July 1st– 2nd

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 22 degrees, Calgary 22 degrees, Mesa 42 degrees”

This Canada Day carried a noticeably different tone. There was a heightened sense of national pride — not loud or performative, but genuine and quietly confident. Even in Alberta, where separatist conversations have been simmering, it felt as though many people had paused, reconsidered, and concluded, “Actually, we’re quite fond of being part of Canada.”

I won’t wade into politics, but it’s hard not to observe that a few thoughtful gestures from the federal government would go a long way toward easing the current restlessness.

We were out the door by 7:30 a.m., heading south toward Lethbridge. Corey joined us for the trip, with Tor and Jackson already there from the day before. The drive was smooth and uneventful — the kind of easy morning highway run that feels almost meditative. If only they would raise teh speed limit on all highways.

Naturally, we made the obligatory stop at Tim Hortons. At this point, grabbing a Tim’s coffee on Canada Day feels less like a choice and more like a patriotic requirement.

Calgary’s forecast looked questionable, but Lethbridge delivered exactly what we hoped for: warm temperatures, clear skies, and that reliable southern Alberta sunshine that seems to arrive on command. And hopefully dry for a few days to dry out the girls backyard which is close to a lake.

Raymond was buzzing with activity. The town of roughly 4,000 residents swells to more than double its size for the parade and rodeo, and the atmosphere is remarkable. I’ve seen many parades over the years, but this one remains among my favourites.

Large city parades often feel over‑engineered — heavy on marching bands and horses, impressive but predictable. Raymond’s parade strikes a perfect balance. It offers a thoughtful mix of floats, families, local groups, horses, and a lineup of beautifully maintained classic cars that would make any enthusiast pause for a closer look. Even a 1969 Beaumont done up right just like Jackie used to own. The floats like the Creepy Hollows which had two were amazing.

And then there’s the candy. Raymond may very well be the unofficial candy‑distribution capital of Canada. Every parade entry seemed determined to ensure that no child left without enough sugar to fuel a small carnival ride. The streets were so thoroughly covered that at times it looked as though a confectionery truck had overturned.

Crowds lined both sides of the road for what felt like miles, creating an atmosphere that was lively, welcoming, and unmistakably community‑driven. It was, once again, one of the most enjoyable parades to watch — charming, energetic, and refreshingly authentic.

We had the perfect place to sit right at a corner and on the street to watch. It was long parade which was timed about right. Loved it.

Back to Jessica’s place for a sit down and then people were heading to a ‘cousin” of Penny’s. You need to understand Penny has 3999 cousins living in Raymond out of the 4000 people.

Not knowing many people — and faced with what I would politely classify as a less‑than‑inspiring lunch selection — I decided to stay behind and make progress on the irrigation system. When we built the “PLACE,” I had to relocate the control panel box, and we’d given Jess and Penny a four‑zone automatic timer as a gift. It seemed like an opportune moment to finally bring the whole setup into proper working order.

Corey and Jackie stayed with me. Corey jumped in to help, while Jackie took charge of lunch and prepared a round of burgers left over from the previous day. A simple meal, but unquestionably superior to the options I had declined.

The irrigation system, however, proved determined to challenge me. Parts were missing, fittings refused to line up, and every adjustment seemed to reveal a new complication. I made a quick trip to Home Hardware, only to discover they were closed — apparently Canada Day is not the preferred time for plumbing emergencies.

With no new supplies available, Corey and I continued working, adjusting what we could and coaxing the system into some semblance of cooperation. After wrestling with the existing layout, I’m increasingly convinced that converting the entire setup to PEX is the most sensible path forward. Its flexibility, combined with the ease of elbows, crimps, and clean alignment, would likely save a great deal of frustration in the long run.

We wrapped up the propane project with a tidy little improvement, shifting the BBQ line to a much safer spot. Drilling through the floor and rim board and fishing the line through felt like the kind of practical fix that should have been done from day one. At least now no one will be doing acrobatics over a hose just to get a burger.

