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Crikey!

Crikey! is what I said after I texted Alex’s support worker (can’t call them babysitters anymore, since he’s officially an adult) to see if she could come over and “support” him, and she texted me back that she can’t make it because she’s in Australia. To which I promptly replied, “Have fun!” and then ran to my chequebook to see where I put the decimal point on her last cheque.

But the real crux of the matter is finding someone to watch him at all. It used to be that anyone with a minimal amount of ability to use sign language would do, but now that he’s older and more inclined to want to be independent, he requires someone he can communicate his needs to. And there aren’t a lot of people who know sign language.

While I’m sure nothing along the lines of a catastrophe would occur if I left him in the care of someone who knew none of his language, I can imagine it being very frustrating. So why did I even mention a catastrophe? Because Anita made me do it.

Speaking of which, I’m going to need another three words for the letter “D” tomorrow. One per person in the comments, please. And keep it clean. 🙂 If you’re wondering who gave me my three “C” words, click the links under the words “crikey,” “crux,” and “catastrophe.” Thank you!

Here’s my homemade “C” badge to go with my less-than-on-the-up-and-up A to Z post. The red thing is supposed to be a bomb going off. Yeah, I’ll stick to writing.

 

 


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One-Liner Wednesday – Will Ferguson – you should read his books

“Many Canadian nationalists harbour the bizarre fear that should we ever reject royalty, we would instantly mutate into Americans, as though the Canadian sense of self is so frail and delicate a bud, that the only thing stopping it from being swallowed whole by the US is an English lady in a funny hat.”
― Will Ferguson

EDIT: As I should have at the start, I need to put the above quote into context. It was written (or said) years ago, long before the current US administration was even a glint in anyone’s eye. I can’t find a date for it, but I know this because I “liked” it on my Goodreads page in 2014.

It refers to the collective Canadian desire and ongoing struggle to figure out how we are different as a culture, rather than a strong will not to be Americans. It’s about what defines us as Canadians. And it was written with affection for our southern neighbours, who we love.

I apologize to anyone who took it in anything but the spirit in which it was intended.

Random photo, taken May 7, 2013


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