-sending deadline. But on Saturday we figured out, courtesy of the interwebs, that Father's Day is this coming Sunday. So, if all goes well, I will have sent a card on time...for a change.

Yard work is a blessing and a curse. I can't say that I enjoy mowing the lawn, but I like how it looks afterward. I've taken a few passes at the evil evil goutweed with the weed whacker, and I've enjoyed decimating the greenspace. It was a bloodbath. Imagine throwing a grocer's supply of celery into an open blender, and you get the idea. Goutweed guts were spraying all around, into my glasses, onto my face, onto my clothes. Damned crap keeps growing back. But I have a plan. Mwahaha.

Last week's election coverage went surprisingly smoothly. In years gone by, I've been assigned to report from the headquarters of assorted fringe/weirdo/longshot candidates for comic relief, or from legit but underdog candidates for boo-hoo updates. It was nice to be at the winner's party for a change. And the results (a sweeping majority win for the first NDP government east of Ontario) came in so quickly that I was outta there at a reasonable hour. I did not sample the open bar.

My net worth chart over at networthiq has been updated. Up 5% in the past month. Good showing.

I cashed out some stock and maxed out my RRSP. And I rebalanced, or more accurately, began balancing and diversifying my RRSP. Perhaps I'll write a post about this another time, but instead of having all my loot in two equity mutual funds -- one of which wasn't moving at all -- I spread it out across money market, bond index, and a variety of equity funds. Oughta be interesting.

Another shout-out to my sister's growing family. Two kids now, and they're buying a new house. Excitement!

Wedding planning continues to crawl along. We now have the venue, the cake-maker, an officiant, a photographer, a florist, and probably more. October 10 is the day -- don't forget. I must get on top of the what-people-are-assigned-to-do list.

My recent at-home project has been building bass traps and broadband sound absorbers for my home studio. I hope to get the last of them up on the wall soon, then do a showcase post about 'em. I think they're cool, and the room seems to sound better.

The folks at work surprised me last week. It was the 15th anniversary of my first paid shift with the company. Fifteen years! In my business, that's a long time to be at one company. There was cake ... I got a free shirt ... folks signed a card ... a certificate from the new CEO ... and a generous gift card for the Blue Jays, cable/wireless/internet or the Shopping Channel. Sweet.

That's the roundup for now. Keep at 'er.


  1. What bait do you use in your bass traps?

  2. Officiant -- is it the Most Reverend Dr. Big Ass Superstar?? :)

  3. Thanks for the comments!

    lilsis: har har -- wit! you has it! I bait them with funk.

    naw, seriously, it's owens-corning 703 rigid fiberglass insulation. Smells a little and needs to be handled with gloves. It's itchy.

    jason: lol! nope, although I am ordained by two churches, and Mr. Bill Dicks is likewise a man of the cloth/paper, we're going with the lady who did the I-do speech for Ruth. We liked her down-to-earth godless pragmatism.

  4. I'm glad to hear that Amanda will be joining the crew of So You Think You Can Dance Canada very soon. Ha ha ha.

    Seriously, I'm glad she's getting better.


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