APR. 25 | 2009 Squamish Garage Sailing Circuit: Week 2
Summary: I thought opening day was a success, but this weekend's driveway deals did not disappoint. The stash:
The tally:
"Champagne?!? What is there to celebrate?
Crumbly-ness?"
-The Doc
01.NOV.2015: Ottawa, Ontario19.MAY.2014: Mannheim, Germany02.MAR.2014: Middle of Nowhere, Germany01.FEB.2014: Sochi, Russia
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
All Russians Love Birch Trees by Olga Grjasnowa
Summary: I thought opening day was a success, but this weekend's driveway deals did not disappoint. The stash:
The tally:
So here's the thing. By my own admission, I am incredibly skilled at botching, to an exorbitant degree, even the simplest of culinary tasks. Take for example this attempt to make a box of Kraft macaroni and cheese for lunch:
As far as I can tell, the year is divided into four seasons: skeleton racing, Christmas, construction and, my favorite: Garage Sailing.
And this past Saturday constituted Opening Day for the 2009 Squamish Garage Sailing Circuit. By the looks of things, we're gearing for a very profitable season. (Translation: Michelle needs to figure out how to sneak her $10 car load of STUFF past an unimpressed husband each Saturday afternoon. That's the REAL skill of Garage Sailing ...)
One of the pains in converting my American pilot licenSes to Canadian licenCes has been trying to find preparatory information to help me study for the Transport Canada exams I have to pass. Unfortunately, there is no standard guide outlining the differences between US and Canadian aviation practices. The best I could find was the description of one of the exams I had to write: "The examination consists of questions on differences between American and Canadian procedures for IFR flight."
Not helpful.
So I am walking around downtown Vancouver this morning, biding my time until I have to pick someone up, and notice that the Olympic Countdown Clock in fromt of the art museum says 333 days to go. 333 days and 3 hours. 333 days and 3 hours and 38 minutes.
Hey man ... I didn't go to university to not be able to figure out that in 5 minutes, for a split-second (well, technically for a whole second ... ) a mind-blowing collection of threes is going to appear before my very eyes.