Episode 170 - There Must Be Sunglasses Here Somewhere

So, we went shopping a day early as I have convocation tomorrow and Isabelle has a thing. 

isabelle is going to be juror for the Ontario arts Council which is pretty great.  Congratulations to her. 

We had a friend over tonight, so we made pasta, it was a first for us.  Sorta kinda worked out.

Oh Jon came along on this one, and even chose one of the songs.  It is getting close to the end of the school year, so they have a lot of oh let's call them 'empty days' so Jon took the day off.  Yup, we got a box at the LCBO.

Episode 169 - Stuffed Cow Puppets

Pretty good title right?

So Isabelle has a print in a provincial competition.  Or, maybe it is four of them, anyway, it is awesome and wonderful.  It is a blind juried show, which is also great.  I'm really proud of her.  She however cannot take compliments and makes various noises when complimented.

Yesterday was the ninth anniversary of my Dad's death.  On facebook I posted a series of stories about him as I do every year.  I'm not sure how many there are, but this year was the most.  Isabelle thinks I ought to publish them.

Newspapers are not long for this world, though news organizations seem to be ok.  They're moving to the web exclusively.  Isabelle wants a semi curated news feed to show up in her facebook feed, which would be nice.  

Oh, I have a friend in Russia, he seems really cool.  He's also a psychologist.  We talk all of the time.

Enjoy.

Episode 168 - All Honky

No, that is not an albino joke, listen and you'll get the title.

So, I just got back from a whirlwind trip to Toronto for the Council of Ontario Universities.  It was pretty good, and it is a great group of people.  I also went for a beer or two with Brent with an E, which was nice.

A special hello to everyone in Kingston celebrating Bob and PAB.

Isabelle is still painting, and still working on grants.

Boy it is getting warm.

Hey, they have a bathroom in the LCBO!  

You know how you know you are getting old?  When you find out the music in the grocery store is aimed at you.   It sounded like a high school dance from 1983 in there.