After that, it was off to the Raymond Rodeo, which delivered exactly the kind of polished, well-run event small towns seem to specialize in. Every part of the program moved with crisp timing — bareback riding, bull riding, calf roping, bronc riding — each one sliding right into the next without a hiccup. The grounds were packed to the rafters, and finding seats felt like a competitive sport of its own, but we eventually managed to wedge ourselves in. Literally, but we had backs on our chairs and semi shaded so big win.

I should also acknowledge that my so‑called lucky charm made another appearance. Admission was twenty‑five dollars per adult, kids free. I stepped up to the booth, said “three adults and one kid,” and the two ladies looked at each other, smiled, and quietly said, “Three for the price of one,” complete with the universal “shhh” gesture. I’m not sure what force I tapped into, but I’m certainly not arguing with a fifty‑dollar savings. Sometimes it pays to simply show up with a friendly face.

We stayed right to the end of the rodeo, and it truly was a pleasure to watch. The events ran smoothly, the timing was sharp, and the whole production had that polished, small‑town confidence that makes you think they’ve been doing this for a hundred years. It is Alberta’s oldest rodeo. I did stretch the truth a little when I said it was “exceptionally well organized,” because the moment the show ended, the parking lot transformed into a slow‑moving sculpture of headlights and impatience. A couple of officers directing traffic would have turned the half‑hour shuffle into something civilized, but instead we all crept along at the pace of a polite cattle drive. Fortunately, the weather was pleasant, and no one seemed in a hurry to get anywhere.

We headed back to Jessica’s place to regroup and consider the rest of the evening. They still had a wrestling match and fireworks lined up, but with my early men’s league and Jackie working in the morning, we decided to make a graceful exit before the next wave of excitement rolled in.

Jackie and Jess settled into a quiet game of crib, and that’s when the evening took an unexpected turn. It was as if someone opened the gates at a concert — people began streaming through the door one after another. No knocking, no hesitation, just straight in like it was a public lobby. I’d estimate sixteen or more showed up, half of them “cousins,” none of them expected. This kind of spontaneous social parade would drive me absolutely nuts, but the girls seemed perfectly content with the revolving‑door hospitality. Small towns operate on a different rhythm, and apparently the rhythm is: if the door isn’t locked, it’s an invitation.

A good drive home and surprisingly Daisy who we know was extremely exhausted did not fall asleep. A whack of bugs on the windshield.

I try to keep a positive outlook, but this year’s weather is making that a full‑time job. Once again, we were out on the course getting soaked — not the refreshing kind of rain, but the steady, morale‑dampening variety that makes you wonder if golf should come with hazard pay.

And while I’d love to pin my score entirely on the weather, Turner Valley refuses to let me off that easily. The fairways sit exactly at my driving distance, narrow as a small cave. There are no friendly bail‑outs, no gentle rough, no “we’ll let you stay in play this time.” One foot off the fairway and you’re in underbrush dense enough to qualify as protected habitat. It’s a beautiful course, and I’m beginning to suspect it enjoys watching me struggle.

I absolutely love it — the scenery, the challenge, the layout — and at the same time, I’m developing a refined, professional level of disdain for anything that pushes me into the plus‑90 range. It feels like the course and I have entered into a polite rivalry: it keeps beating me, and I keep showing up anyway.

I am going to try a test with Jackie next week. No music, no competition with the guys and see what happens. I can’t figure it out. What amazes me is my entire group this year is struggling. One player in the high 80’s only and the rest of us struggling to stay below 100.

Thought of the Day

My golf scores lately have been looking like a telephone number except for no calls

July 3rd

“MERCURY FORECAST SUMMER !!!!“

Finally a couple of nice days weatherwise ahead for the Stampede. I hope they break the attendance record this year.

The Calgary Stampede kicked off today — the biggest outdoor show on Earth and the only place where it’s socially acceptable to wear cowboy boots to a board meeting and eat pancakes in a parking lot before 8 a.m.

I’ve always loved how completely the city embraces Stampede. Calgary doesn’t simply host an event; it undergoes a full cultural transformation. Corporations practically shut down, shifting from quarterly reports to a two‑week marathon of client schmoozing, brisket diplomacy, and strategic networking conducted over paper plates and burgers or brisket.

