The other morning I was up (as usual) around 5:00am and again (as usual) went down into our basement where we have an “office”, and booted up my pc. Continue reading
Car Travel
Ray has never expressed any real problems with car trips, although I could write a small book on the numerous “less than effective” ideas we had on trying to restrain his movements when traveling. Ultimately, as long as he can reach us, he is now generally happy. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 14 (Mid 1950’s – Radio)
Having no television back then, the radio was on quite a lot however, the BBC* had a total monopoly on broadcasting from within the U.K. at that time. Continue reading
Blatant discrimination!
Knowing Ray’s relationship with various business around here, and knowing that he occasionally gets preferential treatment (blatant discrimination against humans)*, the following incident could not go unrecorded! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 13 (Mid 1950’s – Fancy Dress)
Stanground Church (where I went a few times to Sunday school) was very close to a large field and, in 1955, there was some kind of family day event there which included a kids fancy dress competition. Continue reading
The lake revisited!
Being so close to Lake Ontario, we have numerous parks and trails which provide access to the water and, given that we have been having some glorious weather, decided to drive Ray to a park a short drive west of us. Continue reading
Starbucks!
Starbucks has been prominent in our time with Ray even though, unlike Lululemon, they have been totally unaware of Ray’s involvement with them! Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 12 (Mid 1950’s – Bonfire Night)
Bonfire Night (for the benefit of those not too familiar with British history), is more accurately known as Guy Fawkes Night and is celebrated on November 5. Continue reading
The Donation!
The Oakville & Milton Humane Society are (for obvious reasons) always promoting the services they offer and the fact that they receive no government funding. Continue reading
Dear Diary – Page 11 (Mid 1950’s – Christmas)
Christmas was when the caravan became magically transformed. Continue reading
A New Direction Perhaps? 