Talking In My Sleep

One thing that’s clear from Gill’s cute little story here is that she makes much more sense in her sleep than Carin does.

When I was10-years-old, my dad and I had a backyard camp out.  For context, there was plenty of room for the tent as we lived in the country.  My dad, whose business sometimes required him to get up and sleep at weird hours, got up around five.

What Was Said?

I thought I said “five O’clock already?”  but as we ate dinner that evening I brought it up to my dad who said, “No, Gill, you actually said, I love you daddy.”


Cute or too cute?

Jon Q. Public’s Newest Set Of Questions

As I get ready to write this post, I realize that for each guide dog retirement, I’ve needed to write one of these. Here’s the one for Babs, and here’s the one for Trixie. Now, amazingly, I have one for Tansy…and the things people are asking are all basically new. It’s incredible how each situation can spawn new questions. I’ll warn you right now, this post is a bit of a behemoth.

“So now that she’s retired, you’re giving her away? Why on earth would you do that?”
This one hurts. It cuts to the bone. I know they don’t mean to hurt me. Objectively I guess it’s a fair question. But they have no idea how much I have agonized about her retirement and what would happen after she retired. I did think about keeping her. I mean, when I was just starting the process of retiring her, she was headed for 9 years old. Now, she’s 11. I would think about Trixie and how she made it to just about 13. I would think “That isn’t long. I’m sure I could stick it out with the cane another 2 years. It would be slow and painful, but I could do it. What’s two more years so she could stay right with me until the end?”

But then I started to think about it more. I live in a high-rise apartment. Every time she would need to go to the bathroom, she would have to either wait for the elevator or go down all those stairs. Sometimes, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go, especially when getting older. What if she couldn’t hold it? What if she had more trouble walking and being way up here was no fun at all?

And about those stairs. She already was none too pleased with going down all the stairs when we had a fire alarm back at the end of June. The stairs never used to be a problem. In fact, I looked like more of a wreck going down the stairs when we had a fire alarm earlier this year than she did. What if we had a real fire and I couldn’t get her out?

Another thing nobody takes into account is once she’s no longer a guide dog, she loses all of those access rights that made it so easy for me to get her around, Uber drivers notwithstanding. Once that’s gone, she’s a pet, and I have to negotiate every time I have to take her anywhere. She wouldn’t be going too many places by car, but the ones that do require a drive aren’t ones that I want to be spending time haggling over. If I need to take her in the car, we’re probably headed to the vet, and maybe it’s urgent. Do I really want to be fighting with someone over whether they’ll take her as she’s potentially taking her last breaths? I thought about assembling an emergency dog squad that I could call on if I needed something, but even that runs the risk of failing. If it’s midnight, none of them may see my text and then I’m back to haggle and fight.

The other trips that would put her in a car are trips to family. For those, I either take transit, Uber, or sometimes family picks me up. Uber and transit would immediately be out, so the only trips where she might be able to come are when family comes to get us. So, we would be finding her a sitter, especially in the case of trips to my parents’ place because they’re far. This would also be the case if we were going to see far-away friends that require a train or bus ride. Suddenly, the life she would be having at the end might not be so awesome.

And I was worried about what would happen when I had to go back to the office if that happened within her lifetime. She could end up all alone if Steve had to go anywhere. While pet dogs get used to that, these dogs really don’t. We are told to give them some alone time for short bits, and she has had to be alone when I was in the hospital when Steve would visit me, but that was temporary, and she was much younger. What if she needed more bathroom breaks now? Older dogs need different things.

What if I did decide I couldn’t wait that long for a new guide dog and went and got another one? Our apartment is a decent size, and we have had two dogs in it for short bits, but I don’t think they would be happy together in it for the long term, especially if one was 2 and the other was 11 or 12. I could see Tansy feeling like she’d had enough of this young whippersnapper. Suddenly, I could find myself in the situation where I have to find Tansy a home, and quickly, which is not the best way to do something like that.

Yes, people have kept their retired guide dogs. But I think the circumstances have to be just right. They have to have enough space for them and the dogs have to get along, or they have to be ok with waiting until the old dog passes away before getting a new one, and they have to have a good enough network of support for transportation needs. Sometimes that happens because their spouse is sighted or there’s lots of family right in town or something like that. If things aren’t just so, it feels like a disaster waiting to happen.