Edmonton has struggled with their identity and theme for years. Klondike Days used to be great , a name change and misguided theme change and it is basically just the midway left. I remember years where most of downtown dressed up their store fronts, everyone wore Klondike clothes and bales of hay piled everywhere. That is completely gone!

Here in Calgary every single day, you can find a free pancake breakfast or BBQ lunch somewhere in the city. It’s like a civic scavenger hunt, except the prize is carbs and questionable coffee served by someone wearing a bolo tie for the first time since last year’s Stampede.

Executives flip pancakes, interns hand out syrup, and everyone pretends this is a normal way to conduct business. And honestly? It works. Deals get made faster when everyone’s wearing denim.

Stampede fashion is a spectacle all on its own.

• Cowboy hats multiply like prairie dogs.
• Boots appear on people who have never been within 50 feet of a horse.
• Tight Levi’s on cowboys become a citywide appreciation sport.
• Cowgirls in denim shorts and crop tops turn every sidewalk into a runway.

It’s the one time of year when Calgary collectively agrees that Western wear is not only acceptable — it’s mandatory.

Stampede isn’t just an event; it’s a feeling. The city comes alive. Strangers chat like old friends. The energy is warm, loud, and unmistakably Calgary. Stampede is about nostalgia, community, and celebration rolled into one — with a side of BBQ sauce.

I had a rep from Weiser that called on us. Ron loved Stampede and would dress up every year. He was one of those guys whose head was just too big for a cowboy hat. He loved his bandana and we had a lot of fun together going to different Stampede events. I literally had a customer event to go to every day. Regal Building used to have at least a 1000 people, Double R had a large one also, Jayman head office had a huge one, Frank Sisson’s was a monster one, CP Dist had a huge one plus many many more.

Here is a CBC news article that tells the story of what happens at Stampede

Calgary Stampede parties leads to STIs, unwanted pregnancies

Having said that to be young it would be a wonderful fun time to party for 10 straight days..

The day started with the parade, and Calgary delivered its usual spectacle. The official estimate claimed 300,000 spectators, though judging by the sea of people, someone must have been counting with their eyes half‑closed. Caroline hosting for Global was a smart move; she fits the Stampede spirit naturally. Jeff from the Morning Show, bless him, couldn’t pull off a cowboy look even if you handed him a hat, boots, and a horse that promised not to buck. Lesley, as always, threw herself into the festivities with the enthusiasm of someone who’s been waiting all year for this exact moment.

On the political front, even Carney — whose views and background don’t exactly make me want to send him a Christmas card — has been doing some solid things lately. The pipeline, despite taking the scenic route, looks like it might finally be moving forward. Add in the new gas plant announcement and the ideas Danielle Smith keeps tossing onto the table, and maybe people will start giving her a break. She’s shaping up to be the strongest Premier since Ralph. Education is getting funding, health care is being torn down and rebuilt, and Alberta seems to be in one of those “good things are happening, but patience required” phases.

The real highlight of the day was golf at McKenzie with Jeff & Wendy — the first truly beautiful day of summer. Jackie and I arrived early, as we always do. I like a solid half-hour buffer to loosen up, hit a few balls, and avoid the frantic “Where’s my glove?” scramble. Jeff & Wendy, on the other hand, treat tee times like polite suggestions. At Speargrass last time, the starter had to call them to the tee box like a parent calling kids in for dinner.

Today brought a small hiccup. Jackie and I were waiting at the tee box while the Graces were still at the driving range. The starter, clearly having a day, barked at them to get moving. They arrived right on time but weren’t thrilled with the tone. A few sharp jabs were exchanged, but once the first ball was struck, the tension evaporated faster than a puddle in July. And we have plenty of puddles this year.

The golf itself was outstanding. The course was immaculate, the weather was perfect, and everyone played well. Jeff had some excellent drives and strong second shots — just a few scoring hiccups. Wendy’s hip behaved, her drives were long, and her cataract jokes practically wrote themselves. While searching for a ball, she asked, “What colour was it?” Half blind and colour blind — a golfer’s dream combination. When they left, they climbed into their Cataract — sorry, Cadillac — and headed home.

