January 4th, 2000
It was supposed to be the end of the world, wasn't it? All the soothsayers spouting doom and gloom and otherwise nasty stuff goin' down. Bet they're eating their words now, along with their months of supplies of hard tack, baked beans and tang. What amazed me was that well into the day of Dec 31st people were still panicking, even though most of the world had already passed into the new year without a hitch. Blinders on, eyes forward everyone. Annnnd, begin navel-gazing!
Now we hear stories of these folks trying to return said goods to the stores and being told 'no refunds.' Silly world.
How were your holidays? Survived family visitations and Boxing Week sales, I trust. Nothing like being mauled at the mall to enliven one with Christmas cheer. Sandy Claws was pretty good to me this year, apart from the obligatory socks 'n gotchies that show up annually. Lisa's work Christmas party was held in the art gallery of the Columbus Centre, where many Ken Danby works were hung. There was one entitled 'Above Hawksville' that I fell in love with the moment I saw it. Limited edition prints of it were for sale, but were pricey. Lo and behold, come Christmas morning there was number 28 of 1500, autographed by the artist, waiting for me figuratively under the tree. We have to get it framed and figure out where the heck we can hang it in our over-crowded apartment.
We were going to drive to Ottawa to visit Dad (still in the hospital as I type this) on the Wednesday, but the combination of the first snow of the season and Lisa catching the flu brought an end to those plans. One weekend this month we hope to make it up for a visit. Hopefully he'll be released from the hospital by then. Apparently there were signs of his kidneys failing; the docs ran some tests. I should call up this week to get a status update.
Short entry today - have a ton of work to do and precious little time to complete it in.