So, to everyone who thinks I’m throwing her away when she is no longer of use to me, that is the furthest from the truth. I’m trying to make sure that she has the best possible last years of her life. Now, she has moved in with a lady who makes a habit of taking in older dogs. It’s like a doggie retirement home. It’s a bigger place, even has a little ramp in case they can’t do the stairs, and although there’s another dog, they have space to get away from each other but they play together if they want. Both dogs are older, so their level of play is more similar than what it would be between a young dog and an old one. Think of the good seniors homes, where the people don’t have to worry about working and meals, but they have access to all the friends and fun activities they want. This arrangement feels like that. And since she’s right here in town, I’ll be able to see her again.

On top of that, I had time to ask lots of questions and do some trial runs. Unless something absolutely catastrophic happens, this arrangement is going to work out for all involved. And maybe nobody thinks I’m throwing her away when she’s no longer of use to me. Maybe that’s what I think they think, and nothing like that entered their minds. But there is so much guilt when I can’t keep her until the very end.

“She was working fine for you! Why would you retire her?”
Are you a service dog trainer? How do you know she was working fine for me? Just because she’s walking upright out to the dog potty doesn’t mean she’s up for the stress of doing the guide dog thing. She may be able to walk quiet streets, but squishing herself onto buses, being in crowds, navigating busy intersections and having to save me from stupid distracted drivers aren’t top of her list of things she still wants to do. Also, she’s 11. Guide dogs usually retire when they’re 10 or younger. So even if she was totally working fine for me, I want her to have some fun time. I don’t want her to work until she physically can’t, or worse. I don’t want to work her to death!

“you don’t seem to be doing fine without her.”
This one is one of those ones where they don’t have to say it precisely. It just sort of is carried along in the words they do say, like “And why did you retire her again?” as I’m trying to get across the crosswalk to the mall. Dude, I basically haven’t used my cane for 9 years. I have used it for very short bits, but Tansy guided me for nearly all of those 9 years. So, I need to bring those skills back to life. It would be like if you suddenly couldn’t use your computer and had to operate an old typewriter, especially if you used to use one before. All those things that computers just do, you would have to remind yourself that you have to do them. You would have to remind yourself that there is no copy and paste, and if you make an error, that you have to use correction fluid, and some errors just make you start over. Those skills are there, but need to be dusted off, and at first, the dust will be very evident. Cut me some slack!

Yes I know, in a perfect world, I would have gone out with my cane on a regular basis to keep those skills sharp, but I wonder how many of us actually do that. To those who do, you’re awesome. Maybe some day I’ll be that awesome. But when it’s faster and easier to do it with the dog, it’s hard to make the conscious decision to break out the cane.

On top of that, because of our lovely pandemic circumstances, Tansy and I weren’t running around everywhere. So I’m having moments where I’m trying to remember exactly where things are because I haven’t gone there in a while.

“Why don’t you have a new one yet?”
That question totally makes sense from the outside, but is slightly exasperating for people who understand the process. I think most people think I just call up and say “I’d like to trade my dog in for a newer model. When can I make an appointment?” But this process, even at the best of times, isn’t all about my schedule. They have to have a dog ready that’s right for me, and they have a maximum of six students per class. So there’s a lot of behind the scenes magic happening to get the right people with the right dogs.

But this isn’t the best of times. We had this crazy little thing called COVID which kind of put a stop to anyone getting new guide dogs anywhere. But while nobody was able to get guide dogs, people’s previous dogs retired and passed away at the same rates as they always did in normal times, which caused the backlog to grow. Also, they stopped breeding as many dogs, which caused there to be a shortage of dogs when everything started coming back to normal. That doesn’t even take into account that not every pup that’s born is able to be a guide dog.

The short version of that is it may be a while until I get a new dog, but Father Time really gives 0 craps about my schedule. So there comes a point where, whether or not I know I’m going to class, Tansy is past the point where it’s good to have her keep guiding. So I can’t make the timelines link up nicely.

“Your school is in the states? Why didn’t you just go to a different school that was in Canada?”

For a couple of reasons. When the pandemic hit, a lot of schools weren’t even serving new clients and were focusing on serving their existing ones. So even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t have been accepted.

Also, not all schools are created equal, and I have a history with this one, so I wanted to stay with them. Remember. Getting a new dog is a multiple year commitment. I want to choose my school wisely.

“She didn’t look like a service dog. She was so quiet!”
Admittedly, this was only said once, but it was so weird that I had to write it down.
What kind of “service dog” did you have in mind? Or were you more thinking of a police or guard dog? Service dogs are supposed to be quiet. If they started acting like a guard dog, their career would change in one heck of a hurry!