Jackie played beautifully, especially around the greens. Her chipping was so good it deserved applause, and she drained a 40-foot putt that made the rest of us consider retirement from golf or lessons. I finished with an 83, but it should have been far lower. I missed at least eight birdie putts from 4–5 feet. At this point, I’m considering hiring a putting coach or an exorcist. How can one sink more putts ?

We wrapped up on the patio with cold beer and fish & chips — the Friday special. The fish was enormous and delicious, and Jackie’s chicken salad rounded out the table.

Great friends, great food, great golf, great weather. Life is good.

Thought of the Day

Did you know that most boomers have Cataracts. The rest drive Lincolns.

July 4th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 22 degrees, Calgary 26 degrees, Mesa 40 degrees”

Summer finally strolling into Calgary like it owns the place feels pretty good — a whole week hovering around that perfect 24‑degree mark. Warm enough to enjoy, cool enough that you don’t melt into your lawn chair. Of course, with the heat and all that moisture, the big storms are lining up like they’ve been waiting their turn. Alberta weather loves drama.

May the 4th adds a little fun, and the U.S. hitting 250 years old means they’ll be celebrating with their usual subtlety — which is to say, fireworks visible from space.

Canada vs. Morocco should be a great match, the kind you watch with a cold drink and a bit of patriotic optimism. They are the better team but we have great hope of a win and a positive outlook. Turns our we just didn’t make it. We played awesome and in the first half should have had a few goals but bad luck and a good goalie stopped us in our tracks. Too bad as it was fun to watch.

As for keeping a positive attitude, I’ve always believed it’s one of the most underrated life skills. You see people lose their minds over the smallest things — especially on the road. Someone gets cut off and suddenly they’re auditioning for a role in an action movie, yelling, gesturing, blaming the universe. Meanwhile, the person who cut them off might be rushing to the hospital, dealing with a crying kid, or simply trying to find a bathroom before disaster strikes.

Giving people the benefit of the doubt isn’t about being naïve — it’s about protecting your own peace. You choose not to let a stranger’s driving ruin your day. You choose not to carry stress that doesn’t belong to you. And honestly, life gets a lot lighter when you stop assuming everyone is out to get you. Most folks are just trying to get through their day without making it worse.

It’s a simple philosophy, but it keeps your mind clear, your mood steady, and your blood pressure in the “doctor-approved” zone. A little humor, a little grace, and a whole lot of positive intent — that’s how you stay sane in a world full of brake lights and thunderstorms.

The day unfolded with the kind of effortless chaos that only the Stampede can inspire. Jess and Corey headed off to their supplier‑sponsored event—free food, free entry, free drinks, and barn access, which is basically the Stampede equivalent of winning the lottery. Jackson and his friend Minimum (legally named Max, but gravity has clearly been kinder to the rest of us) were bound for the A$AP Rocky concert at the Saddledome. With Tor working and Cor unavailable, Jackie and I collected Atti, August, Jackson, and the compactly‑named Minimum and made our way to the grounds.

Luck was on our side: the place was practically empty. Faced with the question of what to do with two energetic boys, we made a group decision —the new Minion movie.

Dinner before the show proved overly ambitious, so we surrendered to theatre dining. To our surprise, the food was legitimately good. Poutines and chicken sandwiches all around, and August polished off his large poutine in what can only be described as Larry time—swift, efficient, and slightly alarming.

I had booked the D‑BOX UltraAVX experience, while Jackie was still negotiating with the kiosk, I made the executive call. A very good call. The massive reclining leather seats, the 3D glasses, and the motion‑synced chairs turned the movie into a full‑body event. The first rumble caught us off guard in the best way. Every time a monster stomped, our chairs shook like they were filing a complaint. The kids were thrilled. I was thrilled. Even the Minions’ indecipherable language felt more understandable when your seat was vibrating in agreement.

