Real life is such a pain in the ass. The plumbers from yesterday found more trouble, want to dig a second big hole in my yard, and more than doubled the estimate [like to $9000]. My first thought was that one of the kids won't go to college. I said that out loud. I felt like Sophie choosing, not which child would live or die, but.....OK, that's catastrophizing and I'm not allowed to do that. I've had a lot of expensive therapy to teach me that I'm not supposed to do that. So it felt like a Hobson's choice--I can pay the plumber now or I can pay him even more later [and now]. Heh.
Jason Isaacs, in your lovely suit and open black shirt, nice little closely-cropped beard, take me away...there will be no Calgon infused baths for me until I get my sewer mainline replaced.
For Gord. - I met Gord Downie about four years ago. He and his brother, Mike treated me to coffee near my studio in Leslieville and they told me about Chanie Wenjack....
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