Schadenfreude might be mean, but still…

Tuesday came and with it a renewed sense of vigour, which lasted about five minutes. This I put down to having to submit a RfP to the government for an editing job. My friend Mike in BC, an expert in government procurement, gave me some pointers. In fact, short of writing and submitting it himself on my behalf, he couldn’t really have done anything more. But still, writing the actual proposal still had to be done, and I find this stuff so very difficult: I can almost feel my life force ebbing away as I do it. But, asI said, it had to be done.
 
After the morning had passed, I was invited out to lunch by my friend Mike, he whose father’s visitation I had been to on Thursday. It was a nice, if understandably slightly subdued lunch, during which he told me he had more or less just come from the crem in Wakefield, where the cremation had taken place. We had a good chat and catch up – these things become increasingly important as life events sneak up on us. As I left, I couldn’t help but feel the back of the Beijing Legend, where we had gone, was rather less than salubrious: I half expected a hitman to jump out from behind the bin.
 
They are forecasting a major storm for tomorrow evening and all the way through into the weekend. We’ve not really had winters for the past 2-3 years, maybe longer even, so I am curious to see how the good burghers of Ottawa will cope with it. I know how I will cope with it, by not setting foot outdoors…
 
In the afternoon, I tuned into the final minutes of the Manchester City-Real Madrid match to enjoy a little schadenfreude at the 115ers expense; having spent more than the rest of the league combined during the most recent transfer window (but they are “legit” now, honest), they are trying to spend their way out of their slump (that also is the Real Madrid way), but this seems, as with Manchester United, to be a very deep set crisis. It was a pity both sides couldn’t lose.
 
In the evening, I drove Ottawacker Jr. to his football practice, came back and had a chat with Mrs. Ottawacker, then watched an episode of Auf Wiedersehen, Pet!, for old time’s sake.