Would this setup be incredible during a Mission Impossible film? Absolutely. But even for Minions, it was worth every extra dollar—especially since we only go to movies sporadically. Value versus cost landed firmly in the “yes” column.

On the way out, I grabbed a layered buttered popcorn to take home, because some traditions are sacred.

We swung by Tor’s place around 9:30 p.m. as she finished her shift. She was heading to bed early, and we assumed the boys would quietly settle in. Atti, however, declared that staying without an awake adult was unacceptable. Kids have rules; we just live by them. With Jess and Jackson out until at least midnight, we brought the boys back to our place. Plans changing on a dime.

They were fantastic—air mattresses set up, Daisy delighted by the extra company, and the house full of that easy, contented energy that comes from a day well spent at the movies.

Thought of the Day

Parenting in 2026 means negotiating with a 6-year-old over iPad time like a UN diplomat. Negotiating in todays world means never saying NO or you cant have or do !

July 5th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 18 degrees, Calgary 14 degrees, Mesa 40 degrees”

The day brought its usual mix of rain and scattered hail across Calgary, though fortunately none of it reached us directly other than the sprinkle. Due to the unsettled weather, we gathered at Audrey’s home to celebrate her 88th birthday. The house was full, with Atticus, August, Jessica, MaryAnn, Alan, Corey, Jackson, Kristen, Sheldon, Silas, and Emery all joining in to mark the occasion.

Jackie put an impressive amount of care into the meal, preparing ham and cheese sandwiches alongside egg salad sandwiches, complemented by a generous selection of side dishes. It made for an excellent and thoughtfully prepared spread that everyone enjoyed.

The boys were all amazing when you consider they were stuck in the house all day. It was a lot of fun listening to everyone’s stories, and watching the boys play. It was awesome that everyone was able to stay a quite late into the evening which resulted in pizza being brought in for supper.

Audrey received some thoughtful gifts, and the evening carried a pleasant sense of coincidence with Erin celebrating her birthday on the very same date.

When the pizza was on its way, I slipped home briefly to bring Daisy over so she could join in the fun. After two long days on her own — with another one still ahead — it felt right to let her be part of the activity and enjoy everyone’s company.

Overall, it was a warm, easygoing get‑together filled with good conversation, shared moments, and a comfortable sense of togetherness with great food.

Thought of the Day

Age is just a number and Audrey keeps hers unlisted

July 6th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 23 degrees, Calgary 21 degrees, Mesa 41 degrees”

We may be out of our cycle of storms It is looking like a nice week ahead. FINALLY!

First thing this morning, I headed to Shoppers Drug Mart. One of the genuinely effective moves by the UCP has been empowering pharmacists to prescribe certain medications. It’s efficient, practical, and today it meant I was in and out in five minutes with the gout medication I rely on. I’d forgotten my bottle in Arizona, and I always keep these on hand for those “just‑in‑case” moments. Now, if only pharmacists were permitted to prescribe blood‑pressure medication as well.

Tomorrow, I return to the far less streamlined side of our healthcare system: the ritual of sitting in the parking lot waiting for the phone call to enter the doctor’s office, slipping booties over my shoes, putting on a fresh mask, and speaking with a doctor dressed as though we’re on a hazmat job site. It’s a process I’ve come to tolerate, but certainly not enjoy.

On a brighter note, I used my gift card from Tor & Cor today to replenish my golf ball supply — much appreciated. There was a solid promotion: a two‑for‑one deal on Taylormade Softspeed balls. I’m hoping they perform well on the course.

There has also been a steady stream of encouraging news for Alberta lately. Premier Smith has been delivering results. A pipeline project to the BC coast appears to be moving forward — a significant win for the province. And today, Ford and Smith announced another major development: a proposed pipeline from Hardisty, Alberta to Sarnia, Ontario. Routing it entirely through Canadian territory, avoiding U.S. soil, gives us secure access to refining capacity and tidewater. The Hudson Bay corridor remains under discussion as well.