“You? Dog? Where?”
This one happened to me today. This lady who didn’t speak English very well was obviously asking me where my dog was. But how do you explain something like retirement when you don’t know what words they will understand. Heck, the concept of retiring a guide dog is hard to articulate when the other person understands you perfectly. The answer to the question is not as simple as “She’s upstairs” or “she’s sleeping” or even “she died.” What is the easiest explanation that can be given? And it’s hard to find the words when I’m also sad.

It’s funny. This time, after Tansy moved into her new place, whenever I left home, I prepared myself for the onslaught of “Where’s your dog?” I even had an internal monologue of “Get ready, they’re going to ask you.” I was more ready, but people can still find brand new things to ask me. Hopefully soon, I will know when I’m headed to class, and the act of writing this down will cause me to not flounder for answers to the other questions.

Will You Kids Stop Sports Entertaining UP There! I Don’t Need You Ending UP In A Local Medical Facility!

Wrestling and wrestler no longer considered ‘dirty words’ in WWE
Good god in heaven do I ever hope this is true. WWE does a million stupid things, but the ridiculous attempts to get rid of words like wrestling and wrestler will always be near the top of my list no matter what else ever happens.

Sports entertainment, while a technically accurate description of pro wrestling in general, is a goofy phrase and no normal person will ever use it unless they’re paid to do so or are making fun of it because it’s silly. WWE has always been and always will be professional wrestling. Wrestling is right there in the name of the company, for christ’s sake. Short of changing it to World Sports Entertainmenting Entertainment which I’m honestly not sure I’d have put past Vince had he stuck around long enough to lose what little is left of his creative mind, there’s no running away from it.

I don’t know what expectations I should have for the post Vince era. Change is slow, and it’s still so fresh that it’s hard to tell how much anyone truly plans on changing. But this is certainly a good start.

Next, can we bring back “belt” and “title shot”? If I never hear the words “championship opportunity” again it’ll be too soon.

“Wrestling” and “wrestler” are no longer considered “dirty words” in WWE. 
The two terms had been banned in the company in favor of “sports entertainment” and “sports entertainer” in recent years.  
Dave Meltzer addressed this and the more “relaxed” atmosphere under WWE’s new regime in Friday’s edition of the Wrestling Observer Newsletter. 
“It was noted it was more relaxed and calmer, that the women felt there is going to be more focus on them and that the words wrestler and wrestling were no longer dirty words talent was instructed to never use without authorization, and almost everyone considers that a good thing,” Meltzer wrote.

Gates Of India Restaurant

Gill has another restaurant recommendation.

If you are looking for something delicious in downtown Hamilton, and you like to try different types of foods, Gates Of India might just be what you are craving.  The atmosphere brings two worlds together.  You get the feeling of 4-star dining with linen table cloths, but you also get take out.  The prices fall in the mid range, and what you get is delicious.

Where Exactly Is It?

It’s on 201 James Street north.  It’s in an area I like to call Eatery Row, as it is near a couple of other places I have eaten at. 

What Did I Eat

I absolutely love Indian food, and had a craving for some butter chicken.  What’s great is they offer flavor range from mild to super spicy.  I ordered medium as I have stomach issues.  It had just the right kick for me.  I also ordered a mango lassi, which is a deliciously refreshing Indian style milkshake.  I also, because why not, ordered samosas. 


The customer service was a little slow, and they were reluctant to allow two guide dogs in, but it was good overall.

They Made Black-And-White TVs Longer Than I Thought

I didn’t expect myself to watch all 12 plus minutes of this, but here I am, having just finished it. It brought back some memories for me.

I owned a few of these little TVs in my time. Not these exact ones as I recall although the name Spectra is ringing bells for some reason, but similar ones. They didn’t all have the built-in radio, and in my experience the ones that did weren’t particularly good at being either a radio or a television.

The first one I ever had was purely a TV. I got it in the early 1990s. It was actually pretty decent at pulling in signals with nothing but the standard extendable antenna like the ones you get on many radios. I could get most of what our main TV hooked up to the big tower outside could get aside from the American stuff that came in when the weather was just right. It was a little worse when my bedroom moved down to the basement, but it was still better than it had any right to be.

The last one was a combo unit that was in my possession and even got used sometimes especially at night well into the 2000s. I don’t think it survived our last move, though. Pretty sure it wound up on the pile of things that went to the e-waste depot along with the digital answering machine, some really freaking heavy elderly computer monitors and a bunch of other crap. Once they started shutting down the analog transmitters, there wasn’t much point in keeping it.

