Whoa

So, today I was on the c-train, heading west.

Suddenly, I heard a train screach to a halt. Outside I could hear a crowd of people scream "No!", "Stop!". There were also generic screams of horror and screams of shock. Almost concurrent with this, our train lurched suddenly to a stand-still.

Without even thinking everyone on the train I was on got up and rushed to the window. On the 8th avenue platform (the one that heads east) people were either frozen with panic, or trying desperately to get off of the train platform.

A pedestrian had been hit by the C-Train.

From our front row seats, we were able to see the police, firemen, paramedics and c-train officials rush to the scene of the accident.

It was horrifying.

About 20 minutes later, the officials were able to let our c-train go past the scene of the accident, where we were dropped off at the last station for downtown and told that the c-train was out of service.

From there, I had to walk back into the downtown core and I walked past the now taped off c-train platform. On the platform, I passed by a body that was covered in a yellow tarp.

A dead body.

I walked past people who were sobbing, while police took their statements.

And I realized, yet again, how fuckin' fragile we are.

Nutella

I did a blog post in early 2007 about the public bathrooms in my office building.  As you may recall, my post was about the elastic collection that was someone was compiling on one of the toilet tanks in the bathroom.

Slowly, this elastic collection vanished and there were no more mysteries afoot in our public bathroom.

Until today.

Today I noticed in the feminine hygienic disposal bin a jar of nutella.  

This left me pondering:  why does someone take a jar of nutella with them into the bathroom?  Furthermore, why do they dispose of said jar in the disposal bin that is situated in the stall?  Why not toss the jar out in the main bathroom bin, or, better yet, in the office kitchen?

My mind then pictured someone sitting on the toilet, with their pants around their ankles, and their fingers in the jar of nutella, eating the chocolate gooey substance straight from the jar!

Of course, then my mind went back into its comfortable groove in the gutter and pictured other, um, unusual nutella usage options . . . ah, yeah, I won't go into those thoughts . . . just let your mind snuggle up to mine in the gutter and you'll get the idea.

I so wish I could put up a webcam in this bathroom stall to see what else goes on in there!

In other news, an old friend of mine, whom I reconnected with on facebook, has asked me why I have left the church, or, as I so very bluntly put it, "turned in my membership card."  As her question is not easily answered, I have mulled over my answer for well over a month.  I think I am almost ready to put up that post.

Stay tuned for more about the nutella, or about my lack of christianity!

Toodles,

CG 

More about Oliver

So, our latest addition, Oliver is doing well.

For all those who are interested, Oliver is a white devonshire rex. You can read more about them here.

We got Oliver through acquaintances of ours, who can no longer keep him, due to various reasons. We have decided to not change his name, as he really is an Oliver... I wonder if our human friend Oliver will appreciate *that*!

As a cat whisperer in training, Sean & I have been reading up on how to integrate Oliver into our family. When we first brought Eddie into our house, we followed a similar routine, but Eddie was only a teen cat and the integration was over in a blink of an eye. Oliver, however, as a 3rd cat, needs to really get used to us, our boyz and everything else.

So, he has been living in our master bedroom since Saturday. Each night, one of us sleeps in the same room as Oliver, so we have been swapping rooms between the master bedroom and our guest bedroom. Since Saturday, Oliver and our own boyz (Josh & Eddie) have been getting to know each other. We are now at the point where they have met face to face and are not hissing any more... Soon, Sean & I will be able to sleep in the same bed! :-)

In other news, it is great that Sean is back from Toronto. He was able to squeeze in a day of touring - he even had dinner with our good friend Philbert, who now lives in the big TO.

I have been grounded for the past week from running & biking. I injured my hip (an old injury from when I was 5 has reared its ugly head) on my last run. So, now I am stuck with exercises, massages (painful ARTC massages) and with icing my hip everyday. Thank goodness it is freakin' hot, so the ice pack is welcomed!

Well, I had best go back to being a cat whisperer!

Toodles,
CG

Introducing...

In the beginning, there was JACK.

Then, there was two - Jack and Josh.

Our little orange freak of a cat, Jack, passed away.

Rest in peace little buddy.

Then there was Eddie.

Josh and Eddie.

And now there is Oliver...

Josh, Eddie & Oliver.

I am surrounded by a herd of cats!