I couldn’t help but smile when Ford emphasized that the project would use Canadian steel exclusively. It’s the right approach and clearly influenced by policies we’ve seen adopted elsewhere. Between the CUSMA trade agreement, Trump’s current direction, and the tariff environment, I believe Canada is being pushed toward long‑overdue diversification. The auto and lumber sectors may face short‑term challenges as adjustments are made, but I’m optimistic that we will emerge stronger. There are many positive developments unfolding, and it’s refreshing to see momentum building.

Carney has been good at not going with the status quo and looking alternate suppliers for subs, planes etc.

Always interesting how a negative can become so positive.

I smiled today as I had the left over sandwiches from yesterday. Brown bread not the good tasting white bread sandwiches were left over. LOL

The FIFI President made a huge error in succumbing to pressure by the host country to reinstate a removed player. It is not right what so ever.

Our Stampede outing began with a logistical puzzle: too many people for one vehicle and too much enthusiasm to leave anyone behind. We solved it by rendezvousing at Tor’s place, forming a convoy, and taking our tried‑and‑true back route via Blackfoot Trail. Parking in the City Electrical yard remains one of life’s small victories — twenty dollars, a ten‑minute stroll to the gates, and a blissfully traffic‑free exit. A seasoned Stampede strategy.

Our lineup for the evening was : Victoria, Corey, Jackson and his friend Mike, Jessica, Atticus, August, Jackie, and me. A full family delegation, ready for action.

We arrived around 5 p.m., giving us ample time to forage for dinner before heading to the grandstands. The kids weren’t doing rides until tomorrow, so we were spared the usual ticket negotiations. Finding “normal” food, however, was a quest. The kids quickly secured corn dogs, while we eventually located a burger stand with reasonable prices and surprisingly good burgers. Naturally, moments after sitting down, two fellows wandered past carrying a foam container overflowing with ribs, brisket, beans, and coleslaw — the kind of meal that makes you question every decision you’ve made up to that point. We were jealous.

Our Stampede girls, grandkids enjoying the Stampede, Jessica resting in the shade and the boys all set for lift off.

The grounds were packed and warm, dominated by a younger crowd. Judging by the fashion choices, there must have been a Victoria’s Secret clearance event recently — more push‑up bras than peas in a pod. The youth have embraced a bold approach to clothing, or the absence thereof.

As the evening progressed, I was grateful for the light coat I’d brought. The wind picked up, adding a touch of chill that separated the prepared from the optimistic. A few of our group only had shirts.

The chuckwagon races and the Indian Relay remain highlights, though this year the pacing felt a bit off — longer gaps between events than usual. Still, the energy was there.

I chatted with a couple from England seated in front of us. Lovely people, though when I mentioned Jackie was from Stockton‑on‑Tees, they responded with a dignified “We are Londoners,” as if clarifying their membership in a more exclusive club. Regardless, he was thoroughly engaged — clapping, cheering, and clearly delighted by the spectacle. They were spending a couple of weeks in town and seemed determined to enjoy every minute.

The grandstand show was outstanding: high energy, polished performances, and a wide variety of acts. The Young Canadians, cloggers from Dublin, aerialists, gymnasts, singers — and the main act, Happy Valley, who delivered a fantastic set. The drone show was mesmerizing, and the fireworks were nothing short of spectacular.

Jessica and Corey both returned from their drink runs with a beer for me. A touching moment of synchronicity as each did not know what the other was doing.

We even spotted Justin, Danielle’s husband we believe, with his work crew. He didn’t hear us calling — or pretended not to. Dressed head‑to‑toe in company colors, he’d even added a jacket in 24‑degree weather to avoid looking like part of a matching set of triplets. Commitment to camouflage.

The kids were enthralled. They went right up to the stage, soaking in every moment. Atticus’ favorite act was the performer spinning endlessly, suspended only by her hair — a feat that made my scalp tingle just watching.

Food tally for the evening: burgers, fries, pop, corn dogs, popcorn, mini doughnuts, beer, lemonade — the full Stampede culinary experience.

Thought of the Day

Going to the fair is like life — full of ups, downs, and the occasional overpriced corn dog.