There’s a lot of complaining in here about image quality. No, these things were not very good, so I’m told. How good could they have been with screens that size though, really? But that’s not something I ever cared much about for reasons that become obvious if you poke around the blog for a few minutes. I was just happy to not have to always watch what my folks were watching and to have something else I could use to help me fall asleep.

I kind of miss having a bedroom TV. I know I could hang a flat screen on the wall and then pay for an extra cable box or get an over the air antenna or figure out how to rig up a splitter, but that all feels more complicated and expensive than any of this needs to be. It would be nice to have a digital version of one of these old things that would just plug in and go. That’s all I really need. Just something that’ll let me fall asleep watching the news or Seth Meyers or whatever.

Billie Joe Armstrong, Music Playing Kid

Here’s something I didn’t know. When Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day was little, he traveled around singing at retirement homes. Apparently he was liked well enough that when he was five years old, his music teachers helped convince an independent record label to put out one of his songs, Look for Love.

Tell me you’re not going to have that stuck in your head all day today.

The b-side of that record consists of a woman interviewing him about how much he loves singing, and also how he’s been learning a whole lot about Jesus and the bible in nursery school. In a roundabout way, I suppose one of those things ended up helping him out quite a bit with the other.

That’s Not Even My Dong, Man

Telling the police that you don’t own the shirt or pants or jacket you’re wearing that just so happen to be stuffed with weapons or drugs or whatever is highly suspect, but at least it’s the smallest bit plausible. It might even be true once every couple million times. Trying that with the two bags of drugs they find wrapped around your own bag, though? Not a chance.

During a search of Florence, a deputy discovered two plastic baggies “wrapped around his penis.” One baggie contained “cocaine powder and cocaine base,” while the other held a “crystal substance” police identified as methamphetamine.
Questioned about the narcotics, Florence “stated the package wrapped around his penis was not his,” reported Deputy Levi Blake. It appears Florence–who has multiple cocaine convictions–did not identify the purported owner of the drugs wrapped around his penis (or whether that individual consented to their drugs being stored in such a fashion).

My Last Great Hunk Of Tansy Observations

There are still a few things I wanted to write down, even though Tansy has moved on to the next chapter of her life. A few? Who am I kidding? There’s a lot here. I hope you have some time.

Tansy has taught me that I haven’t spent enough time with old dogs. By the time our family dog was getting old, I wasn’t around as much, and Trixie moved on to Brad when she was 7. Whenever I would see Tansy do anything unusual, I would get paranoid. “She forgets why she’s out here to pee. Is she developing dementia?” No, she’s getting old and doddling around. “She keeps changing direction when we’re walking. Is she losing her vision?” Nope, I think she’s bored.

She definitely started thinking like old people do, not having patience when they need something. When she was younger, she would stand and let me talk to people as we headed out to go pee. Not anymore. If I stood too long, she’d try and start moving. I often didn’t think Tansy had a voice, but when she would do this, I would think I heard an old lady saying “Bla bla bla…I have to poop! Let’s go!”

I’m glad that she still sort of enjoyed working sometimes, even though I could tell she was less and less keen to do it. In fact, one day, she tried to trick me into believing we couldn’t get to the mall at all. There was a bit of snow near the exact spot where we would usually cross the crosswalk, but all we had to do was walk a bit over and we could have crossed. But she acted like “No, I just can’t see a way to do this. I don’t think you’re going to the mall today.” Once we had someone’s help to convince her it could be done, she was ok, although draggy, and was especially keen to come back home, but that was one of those moments where I had it driven home that I was not a fool and it was time for her to retire. But sometimes, we would go into places like the office, and she would get so excited. I’m just happy she didn’t grow to hate working. I didn’t want to scar two dogs.

The need for extra pees never stopped, even though the numbers seemed to indicate the urine was concentrating as it should. So since things weren’t getting any worse, whenever it looked like she had to pee, I just took her out. Somebody asked me if she had a schedule. I had to say “define schedule.” I have a schedule that I plan to take her out for, and I always did, but there were usually extra trips.

One thing that surprised me was that the vet suggested that I give her more food! We’re not exactly lighting the world on fire with our amount of activity. But somehow her metabolism is devouring the amount I was giving her and she was losing more weight than she should. So we did, and her weight got better. The vet also said her eyes had gotten more cloudy, and she had a bit of arthritis in one hip. I didn’t even notice. But when the vet was doing the range of motion tests, she said she could see discomfort when she played with the one hip. I did notice that one time, when the fire alarm went off, Tansy did not want to go down all the stairs, which was a new development from the last time we had to do that giant stair descent.

