Forgive me, I'm a little bit snarky today.
I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's the hockey game I watched last night. If I've ever seen a game more incompetently refereed, I've blocked it from memory.
I don't mind the Leafs losing: indeed, if they're going to miss the playoffs (and they're going to miss the playoffs), I'd much rather they miss by a whole lot and net a great draft pick thereby. But it was how they lost last night that really irks me.
I'm an impartial hockey fan: the reffing was brutal last night for both sides. There were five or six clear Leaf penalties that were not called. That said,
* A Leaf goal was called back because the puck didn't cross the goal line...when repeated television replays clearly showed the puck over the line
* A Carolina goal was allowed despite just as clear evidence it was knocked in with a high stick
* A Hurricane player smothered the puck in the crease, which should have led to a Leaf penalty shot and didn't
* Nik Antropov was called for "hooking" in overtime. He must have solicited a ref for the purposes of prostitution...or maybe he was seen on the Leaf bench fashioning a rug...because he sure didn't hook a Carolina player
* On the ensuing power play, Hal Gill tried to clear a puck and was slashed. No call...and a Carolina game-winning goal resulted.
It's just a game...but last night was a joke. And not a funny one.
On a much more serious note, I'm still seething at all the stories lately concerning kids left to die. I just want to scream. What kind of subhuman does that, anyway? Why aren't we allowed to bury the so-called parents in snowbanks, once we find out who they are?
And then, of course, the bilious aftertaste that I don't think I'll ever lose entirely:
and they thought we weren't fit to parent? That's a selfish thought, and one I'd dearly like to disown...but I can't. I'm entirely comfortable without kids in my life at this point, but that rejection will rankle forever, I guess.
Then I wake up this morning to hear that all schools in my city, including two universities and a college, are closed up tight today thanks to the 10-15 cm (4" to 6") of snow. Cue the repeat post. If they'd done this in the 1970s and '80s, I wouldn't have received much of an education.
On the radio they're debating whether bosses should give their employees a paid snow day when the weather's bad. Ha. I can assure you no matter how bad the weather gets, I'm expected at work at noon sharp. And that's as it should be. Businesses aren't subject to the whims of Mother Nature.
As far as I'm concerned, the protocol for school closures should be as follows: school board functionary calls up city transit. Good morning. Are your busses running today? They are? Okay, then schools are open.
Four to six inches of snow. Ridiculous.
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For the first time in 15 years, I stayed home from work on Friday. It was a lot of snow. By 4pm I measured 10 inches of snow, it weren't a little snowfall.
Quite glad my kids weren't at school.
To challenge your memory. I grew-up in the middle of the snow belt, (Dufferin County) and the country kids were sent home a lot up there in my youth. Late 70s, early 80s winters went really mild for a bit, and there weren't as many snow days. Average snowfall fell off a lot. There were more ice days at one point because the temperature kept bouncing around freezing.
That picture you show reminds me of two storms we experienced. The first was April 73 or 74. We got so much snow overnight buried the cars. Dad has a picture of his Pontiac under so much snow a snowmobile drove over the roof.
The second was around 75 I think. We got so much snow over a few days school was closed for a week. Hell the entire town was shutdown for a week. We had a 2 1.2 story farmhouse, and the snow reached the eaves (25 feet). My Dad had to literally dig us out of the house.
We've never seen that much snow since, that's for sure. And I don't think I want to.
How do you say you're sorry?
I'm at a loss to express my sympathy/grief/sorrow? on your adoption attempt. I think you'd be a great parent. But it's not my opinion that counts does it?
I understand you've come to accept the decision. Children are a wonderful gift, and its not right that you didn't get to participate, when so many undeserving parents do.
I admire you for you courage and your willingness to publicly share such a painful experience.
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