The wonky watermelons of Winkler Manitoba
If you are like me, the words Mexican and Mennonite just didn’t go together. Kind of like tacos and bratwurst, yet to my surprise there is a great history of Mennonites from Mexico and I just happen to marry one.
The frightening story of Bitcoin
Call me a conspiracy theorist if you want to but this isn’t , I heard a story from a guy who knows a guy. I swear it’s true and one day soon I’ll have the evidence
The black book treasure quest
“Well here’s the last of it.” he said as he placed another box of books on my table. “Thanks Adam, what do I owe you?” “Oh, don’t worry about it. Consider it a birthday gift from me to you”, he replied.
Returning to school 30 years later
Just before the pandemic shut down the world, I ventured back into education. This wasn’t to get a G.E.D. as I did graduate from high school, way back in 1989. Yikes that was long ago. No, I went back with the idea to further my career options. After high school, I did not attend any college or university for 2 very good reasons. One, I was broke and the idea of taking on a ton of debt seemed scary at the time. Two, I had no idea what I wanted to do with the rest of my life and I didn’t want to waste money and years of schooling to pursue a degree in something I didn’t know if I wanted to do my whole life. I guess I could have used a career counselour back then.
Of all the things I could do
Crossing the finish line of any race is exciting. Accomplishing the task laid out before you can seem satisfying even if you didn’t finish first but came dead last, you finished. That’s how I felt about 2020. It’s done, it’s behind me and now I get to choose the race I run in 2021. It’s time to take a moment to catch my breath and focus on what comes next. I’m reminded of a song that says “you can’t run when you’re holding suitcases”. Not sure if this person has ever been at the airport and late for their flight but you can make it work, but I get the point. What did I learn from this last year and how will help me moving forward?
A moment in the Park
“NO, get away from me!” she yelled as she tried to pull her arm out of his iron grip. I was overcome with stunned silence as I watched a middle aged man yelling at this frightened bird of a woman that she wasn’t leaving him. This is not what I expected when I took my chihuahua out for a walk in the park. My mind started racing about how involved I should be or what I should do. “Let me go, you’re hurting me!” she cried out, but his grip was firm and all she could do was squirm. My dog Bella, started barking at the commotion. She was never a fan of men to begin with and would growl for no apparent reason. This caught the attention of the couple and in the surprise, the mans grip loosened enough for the woman to break free. She fell to the ground dropping her purse spilling it’s contents into the nearby bushes.