The Thrill Ain’t Gone!

February 20, 2016

The defeat of our flu was magically celebrated this afternoon with bright sunshine. And to celebrate that, the NO TOWER campaign raised its Community Information table at Grandview Park for the first time this year. Along with the

Along with the irreplacebable Eric, the ever-loving and I took on the first shift. Almost immediately, and for the next hour that we were there, the table was visited by a steady stream of residents and visitors eager to learn about the plan to irreversibly damage the look and feel and character of the Drive with a 12-15 storey condo tower. We had debates with some, but the vast majority were keen to sign the petition against the tower.

And the numbers on that petition continue to grow, now well above 3,500.

Getting signatures is important. But the most valuable part of this entire exercise is making sure our community neighbours become informed on the developers’ plans for our neighbourhood — and it has to be us who tells them because the developers refuse to hold meetings accessible to the community to explain their plans.  That is why, even though I have retired from day-to-day campaigning, I will always be happy to lend a hand to this community awareness project.


Night Music: Into The Mystic

February 20, 2016

Flu For Fun and Profit!

February 20, 2016

After the damn flu came roaring back on Wednesday night, I was in no mood to do anything.  However, on the same day, I had received the last T4, T4A etc etc kind of documents I needed to complete our taxes. So I sat at my desk and decided just to do it.

I found that my heavy hurting head kept me from more interesting distractions, and plodding through the forms line-by-line was almost soothing.  Taking my time and drinking lots of tea, I spent a whole afternoon completing two fairly straightforward returns.  Keeping my mind on the task also stopped me from self-piteously concentrating on my stuffed nose, rheumy eyes, aching shoulders, and the growing pile of used tissues filling my waste basket.

By evening, both our taxes and my flu were behind me — a wonder cure courtesy of Revenue Canada!