The Battle is almost over.

22 Oct 20

05:00 hrs

     A huge Happy Birthday to my L'il Sis. She was born on our Grandpa's birthday. I won't tell you how old she is but i will tell you that she's two years younger than me and according to the Couch Monkeys I'm old. You figure it out. She's still living in Cowtown, where I heard they have snow but that's okay because she says it hides the dirt.

     The Beer Flu is still cycling through the Great White North. In many provinces the number of infections has risen daily and much more so in those provinces that tried to open their economies too quickly or allowed a greater number of people to gather together and most certainly in places where morons refused to wear masks and practice social distancing. But when you look at the numbers we are no where near the insanity south of the 49th Parallel. As of this writing we have had 206,000 cases and 9,829 deaths and in the Hugh-ess they have had 8,338,413 cases and 222,220 deaths. The numbers are truly staggering. The Hugh-ess has ten times our population but 40x the number of infections and 22x the number of deaths. What is even more staggering is that this First World country which claims to have the best medical system in the world has roughly 1/5 of the global infections and deaths.

     For your entertainment this evening I offer you the final presidential debate between the Tangerine Tyrant and an Olde Boot. I'm pretty sure that this one won't be such the shit show the first one was because the moderator has a mute button to squelch out anyone who doesn't have the common decency to keep his gums from flapping when it's not his turn to talk, Mr. President. I may not get to watch it live but I'm recording it just for a giggle.

     The other day my friend The Big Swede was out for a drive in The Weeds with his friends The Kirks. They were enjoying all the Nature Porn some 12 klicks off pavement when they spotted a domestic house cat. There was no good reason for Miss Kitty being this far from civilization so they rescued and routed her to the nearest SPCA. 

23 Oct 20

20:00 hrs

     The week is done and tomorrow is the grand adventure. When we're out driving around the Oma-nator will spot some house that may be 40 yards off the highway surrounded by trees. Inevitably her comment is "How can someone live all the way out in the bush like that!" For Heaven's sake you could throw a beer bottle from the front porch and hit the road of it wasn't for the trees! So tomorrow my Friend from over The Hump and his Lobster are going Out in the Weeds with me, my Better Half and with the Oma-nator riding shotgun. We're heading out to the expedition area to set up three trail cameras. I'll leave them for a month to take one photo every 30 seconds during daylight hours. They'll be placed on the perimeter of a big field so if something big, upright  and hairy amble across the field of view we'll see it.