BAN ADULT SIPPY CUPS

The cult of complaining continues to gain momentum. Complainers chalk up another victory as vaping is banned from all the places where smoking has been banned. My goal for 2017 is to get adult sippy cups banned. Seeing adults walking around with sippy cups held with both hands in classic toddler fashion causes my hand to cover my eyes, much like the waving motion rabid anti smoke and now apparently anti vape people employ, even while standing in a cloud of diesel fumes at a bus stop. I expect my campaign to gaim momentum quickly since it's obvious the involuntary covering of one's eyes is more of a danger to my safety than flapping one hand in front of one's face. Look for announcements on meetings to prepare for initial appeals to civic councils to BAN ADULT SIPPY CUPS.

Where did that come from?

'kay. About four hours ago I walked into the downtown post office and the public area was about half the size it was when I was last there. I did a Laurel and Hardy 'whoa' move, successfully getting the attention of another woman in line and said 'wow, where'd that wall come from.' She filled me in on the time line and told me how much warmer it is now and so on. THEN she looked me straight in the eye and said, 'You should go on a computer and go to google. You can ask any questions and in seconds you get answers. You 'd really like it.' I'm not leaving anything out here. I didn't say for instance, 'I wonder what the average life span of a rhino is.' No. It was that out of the blue. I said, 'wow, you just became the subject of todays blog entry. Thanks.' Life just gets more fascinating.

Another of my ‘what was I thinking’ rants.

I  finally took a couple of wooden chairs to the dump yesterday. I’d bought them over 30 years ago. Originally, it was a set. A drop leaf table and four chairs. I was living on Gabriola Island and was working in my pottery studio when a couple of fellas in a pickup truck came down the driveway with this ‘patio set’ in the back. They explained that they worked in a sheltered workshop, this table and chairs set was a prototype of sorts. A practice run. Now they hoped to sell it to get money to buy more wood. Well, it all made perfect sense to me. They wanted a hundred dollars and I had a hundred dollars.

Little did I know that I’d be hauling these heavy duty beauties around for decades. Maybe five or six years ago the earth end of the chair legs had a little rot so I cut a couple of inches off them. Wow. It was great. They were more comfortable than they’d ever been. I could have done that 25 years ago. Ah well. Everything in it’s time, right?

A couple of years after that the table wasn’t working for me but the drop leaves, which essentially were semi-circles, became these nifty fold-it-up-when-you-need them tables screwed right onto the side of the shop. Sometimes you need a table outside, sometimes you don’t. Perfect.

A couple of days ago, I got out the wire brush and a scraper and started preparing these, by now ‘vintage’, chairs for yet another coat of paint. Several of the slats that make up the seat and back needed replacing on two of them. Then an arm rest started to crumble so I spent a bit of time carefully removing it despite rusty screws etc. Eventually I got it. They had had their day. I took the two rickety and rotting ones off to the dump. So, I still have two that are pretty sturdy and probably have a few years in them yet.

Went out and bought a couple of chairs at a store today. Polyester and pig metal. I expect to be taking them to the dump at about the same time as the remaining two wooden beauties that have served me and my friends for decades, and decades, and decades. By then, with any luck, I’ll take the time to make some new ones.  Ah, well.