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August, 2008 :

Along with fonts increasingly getting smaller, I feel as though I'm being edged out of this life by complications.

I now have reading glasses, but I think it's also a chemistry thing as most days my eyesight is great but occasionally I have to reach for the readers. It's a function of the lifestyle I have at the moment that the 10 months since my 50th birthday have zipped by, I'm not adopting the elderly "time flies by so quickly" routine as my mum and dad did, because really, we all acknowledge that, at our age, there's less left than already gone by, so we count the days more.

I think I may be seeing the aforementioned Alan Marsden in September, he's going to be on a Vancouver trip and popping to Gibsons for a day or so, so there'll be a period of laughter, storytelling and yes, doomsaying. Its another trait of old people to say that the world is getting worse and Alan is pretty good at it.

Nothing but good at this end, feeling healthy and loving the coastal life, British Columbia being very green, weather far better than Ontario in that winters are warmer, summers are cooler. Rain, yes, but I love it, I think it's all those years of being damp sitting on Crosvilles.

The Crossville was a double decker, usually green, British Bus, often packed with damp people on blustery winters days, a sort of rolling island in a storm.

I digress...

I miss the people more than the work, although in the last few years of my particular working life, everyone was preoccupied with their growing kids and the social scene was suffering. It's funny, as I've done a few complete resets in my life that effect has happened a few times, especially as I retain a high level of immaturity while new friends eventually become very responsible.

Thats why I try to keep hold of that fool on the hill title.