London's Calling

Okay, I  dragged myself to the computer because I promised myself that I would blog at least every couple of days. I hadn't contemplated getting a energy zapping, fog headed cold, oh well. I have been staring at the screen for some time now, breathing through my mouth, head bobbing slightly, no thoughts whatsoever. I will endeavor to write something down and post it even if it makes no sense. Sniff.

What if this cold spreads through Athletes village?

Back on Saturday, when I still felt like a person, Gord and I took the Sea Bus to North Vancouver. The terminal is covered in advertising for London, the next Olympic city.

 

 

Was that all they would give you London or are you particularly interested in attracting folks from the extra soggy North Shore?

 Police and Coast Guard boats were everywhere. They must have been doing a training exercise.

When we got off at Lonsdale Quay there was dozens of RCMP officers, of a certain advanced age, having lunch. My guess is that they are retired cops that have come from across the country to volunteer to stand in the rain at gates and checkpoints for two weeks.

Sunday morning I rose early to catch a ferry to Victoria to help photograph and record the 80th birthday party of my friend's father. I didn't feel great but didn't give it much thought until  I was standing in a hall surrounded by white hair. It crossed my mind that whatever I was coming down with could be the death of them. I tried to be careful what I touched. I'm a bad person.

Having spent the last forty-odd hours in bed I watched some TV news. Trucks hauling snow to Cypress from Manning Park was the big story. The warmest winter on record. The long term forecast looks like the figure skating judges scores; 9, 9, 9, 8, 9, 8.

The other story was about a information centre that the government set up in the Downtown Eastside. It's purpose is to inform the world's media of all the great work they are doing to help the drug addicted and homeless folks that call that area of the city home. Handy, it gives the people with the protest signs somewhere to focus their attention, and makes it easier for the media too. They have both sides of the story right there. One stop shopping.

I have a head ache.