My friend Donna invited me over for dinner last night and we drank wine and ate fish and talked about Romanian orphanages, Columbian drug cartel prisoners, child abuse, depressing movies, Karla Homolka, addiction, poverty, prisons, Stephen Harper, the economy, child slavery, puppy mills and post-traumatic stress syndrome.
One heavy topic seemed to lead into the next and we kind of got trapped in that pattern, which is odd because we’re both pretty upbeat people. Despite the unrelenting lineup of dark topics, we somehow managed to laugh and have fun. Not everybody can do that with that particular set of topics, but Donna and I pulled it off. Yay us!
Afterwards I came home and went to bed with just Duncan. Duncan liked that he had me all to himself, but he liked it in an intense, face-licking, pointy-clawed sort of way, and I had to hide under the blankets for my own protection.
In other news, we made it through January! Does anybody else think the end of the bus strike was kind of anti-climatic since it hasn’t resulted in any actual bus service? I can’t believe it’s going to take them 10 days to get some buses on the road and it’ll be “April or May” before normal bus service is fully restored. (And frankly, normal bus service left a lot to be desired.)
Not only has the end of the bus strike not resulted in any bus service, it hasn’t resulted in any end to the public finger-pointing and acrimonious exchanges between the mayor and the union leadership. Why are they still battling for public opinion? It’s not like anybody’s going to change their minds about who’s to blame at this stage of the game, and even if we did, so what? Who cares? Mayor Larry’s got zero chance of re-election – and in this case, zero really does mean zero – and André Cornellier just needs to keep his members happy, not me or you.
I think they should just leave us alone and focus on getting the buses back on the road.