Another thing was nobody had talked about Tansy having dandruff. Trixie had that problem, but Tansy never did…until this April. We went from no one saying a word to everyone having something to say. The vet said the flakes were mild and not to worry about them. But what flipped the flake switch? She had been having fish oil for years. I had just bathed her. I groomed her regularly. Why did they suddenly become obvious?

For a bit, she developed a persistent cough and I was worried. But eventually, it just went away. But sometimes she would start hacking and coughing at night and I would wonder what I would do if it looked like she was in serious distress and I thought I had to get her somewhere.

She also got out her barf bingo dabber and harfed back in April. The only thing that was new was we had been playing at the dog park with the person who eventually adopted her when she retired. But there’s nothing else I can think of. She’s so silent about it…and then…one of us finds it. Yuck!

Some days, she would really ask to play, and you’d think that she was full of energy, but usually she was only good for a couple of laps up and down our hall. This was a lot different than the way she used to be, but I guess she is much older now.

Also, she would run around like she used to, except she just couldn’t stop in time. You would hear her tear down the hall, and then…wam! Right into the corner! Her eyes apparently were getting cloudier, but I think she just couldn’t put the brakes on fast enough.

The circle of life continues. It was happening a few years ago when dogs Trixie’s age were passing away, but even younger ones are getting older and passing away, because they’re older now. It really makes you realize how old Tansy actually is.

This spring, she got more frisky when it looked like spring was coming for real. I said that she was talking to the groundhog and she got the early predictions. I don’t know how accurate she was, but she got more frisky than usual and really wanted to play more. She even thought a pair of big fuzzy socks would make great dog toys and I had to hide them.

The Shmans never managed to win the nephews over to liking her. They’re either indifferent, or they’re scared. Seppa can’t figure out if he likes her or not. As long as she isn’t trying to lick *him*, then he might be kind of sort of ok with her. He even giggles if she’s licking someone else. Once he laughed and said she was licking me like an ice cream cone, and another time she was spanking me with her tail. But he just finds her super unpredictable. One time, when we were going to stay there, he tried to find a way to uninvite me so the dog wouldn’t have to come. He said I looked different. I looked stinky, in fact. Apparently, the way to look stinky is to get a short hair cut. But he eventually decided maybe the dog was ok. For some reason, he was really excited to go out in the yard to find the “two dog poops that Aunt Carrot’s dog Tansy put there.” I’ve never seen anyone so excited to pick up poop.

He’s really watching things, because he noticed the sing songy way I would say her name when I would call her to me. Later, he said “Aunt Carrot,” say her name like when she listens to you.” And then he would pat his leg and imitate me. Yup, he’s watching everything.

Sukie is kind of like Seppa. He giggles when she’s running around…but if she gets too close, he gets worried. He called her “the evil dragon.” When we asked him what he would think about taking the evil dragon home, he said “No, that would be worse!” Poor Shmans doesn’t want to be evil. She might have dragon breath sometimes, but that’s about it. Poor, poor, misunderstood Shmans.

Talking about Tansy’s interactions with the little guys makes me wonder. How am I going to explain this retirement thing to them? Adults have enough trouble. How will kids take it? When Trixie retired, I never had to go through this. The only kid I had lots of time with was the huppy, and we moved away right after Trixie moved in with Brad, so didn’t see him anymore. But these little guys are going to have questions, and how do I find the right words?

For most of Tansy’s career, I didn’t have those abandonment dreams like I did with Trixie. All the dog dreams seemed to stop after Trixie passed away. But while trying to figure out where Tansy was going to go, I had a couple of them.

One of them consisted of Tansy going to the dog park with me to meet up with the person who eventually adopted her. In real life, we did go to the dog park so she could play with her other dog and we could see how they got along. Sometimes, Tansy would try and hump this dog, and she got told off by the dog, and by some miracle, Tansy listened! So, she would stand beside the dog and hump the air as if to say, “Can I get away with this?” Well, in the dream, I guess Tansy got a little overzealous, and before the two of us could stop it, she had humped this poor dog to death. That would never happen, but I guess I was worried Tansy would be too rambunctious.

The other dream I had involved us taking the dogs to play on some kind of trail, and us losing sight of Tansy. When we found her, she was trying to cross a busy street, and dodging cars. Gees! My mind knows how to let me know that this decision I’m making is weighing heavily!

