My crazy 71 year old mother had to get out of the house today. The temperature is hovering around a nice -30 Celsius but there is no wind. She was happy to get the chance to wear her Inuit Kamiks (seal skin boots) while she did errands.
This morning I went to see my doctor. Despite all the changes to my life that I have made, there is still stuff wrong with me. I am a broken down wind-up toy. So next week I have to do the FULL medical which means of course...you know...the rubber glove. You can imagine how overjoyed I am about that breakfast date. In the meantime I got prescribed ANOTHER pill (my forth). As funny as all that is, however, that is not the funniest part.
My mother offered to pick up my prescription and when she came home she said that she had a talk with the pharmacist who remarked, "Oh Jeez. He really has a lot wrong with him doesn't he?"
Now my question to you, dear reader, is this - Should my mother have told me that story? She knows how I react to stuff like that. I mean come on. You don't tell a guy who is getting his prostate examined in 7 days that the pharmacist feel pity for him. I am anxious enough. Why not just tell me she 'heard the rattle' and the Grim Reaper will get to me when the weather warms up. GAH!
I just remembered that the Aryan nurse at my Doctor's office questioned me a few times about me having another emergency call number other than my home number. What does she know that I don't? I am terrified to leave the safety of the Cave now.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.