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Steve: I'm not that bad with needles; I can get them as long as I don't have to look. I have TV news which shows people getting injected. Agree about the addictions and tattoos. I just had a horrible thought: If I had taken science (physics and chemistry type) would I have had to qualify in biology as well to teach school? One year of high school biology was too much for me. In my kindergarden year I had my tonsils out. I was wheeled screaming to the operating room and remember the horrible smell of alcohol before they suffocated me with a big rubber mask. I can't take the smell up close to my nose to this day. One of my dentists worked at doing as much work as possible without freezing. I'll count three bridges and twenty rail joints then post this reply.

My favourite was, I think, a video from Model Railroader on the "Digital 5" control system where the 5 Digits were brought down and pushed the trains along.

Canada's national holiday today. The Village bands were "rehearsing" in somebody's driveway. They are not allowed to announce "performances" as that might attract a crowd. We listened to the Easy Listening combo for 1.5 hours; they were going to be followed by the Elderly Brothers and another outfit. I wonder at the wisdom of opening places that help to impair judgement and dexterity in these times. (I am also in sympathy with the fellow who said of the internet "Who thought it was a good idea to put all the idiots in the world in touch with each other?" And congratulations to Mrs. Gwiwer.

We took the motorhome to the new site today. Large field but at the end of a narrow lane (Narrow=scraped the foliage on both sides). Check engine light was on but I'll wait until we see if we can use it to go anywhere. Tomorrow is a holiday. So shops closed but I may not notice anything else.

I managed to get the motorhome refrigerator door sorted (It's Norcold, btw). It seems that the rubber edge on the side comes off, not the top/bottom. Re-installing it is a snap -- there's a pin that screws in; all I needed was a flat screwdriver less than an inch long.

So, how does the fireman get the irons into the firebox? They seem to be pointed in the wrong direction. Or does he have to wait until they stop in a station?

A family story: When my father was young one of his great-uncles had acquired the task of finishing off the consecrated wine at the end of the service. Dad was sitting beside his uncle Harry (who was a large man) and said "Watch the big swig Uncle Deacon takes." Uncle Harry came down with barely suppressed laughter and the whole pew shook. He thought that Aunt Edna (Harry's wife) had never forgiven him. She confirmed it. (Story of why he was Deacon next week) Date of story probably 1920s.

It's recessed and looks tucked in behind a lip on the side member. It might slide up but I can't remove the top piece. I will make a visit to the dealer this week.

Our predicted thunderstorm started just after I logged into ER; it's now bown itself out or away. I've been making rolling stock storage. Scrapbooking trays (clamshell types) that I've had for years with dividers made of foam core board. The early ones I made were from board about 1/4" thick; the latest are 3/16 and possibly 1/8". The trays are 13' square (roughly, and not square as there are indents in the sides. It makes it tricky to cut strips from sheets of 20"x30". And the final one was a different type and didn't like being cut with a knife. Motorhome refrigerator door: I'm supposed to take the decorative panel from the original door. But I can't see a way to get it apart -- I think it's kind of glued together.

Living near Toronto, which styles itself as the most multi-cultural city, we can hear radio ads for (say) Hilary's Apteka, Ceteri jedno sest devet College Street.

My school recollections, from about 60 years ago. Numbering like US K,1-8,9-13. K-8 was called Public School, 9-13 was High School or Collegiate. There was also "Separate" School which was (is) Catholic. We didn't know why, but we knew the Catholics weren't allowed in our schools. You could start Kindergarten the year you turned 5. As my birthday is just before Christmas, I was probably the youngest in my class. I finished Grade 13 at age 17. We called our years "Grade 8" rather than "Eighth grade". When my father was in school the high school years were referred to as forms. There was no ceremony for leaving public school. Teacher read the names of those who'd passed, made remarks about the top few. In high school there was a ceremony called Commencement in the fall. This was time of giving diplomas and awards. I don't remember a dance, but there were a few house parties. Grade 12 was graduation. Grade 13 was Honours graduation. 13 was supposed to be like a university preparatory year. The exams at the end were set by the provincial department of education, so called "Departmentals". These were marked anonymously by a central group of teachers during the summer to ensure a level standard based of a set course for each subject. Some years after that marking was done in the schools, then about 15 years ago Grade 13 was abolished. (That year university entrance was a "double cohort" as 2 years came in at once.) We didn't really have an end of school. It ended after your last exam and everyone might have a different last exam. I have a pile of booklets with the departmental exam papers for 20 or 30 years before 1964.

GdB: You're not in a care home yet.

My wife beieves that you can have 2 falls after entering a seniors/nursing home and then it's just a short time unil you're gone.

Chrisf: One of the single railroaders in our club has a telephone extension in his basement (where the trains are) mounted on the last stud of the stairs at a very low level. He says it gets snickers from visitors, but if he falls down there, it will be accessible to him.

A song from a favourite American singer/songwriter couple (William Bolcomb and Joan Morris) about American food. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tWuG2oPL3o Lime Jell-o Marshmallow Cottage Cheese Surprise.

SWMBO says it will wait until we have paid off the driveway and the motorhome refrigerator door. From the directions, I think the spring has to be installed and adjusted before the dishwasher goes into the cabinet.

Well, maybe New Jersey isn't part of New England. New Channel Island? I've never got a good answer to this: There is an American Far West and the Midwest. Is there a Near West? Small event here: something went bang in the dishwasher. The door is now much heavier to lift up. Tonight I found the end of a spring on the floor. Must get out the directions.

Isn't it in New England? (along with New Hampshire and New York?)

A question: Are Britons still using money? Most stores here no longer accept cash. The last time I used it and got change SWMBO made me soak it in alcohol (the stuff I use on to make glue seep into scenery).

There was a disparity in the weather forecasts in today's newspapers -- partyly cloudy or thunderstorm. While SWMBO was out shopping (for a third newspaper) we had a couple of inches of partly cloudy. The driveway men finally appeared today. They started just about 7:00 to accompany the Bang a Pot gang and were finished before 9:00. Interesting that they just stuck a pick or something under the tar and peeled it off in a sheet (well, sections of a sheet). The new stuff is still warm. I really enjoyed Coombe Barton's music selections today. Note: driveway times are P.M.

Is that the one that ends: If I find out you'll be in trouble. ?

I understand that this affected the name of the Christian deity. Hebrew had no vowels but later on marks were added. In reading the scriptures, Jews do not say the name of G-d but say "the name". The vowel marks added were for "the name" (I forget the Hebrew) to the consonants for YHWH. That combination led to Jehovah when the Latin translation was made.

We went shopping yesterday. When I got back to the car, I couldn't find my sunglasses; checked under the seat and all. Returned to the store and the fourth clerk looked at me and said "You're wearing them." They're magnetic clips and aren't as dark as some others. Returned to the car and told my wife. She hadn't seen them. Hot today and probably rest of week. One of our newspapers is predicting thunderstorms. A few moments spent muddling today -- repainted the end of a coach. A walk in the park this AM. Passed by Goosey Gander day care, where all the Canada Goslings are supervised.

The fellow modellers you come across in New York.

I've favoured an Egyptian flavoured layout called "Tooting Common".