2013-05-14; 8:15am, Tuesday.  Partly cloudy, bright and seasonal temps.

Diary:  Potpourri

~~Compliments, laundry on camera, collegial breakfast, Art store visit, pirate parkers, website announced, tea for two, hockey’s profits and Hatfield’s triumph.~~

The laundry is due again at about nine for the second load.  We are now on camera while we do the laundry.  So much better, I no longer feel so neglected!  But, I hope I’m not wanted!  We also have a camera trained at the front door and the blank communication board, as well as in the parking lot.  However, money for new carpets or even the washing of the windows remains in the safe of the owner manager.  
	Last Sunday my parking spot was taken, when I returned from the meeting at around one pm (1:00pm), by a visiting woman to the female tenant of #3.  Illegitimate parkers in my spot happens about once a month and this includes service trucks at times.  Such are the trials and tribulations of tenant life here, but the tenants are well behaved and go about their activities in unobtrusive and quiet ways.  This is a blessing in communal type living situations.

Yesterday I had breakfast with my former colleagues, a well attended event this time, with about thirteen present.  After that event I stopped by the Art store on tenth street in Kensington, to get new ochre and yellow felt tips.  I’d had brought my blue one to test out its bleeding, but the new one in the store also bled.  I think the blue ink is slightly thinner than the ochre, say.
	It was nice and quiet in that area compared to what I am used to here in Mission.  I lived in the Kensington area, on tenth street for about five months in 1999, just before retiring.  I found the area too small at the time and down town was too far away, but the walks plentiful and varied.  Rental prices were higher than the should be though, for that area.

The week end was as usual, and on Friday I did manage to post my web site with the Bing and Google search engines.  We’ll have to see whether or not my site gets any traffic.  So, I’m on the net for four years now, but have been in hiding all this time, building my site.  It is now formed, but will have to filled out in content and become more user friendly.  Up until now I have been in the mode of just getting it done, posted and working.  Presentation has been second priority in the development department.  [The second load is in, one more to go in forty minutes.]

Also last Friday, Herman and I had our regular lunch again and he complemented me on my talk titled ‘My Belief Explored’.  Such specific complements are rare, but not only from him.  I think that my recent talks speak more to the ‘hearers’, because I am speaking from my own convictions now, while in my earlier talks I was exploring, but without a focussed message. 
	This has now changed, also for myself.  I have come to the point of being engaged in formulating a message of which I myself am convinced!  That is different from giving a talk about an historical development as I have mostly done up until the beginning of this year.
<9:15am, coffee break.
9:56am> Last load in the washer and due at 10:30am.

On Sunday afternoon my ‘neighbour’ Michelle came over for a taste of the Malaysian tea she had brought me.  We chatted for about an hour, during which I explained some of the intricacies of the ‘throne exchange’ as that is called in the Netherlands.  The kingship dates from 1812, but the House of Orange as rulers date back to around 1580, but then as ‘city keepers’, defenders and keepers of the realm in a sense and in fact as creators even! 

I watched the Toronto Maple Leafs play the Bruins last Saturday and Sunday.  The last three minutes of the third period of Sunday’s last game and it’s over time goal by Boston was a sacrifice by the Leafs on the league’s  altar of maximised revenues, particular now in this shortened season.  
	We should abandon the National (= Canadian national) hockey league and set up our own in this country.  Those games I would watch, but I am not interested in all those cities from the states play our national game and take the scores agoinst us for the sake of money and audience size.  But while money talks, I vote as viewer!

Hatfield, the now famous Canadian International Space Station Commander, was a pleasure to watch.  He is as much a poet as an star-farer, who made the house hold act of using water an object of curiosity!  That is an art.  So, hats of to Hatfield.  Chris succeeds where Canadian Ice Hockey fails; forging identity that is.
<10:18am and 10:56am edited and last load!~

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