I feel like I have been keeping a deep dark secret for many years. It’s time that I get this off my chest.
I’m a proud Newfoundlander, on this earth for 40+ years, and I’ve never made tea buns.
Until yesterday!
Thanks to my grandmother’s recipe that Mom shared with me a couple of weeks ago I made my first batch of good ol’ Newfoundland raisin tea buns. The were deeeeelishus!
Thanks Mom!
… and a temperature of -20 Celsius (with the wind chill factored in)?
The walk around my neighbourhood that da missus takes me on, that’s what. Me darlin’ wife has a regular walking partner from down the road. Lately, that lady hasn’t been feeling up to going so my wife takes me as a partially willing second choice. Tonight, I decided to put a pedometer on to measure the distance in paces and it came to, you guessed it, 8900 steps.
Can you guess how cold it was? 
Halifax Airport. My flight arrived at 1:45 and by 2:05 I had been end to end… twice. They’ve given the place a little bit of a facelift since I was last here, but it’s still not a place that can keep you entertained enough to pass a five hour layover without at least one heavy sigh. A smoked turkey club and some waffle fries can only take up so much time.
Heavy sigh.
While passing by one of the flight information boards, I noticed the following:
That’s my flight. AC8778 to St. John’s… delayed. Heavy sigh. A quick check with the information counter and I was told that the flight really isn’t delayed. The airport authority just can’t get the board information right.
Interesting. I hope my luggage makes it outta here.
… and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight. There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye and a blade shining oh so bright.
Funny sometimes when little events from one’s past sneak back in to the forefront of your memory. I was driving home from work yesterday, listening to my iPhone and a song came on that I hadn’t heard in quite some time. It was Bat Out of Hell by Meatloaf and it brought back to mind something that happened to me many, MANY years ago, way back when I worked at McDonald’s on Topsail Road in St. John’s.
I was working the close shift. As the manager on duty when the store closed, I had to ensure all the accounting was balanced and the cash counted. The cash on hand plus the cash float minus the bank deposits from the earlier shifts had to add up to the register totals. The store closed at 2 am and by 2:30-ish I was ready to go. I rushed out to the parking lot, which was pitch black by that hour of the night, jumped into my car and turned on the radio. My assorted tape was cued up to Bat Out Of Hell, about two-thirds of the way through. I cranked the stereo and popped the clutch, tearing through the parking lot. When I got to the entrance, I didn’t slow down, taking a right directly on the empty streets. Red light, right turn. I never hit the brakes and I was shifting gears. Another stop sign, right turn, and again a stop sign and a left turn, each time passing a quick glance to ensure the way was clear but not slowing down. I lived close by so I was home before the song ended. I pulled up to the curb and sat there, finishing the song. In my mind, I was the original Canadian Idol as I belted out the last lines of the song, still cranked at top volume. “Like a bat out of heeeeeeeelllllllllllll ooooo..oooo..ooooo..ooooo.”
Just as the song ended, I shut the car off quickly, pulled the keys and jumped out of the car bumping directly into the chest of an officer from the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary. His car was parked directly behind mine, but the only lights on were his park lights.
He had a huge smile on his face as he rested a firm grip on my shoulder. “How about stopping for a few stop signs next time you drive home from work?”
I managed an awkward “thanks” and walked into the house, thankful I wasn’t carrying a mitt full of tickets.
I lucked into a free ticket to go see the Austrailian Pink Floyd concert in Moncton this past Monday night. Our friends Kevin and Christine from Charlottetown had planned to attend but for some reason Christine couldn’t go. Kevin, being desperate for friends, had almost no choice but to ask me if I’d like to go.
Like my Cirque du Soleil experience, I had heard the show was good but I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. What the heck… the worst I could do is get my money’s worth. Well! Was I in for another treat! The show was awesome, the music was impeccably reproduced, and the crowd was thoroughly into it.
I managed to take a couple of vids with my iPhone. The light and sound in the building kind of overwhelmed the recording equipment in the iPhone, but you will get the feel of the concert by watching anyway.
Here’s the encore:
Check out other vids of the show on my Youtube Channel.
Thanks again Kevin, for inviting me along with you.
Recently I was fortunate enough to be invited to a promotional event put off by a local information technology services vendor (Bulletproof Solutions) partnered with Cisco. They had rented a local racing oval and secured a couple of racecars and, you guessed it, I got to drive one!
It was quite a rush to say the least! Check out the photos in the stack below. Click to see more.
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