Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Gimme A Break...

Nobody can ever say my life is boring...crazy, maybe...but it is never boring.

Over the past few weeks my wife and I have moved, my son got married, he has been transferred to Dubai and for some reason, I suddenly have a pressing desire to grow tomatoes.

Where we were living, our gas bill for the car was running over $400 a month, the mileage on the car was really racking up and my wife was spending more than two and a half hours a day commuting back and forth to work. We have been talking about finding a place closer to her office and we finally did it. We found a small house, still in Toronto, dammit, but it fits us perfectly. As a result, we hauled all our worldly possessions across town and I now spend my days unpacking and trying to figure out where to store all this shit. The good part of this is, our new abode is so close to my wife's job, she now comes home for lunch. (Get your minds out of the gutter, boys, we have been married longer than a month, remember?) We have a little plot of land out back that can, if you squint, be called a backyard and currently I am just finishing up cultivating half of it into the reincarnation of a Victory Garden. The barbies all set up beside the patio furniture, and life has suddenly become good - damn good.

With mixed emotions, I am proud and sad to say my son has been promoted and is now the big-shot chef in the Fairmont Dubai. I'm thrilled to death that he is doing so well in his chosen profession, but I'm not so enamoured with him doing it on the other side of the world. One day I would like to live around the corner from him for a change, so I can drop by occasionally an bug his butt, just for the shear joy of being able to do so. Just before he left he got married to a beautiful woman who makes him happy, so with that, and her, I'm thrilled to death.

Maybe it is the amount of work it took to pack up all my tools and other implements of destruction and get them all hauled to the new place, not to mention unpacking them, but suddenly I want a break from woodworking. That doesn't mean I'm going to stop buying tools, but it does mean I'm not going to share them with you for the next few months. Instead, I'm going to do my impersonation of Vito Corleone and tend to my tomatoes, sans the heart attack, I hope.

With all of this, I wish you a wonderfully enjoyable summer and I'll see you in the fall.

Peace,

Mitchell

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