Yea it’s been a while, but that happens when a person goes into a deep winter slumber over the holidays. I was off for an epic almost two weeks! GRAND INDEED.
I know you guys need my words but sometimes I just have to prime the proverbial pump and take a good few weeks off. Apologies.
So what happened to Bob on his time off, well I did spend a great deal of it shuteye and comatose. But another great deal of it was spent preparing for Christmas. We had planned to spend it with Dar’s family in the country. Meaning cooking for her mother who is a shift worker. I have no trouble doing this having worked some mighty mixed up shifts in my day and the fact that I do really like her mom. I also love to cook, trouble this year was my bad ankles again. I took the splendid chance opportunity to roll my left ankle over on the ice on our driveway and put myself in a world of hurt .
No worries I limped through Christmas, with Dar’s 5-year-old nephew Eric who was so excited to have a some time with family. He’s a bit high-strung but we all had a blast playing with him as he ran circles in the family room and talked the ears off of everyone in sight. He’s a special handful but we love him dearly.
For his birthday on the 27th of Dec, Dar and I gathered for a special Asian treat. Eric is half Chinese and his parents bought an extra special cake. Durain fruit cake. The taste is a bit odd for a western palate but not as strong as it smells. Durian fruit as many people know is a very strong-smelling fruit. But I found the taste of the cake very mild and pleasing.
Our new year is finding us travailing, to southern exposures finding new cultures and new adventures. I hope you all find health, wealth and happiness in the new year as well.
I was just going to blow this post off this week and mail it in from last years Christmas post but this year I just can’t. My heart is broken, like many of you out there by the tragedy of last week.
Speaking as a hunter and gun owner, I cannot put into words the outrage I feel. As a child growing up in a Northern Ontario town I lived around rifles, they did not protect us but the certainly did feed us. We used projectile weapons that were designed to KILL. Not humans but, deer and moose that lived in our surroundings. Large bore, big caliber, weapons to take a ton and a half animal out with the least stress possible. I layman’s terms a clean kill.
I have been the murderer of hundreds of birds, and a great few mammals. I have never killed a big beast like a deer or moose. Although I have certainly tried.I have stalked beasts larger than me holding a gun that would have put the average human through a plate glass window. I am a stone cold killer.
But before I stop and tell you why I wouldn’t unload on a classroom of kids let me tell you why I stopped hunting.
A few years ago I was hunting deer and rabbit with a very deer friend of mine. I caught sight of a bunny on the hop. I am a very good shot, but I missed just a tad. Caught the sucker in the leg. It started crying and limped off into a stand of willows. I knew I had to do it. The rabbit was suffering. So I pulled the trigger close up and personal. That very night I ate him.
That is hunting.
What that other strange fuck did is so counter culture to me. He slaughtered kids.
So in this season of giving and Ho Ho Ho. Please remember the little things. All of my friends have a very Merry Christmas and a Wicked New Year.
Ok, I’ve stayed silent enough but tonight the gloves are off. I’ve seen Santa turned into an avenger this year. I’ve seen has been hacks from Saturday Night Live playing moronic elves in movies. Hell I even put up with Linus getting his blanket back in a “new” Holiday special. This I can live with.
However what I cannot abide is re-branding or should I say requisitioning of the holiday classics from my childhood to new corporate masters. Yes I get that the classic Christmas shorts from our childhood are awesome property to acquire and license the fuck out of but why in all that is good and holy in this time of year would you turn a half hour cherished Christmas special into a miserable 60 minute shlock-athon for Macy’s.
Really Macy’s you own it all in half of the country anyways, you have the parades the storefronts . Do you really need Rodolph the Red Nosed Reindeer too? Do we need to stop in between frames of duologue so you can shill medium grade cookware?
The season is commercial enough. Just lay back like the whores you are, open your doors and have a fucking sale. Don’t ruin Christmas for everyone, by having a damn commercial every three minutes in a children’s show in prime time.
I’m done, everybody carry on shopping.
Last night Dar and I took our nephew Eric out for a night of Winnipeg Christmas tradition, we took a spin on the Assiniboine Valley Railway.
Assiniboine Valley Railway Logo
In the early 1980′s Bill Taylor, a model train enthusiast with a large property in Charleswood was doing an expansion to his house and had a vision. He dreamed of taking the 1000 foot HO gauge railway that he had in his basement and moving it outside to create a train mecca in Winnipeg.
Entering the Assiniboine Valley Railway
A train full of happy people zips by in the night
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