We did our Saturday morning practice in C-1 and then headed out to West Rouge (Frenchman's Bay) in the afternoon. The Dish, the Beav, Mrs. Chief and I went out in two OC-2s. It was a great day for outrigger! There was a strong westerly wind so we headed for the Rouge River and took a quick tour up to see what's new. Marisha and I both grew up in the area so it was a nice little nostalgia break. The trip back was a lot of fun as we were able to ride the rollers in but I'm looking forward to getting some actual
coaching so as to do it more effectively. I'd forgotten what a blight the nuclear power plant is on the horizon but I guess we can thank it for water temperatures that are slightly higher than other parts of the lake. The whole trip took about 90 minutes. Afterward, Mr. and Mrs. Chief fired up the bbq and we had a little birthday celebration for Karen. Birdy and Ryan dropped by and made it a party. I should have gone to On the Curve afterward, Kim Inglis was in town for a princess reunion (Andrea's stag & doe) but I was wiped out.
Sunday was pretty uneventful except that I found out they've opened a French Connection at Sherway!! A quick visit and I'm poorer by a few hundred $$.Oh, brutal. I just finished watching (or I should say fast-forwarding through) Brokeback Mountain. What a crummy movie. If you haven't seen it by now, my suggestion is don't waste your time and money...
Work at the Jane Goodall Institute in Africa? Or maybe monitor the jaguar populations






I have time to sit a watch the results because I'm stuck at home waiting for the gas company to come and install a new meter. There's nothing worse than booking the morning off (they said clear a window between 9 & noon) and then forgetting about it. I could have slept in, gone for a liesurely paddle, had breakfast at Cora's and still have been back in time for the gas dude. Instead, I skipped the workout, clawed my way out of bed at the last possible second, sat in rushhour traffic, listened to the asshats at work talk about how Beyonce is only with Jay-Z for his money while watching endless Shakira video loops ("Look! She's singing with her boobies!") until, fortunately, my boss remembered I shouldn't be there. If I hadn't rushed home, it would have been life without gas until I could arrange for them to come back to re-light all the pilots (their phone message said within 48 hours). Phew.
It occurred to me last night that the original Star Trek may have been the inspiration for a lot of 










and Shanghai...
and of course Montreal...











Did the Muto's know what an effect Louis had on his friends? At first they seemed overwhelmed (in a good way) that so many of us from the club were there but they must have known how popular he was - even the memorial card said "Uncle Lou'" just below his given names.


