Lifted from Crazy in Suburbia Dec 2005

(haven’t figured out how to upload stuff from an old blog…but don’t want to lose the old blog entries.  So, I’m just gonna cut and paste until I get a clue.)

In a world where I have made avoidance of practical activity a full-time job, getting started on a blog is a bit of a miracle. It involves computers, it involves some level of public attention (okay, the potential of public attention), and it needs time. Yowsa. There are myriad other complications…but such is the world. So, for now, I post this as a beginning, a staking of claim on the new frontier.

The general idea is that I have become known for my mock-epic mini-essays I email to family members to describe the latest crisis in my life…the four hour drive back from the cottage that involved vomit, urine and MacDonald’s…the nine hour drive to Montreal that involved urine, MacDonald’s and $1.45/litre gas…the day I decided to see if I could change the washer on the faucet without turning off the water to the house (seriously, how was I supposed to know that water pressure has that much kick to it? Or that it could take Mississauga Water thirty minutes to get to the house and fifteen trying to figure out how to turn off the water?). Continue reading