Again becoming one with the Canucks

Ah the wonderful bite of a cold November gale, encouraging one (like me) to stay inside and do what people inside do. Blog.

Blogging subjects or objects (or even Blobjects) have been creating traffic jams in my head for some time now, so maybe with more favorable weather in the near future, I’ll find time to transfer some thoughts to screen.

As a glorious November has passed from tee shirt weather (at least for us Nordic types) to a hint (no make that strong suggestion) of winter, the focus is inward. Clean the garage and the office and torment the wife and kids about cleaning their spaces. Pitch and shred and shovel and sweep, sneeze. Pitch and shred and shovel and sweep, cough. So it’s been a while. The gray clouds outside make all the colors inside a little brighter and warmer.

It’s good to have the election evolving into ancient history, but before it does I need to boast about our little town of Robbinsdale’s voting turnout numbers—96.7%. And I believe that only counts living voters. So Chicago, don’t try to impress us with your 110% turnout.

And then there's the unity factor. Our ward one council member received a whopping 100% of the vote. Not a single soul wrote in the Swanmeister. :(