This next thing is funny and sad. These 9 years I have had her, whenever I use dictation on my phone to write messages, it can never get her name right. It usually writes “Tansey” or “Kenzie”. If I say “Shmans”, it’s usually hopeless. Sometimes it rights “She mans” or “Shermans”. Well, pretty much as soon as she left, it started reliably writing “Tansy” and “Shmans”. What the heck is up with that?

I was sitting and thinking about how crazy she was when she was young. I was thinking about how hard she would run around the house after we finished a route. Then I was listening to some old recordings I had, and I found this gem recorded after she had just finished a meal. I had to laugh, because at one point I said “Aww, this is more subdued than I’d hoped!” Meanwhile, when I’m listening to that now, I know that her post-meal celebrations aren’t nearly that vigorous. Yes, the immortal Tansy is getting older. That is definite proof. Oh, and if you’re wondering what I referenced in the second recording about the sports broadcaster running commentary on his dogs eating, here it is.

Once Tansy left, I braced myself for the barrage of “Where’s your dog?” “Where’s your buddy?” “Where’s your puppy?” that I knew was coming. But I think I saw another dog do it, just like in the Trixie days. Back then, the dog came towards me, then froze and backed up. This one looked at me and barked a few times. It was like she actually asked “Where’s your dog?”

I just have two more things she did recently that made me laugh, so I had to write them down. The first was when we had COVID. As each of us had the worst of it, she couldn’t stop licking us. I had just heard about COVID-sniffing dogs, and wondered if that was what she was picking up on. We’ll never know, but she stopped being so obnoxious about the super licking as we got better.

But the goofball was obsessed with me whenever I would climb the stairs. I’ve started going down all our stairs for exercise, and then coming back up. Whenever I would get back, she would run over and lick me. Yuck! I know I’m sweaty, but I don’t want to be a human salt lick.

And those are all the notes I have. It was hard doing this one, because I know that she’s off starting her new life, and I won’t have nearly as much to say about her. I’ll pass on updates when I get them, but this will be the last time I have a big bunch of notes. We hope to have a little party in a park to let a bunch of people who loved her around the office come and say goodbye, and we might get some pictures and I’m sure I’ll have stories, but for now, this is it.

Steve On CKCU Radio This Tuesday, August 2nd, 2022

Hi there!

Hope you’re all enjoying your holiday Monday. Assuming you get one, of course. this August long weekend is so weird and I don’t think I’ll ever understand it as long as I live.

We’re enjoying ours, thanks for asking. The weather has been absolutely beautiful and we’ve been taking good advantage of it to do fun summer things like eat ice cream and corn on the cob, enjoy some cold beverages and relax with the radio on.

Speaking of the radio, I’m going to be on it tomorrow morning, so I’m told.

A little over a week ago, I recorded a segment with our good friend Jason Dunkerley. He’s co-hosting a weekly show on CKCU radio in Ottawa. It’s called Connection, and here’s what it’s all about.

Connection is a new weekly show which will explore the power of connection with people who are making a difference in our community and beyond.

We’ve missed out on so much connection over the past couple of years. We’ll play an eclectic mix of guest-inspired music, and through the show, connect with people and ideas across the fields of health and wellness, creativity and spirituality to deepen our understanding of what helps people to remain rooted and engaged in this changing world.

I think I fall into the creativity category. Lord knows it isn’t health.

Some of the people they talk to are Ottawa famous and some are just regular folks that they’ve met in their travels. I have some friends and family in and around Ottawa, but that’s not enough to make me Ottawa famous, I’m pretty sure.

Anyway, I’ve known Jason at least in passing for nearly 30 years and have been lucky enough to count him among my small group of very close friends for more than 20 of them, so it was easy for us to have a 15-20 minute conversation about life in a pandemic and doing our best to maintain sanity and important relationships. I think it went well. If you’d like to find out, tune in tomorrow at 8:30 A.M. Eastern time. 93.1 FM if you’re in the listening area and have a radio, if you aren’t/don’t. You should also be able to yell at your smart speaker to play the station if you’re into that. I believe it will be archived for on demand listening as well if that’s more your thing. You really have no excuse for not listening to it, you guys. Unless you just don’t want to. That’s fine. But I hope you will.

Enjoy the rest of your day, in any case. If you’re looking for me, I’m probably outside.

Update: Here’s a link to the episode for what will hopefully be your listening pleasure, or at least a half hour of your life that you won’t want back. CONNECTION
Tuesday August 2nd, 2022 with Jason Dunkerley and Jacob Shymanski
Steve Wettlaufer