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My fingers were itchy. Not just that day a few days ago. No, it was on and off again all fall. No, not because they were dry or any other medical condition. Nope. They wanted to do something.
Yes, sports fans, it’s time for my annual end-of-baseball season post. Let’s begin, as I always do, with the words of the late A. Bartlet Giamatti, Yale scholar, teacher, and…
Wednesday mornings at 745am I’m not far away…I’m at my desk for my BANG online networking group meeting (I’ve come to love those 5 minute commutes down the stairs, don’t you?) (I love networking. Maybe you’ve heard me say it before. Well, I’m saying it again). Sometimes we kick around a few ideas along with all the introductions. A few weeks ago, I asked “What do you expect out of your accountant or your bookkeeper?”
“Blueberry buns”, I said. “What?” “You asked — what’s my favourite childhood summer treat. It’s a blueberry bun”. “Never heard of it!” “Oh right, I forgot, you’re not from Toronto”.…
This summer, I became my father. No, not the guy grilling at the BBQ, spatula in one hand, stubby of Labatt’s IPA in the other. Instead, the guy walking around…
I was standing in the bedroom, in front of the big mirror. And I was seething. Frustrated. Angry. I looked down at the purple-patterned pieces of cloth clutched in my hands. My pre-tied bowtie that I’d been wearing on and off for 8 months had fallen apart
I wasn’t always owned by cat(s) (as I am now). That’s me and Smokey, our current cat, in the picture. He chases me onto the couch in the afternoons for nap time. I don’t have much of a choice in the matter. If you’re owned by a cat, you know what I mean.
12 noon, Friday afternoon a couple of weeks ago. Time to come out of the sunniest basement in Thornhill to deal with the Pooh-style rumbly in my tumbly. The one slice of leftover frozen pizza was a good beginning – but wasn’t enough. So I grabbed the Big Giant Pasta Pot and a few minutes later had enough macaroni for lunch (and a few more meals).
A couple of weeks ago, I screwed up. Big time. I forgot to file the T4 for one of my clients. (For my American readers, that’s the Canadian version of the W2).
“I think we’re lost. I’m going to turn left here. It’s not the street on Google Maps, but I think I missed that one”. Yes we were lost – no strike that – we were having an adventure – in Hamilton (ON) a few months back.
I’m not a a fan of SPAM (including the stuff that comes in the can); I will keep your email address between the two of us. I will not share it, sell it or rent it.
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