Checkered Lounge Pants

Hey, I wanna be around for my Grandaughters birthday. Haley will be one on August 2. Take my word, she's a cutie Anyhow, back to the blog, eh ? I stopped in at my friend Joe’s a few weeks ago and we poured a coffee and got ourselves all fired up over the big “C” mystery. What causes the big C? Where does it come from? Who spoons it out?? All our lost friends, relatives, loves, workmates, and on and on and on. Joe says its all them chemicals, and preservatives, and additives, and sugar, and over eating, and over weight, and poor health, and on and on and on. Well, I don’t know about that, but since I was there I asked what he planned to do about it? Juice, he said. HUH? Whaddya mean juice (I had just shipped him a discarded juicer I had left with Mom and Dad back at the farm from my vegetarian days). That’s your answer, JUICE? Yup, he insisted. He had discovered some old journals on natural diets that had some amazing results in stemming illness that had been

I got a call last week from my son Cam from Winnipeg, saying he had a job in Alberta, if I could get him out to Pincher Creek. Well, let me tell you, I got on that request in a hurry. Those calls are few and far between. Its usually a call from one kid or another, asking for money or help or some such soulful sacrifice that a person would only do for the children. The shitty deal was, I could only get him to Edmonton under my train plan and Gramma (or some such anonymous benefactor, yes Gramma) grabbed him a bus ticket and hauled his few possessions into storage to get him on his way before someone else got the job. He is on his way in the marnin. Lets wish him luck. That made my week, but for the wonky knee that befell me on Thursday. I rode the Hawg to 2 days of meetings in Toronto and headed out Thursday morning to stroll to the offices of one of the railways in our stable, when I felt a strange tightness in my knee. Well, by days end, my leg had gone el pego on me. Wassup with that