Contemplating the sorry state of "progress"
It has been raining all morning, a super-fine drizzle. The good thing, as far as I'm concerned, is that it is not cold. I'm still putting off planting those bulbs I mentioned before. WhY? I have no idea.
The granddaughter did not like the chickadees at all. When one finally landed on her hand, she was appalled! She accused of the little bird of trying to bite her. I tried to assure her the little bird was just holding on with its little feet, and did not bite her at all. Granddaughter's mind was made up: she wanted to go back home to gramma's house, she didn't like the chickadees. First times are always a little scary.
Granddaughter last summer, eating "baby peas". She informed me, "Daddy calls them begetables!"
We went to an overly popular spot by the lake in Whitby: Lynde Shores.On a weekend, the place is overrun these days by suburbanites trying to find a little closeness with nature. The birds and squirrels were quite blaze about our offerings of sunflower seed and peanuts. It was a disappointment to me, but inevitable I suppose. In the last few years since I went there regularly with my own children, new subdivisions have been built just on the other side of the marshes--far too close to my liking. They call it progress and it is advertised as homes backing onto conservation lands. Ten years ago, I was usually the only person on the paths. Now, even mid-week, the place is maggoty with people, far too many people stressing a tiny spot of "wilderness".
Molly, my English bulldog, is still such a puppy. She is entertaining herself this afternoon by chasing a wasp about on the living room carpet. She is having so much fun that Misty, the beagle, who should have more sense, is getting excited as well, and together they are taking turns, sniffing the bug, barking at it, then rolling about on the carpet.
Re my paying job: the sorry lack of working equipment (never mind equipment that is state-of-the-art) for those of us on the front lines continues to be an embarrassment and frustration. Efforts to bring management's attention to the facts results in silly blaming (you did not fill out proper requisitions for repairs--I did, but obviously you do not know what happens in your own institution with those repair-requisitions) or band-aid efforts to shut us up in the moment ( a manager proudly demanded we "don't say I never do anything for you " after running around to other departments to borrow for us a couple pieces of working equipment--so what happens when they too stop working tomorrow, and the corporate-wide systemic problems continue?) or a manager fervently thought that she was attending a meeting tomorrow, where she would hopefully bring up our equipment needs (what other priority could take precedence over functioning equipment for the front-line worker, furniture for executive offices? bills the corporations foots for professional licences to practice for administrators that we front-line workers pay for out of our own pockets? fees for golf-club memberships --networking by front-line workers is of no benefit to the corporation)???) I have read in other places that CEO and managerial paychecks have increased quite disproportionally to the paychecks of workers and these statistics are described in another way in this article in the CAW news.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Fisherman's Blues from soundtrack to "Waking Ned Devine"
The granddaughter did not like the chickadees at all. When one finally landed on her hand, she was appalled! She accused of the little bird of trying to bite her. I tried to assure her the little bird was just holding on with its little feet, and did not bite her at all. Granddaughter's mind was made up: she wanted to go back home to gramma's house, she didn't like the chickadees. First times are always a little scary.
Granddaughter last summer, eating "baby peas". She informed me, "Daddy calls them begetables!"
We went to an overly popular spot by the lake in Whitby: Lynde Shores.On a weekend, the place is overrun these days by suburbanites trying to find a little closeness with nature. The birds and squirrels were quite blaze about our offerings of sunflower seed and peanuts. It was a disappointment to me, but inevitable I suppose. In the last few years since I went there regularly with my own children, new subdivisions have been built just on the other side of the marshes--far too close to my liking. They call it progress and it is advertised as homes backing onto conservation lands. Ten years ago, I was usually the only person on the paths. Now, even mid-week, the place is maggoty with people, far too many people stressing a tiny spot of "wilderness".
Molly, my English bulldog, is still such a puppy. She is entertaining herself this afternoon by chasing a wasp about on the living room carpet. She is having so much fun that Misty, the beagle, who should have more sense, is getting excited as well, and together they are taking turns, sniffing the bug, barking at it, then rolling about on the carpet.
Re my paying job: the sorry lack of working equipment (never mind equipment that is state-of-the-art) for those of us on the front lines continues to be an embarrassment and frustration. Efforts to bring management's attention to the facts results in silly blaming (you did not fill out proper requisitions for repairs--I did, but obviously you do not know what happens in your own institution with those repair-requisitions) or band-aid efforts to shut us up in the moment ( a manager proudly demanded we "don't say I never do anything for you " after running around to other departments to borrow for us a couple pieces of working equipment--so what happens when they too stop working tomorrow, and the corporate-wide systemic problems continue?) or a manager fervently thought that she was attending a meeting tomorrow, where she would hopefully bring up our equipment needs (what other priority could take precedence over functioning equipment for the front-line worker, furniture for executive offices? bills the corporations foots for professional licences to practice for administrators that we front-line workers pay for out of our own pockets? fees for golf-club memberships --networking by front-line workers is of no benefit to the corporation)???) I have read in other places that CEO and managerial paychecks have increased quite disproportionally to the paychecks of workers and these statistics are described in another way in this article in the CAW news.
Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Fisherman's Blues from soundtrack to "Waking Ned Devine"
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