July 7th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 24 degrees, Calgary 26 degrees, Mesa 41 degrees”

Summer is here and i love it. We have a week or more of excellent temperatures hitting that 26 degrees plus each day. One could say almost perfect weather.

I whipped out to the lot and spent all day there working. It is looking pretty good and my lawn has come back excellent but I think I will buy one piece of sod and patch the odd weak patch.

I helped my neighbor fix up the grey water drain line. Luckily I had a gear clamp in my tool box as my irrigation system parts are in the Flex.

The normal things to do like cutting the lawn, trimming the trees, pinching off the plants and organizing. Sprayed for weeds then I sanded and re stained my one planter box. So nice to work outside in warm weather with no mosquitos. It was an enjoyable day.

I had to rush home as I had a doctors appointment at 5 pm.

Way to wreck a day.

I have gone from loving my doctor which we have had for 35 years to liking her, to questioning her, to just about walking out today. It was very close

In fact after our conversation she took my blood pressure and it was 159/95. Lets take the reading after talking for 30 minutes and lecturing and being condescending.. It took all I have not to walk out or blow up. I got what I wanted which is enough blood pressure pills to last until December when we come back from Arizona so I am happy about that.

I am sick and tired of my doctor pushing pills. She does not look at anything except wanting to prescribe more pills. Never the root cause. Never a natural alternative .Never a investigation into what could be.

We have had heated conversations in the past about her insistence of taking this poison she calls Statins.

I won’t go into this subject right now very much, but I want anyone that reads this to take a look at any relative, friend, known acquaintance that has dementia or died and find out if they took a statin. Do your own research. We may not have the knowledge of a doctor but trust me a doctor’s knowledge comes from literature, seminars, schooling, sales presentations, etc that all can be subject to manipulation and ideology that is based on profitability and not necessarily for the good of the patient.

My doctor is afraid of a peer review of why a patient was not on statins and why they aren’t.

My Dad and Mom, one died at 89 years old and one at 93 years old both were pressured on Statins and refused to take them. Would have they lived to 100 years old, who knows but they both died with no mental impairment. To be alive and have dementia is not really alive.

Have I discovered the holy grail that says with certainty that Statins cause dementia ? Not even close. Has dementia increased in the last 2 decades? Yes ! . ( Someone in the world develops dementia every 3 seconds right now, 55 million have dementia today with expectation of 178 million by 2050)

Is heart disease still the number 1 death cause ? Yes and has not changed since statins were introduced in 1987 . The reason and kind has changed but still number 1.

I am sure everyone has been preached the risks when discussion is involved around statins. Two terms used are relative and absolute risk.

For example using made up numbers. Imagine your chance of dying from a certain condition prematurely is 0.2%, and there’s a drug that reduces your chance of dying to 0.1%.

In relative terms (relative risk reduction), your chance of dying has been halved, or reduced by 50%. But in absolute terms (absolute risk reduction), your chance of dying has only gone down by 0.1%.
 
Although there is a 50% relative risk reduction, is it a meaningful difference? Would it be worthwhile taking this drug, particularly if there are side-effects associated with it? Absolute risk reduction presents a clearer picture and makes it easier for people to make informed decisions.

It baffles me how doctors have played along and why ?

Thought of the Day

I am not a conspiracy person but big pharma has exploited fear on Statins like never before.

July 8th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 23 degrees, Calgary 26 degrees, Mesa 44 degrees”

Three different places all with perfect summer weather.

The day started with getting everything organized for the upcoming Lethbridge weekend, which of course meant a trip to Home Depot. What should have been a simple supply run for Jessica’s irrigation system quickly turned into a full‑scale redesign. Halfway through, I had to abandon the original plan and move everything over to 3/4″ PEX. Bigger than needed, more expensive than wanted, but the only way to make the system cooperate.

I ended up pairing 3/4″ poly to PEX fittings with brass connectors — pricey, yes, but they’ll last forever if the system is blown out properly. Luckily, Corey had a PEX crimper, saving me from buying yet another specialized tool. After an hour of digging through bins and shelves, I left with a bag full of parts and a plan that should finally make winter timer removal a painless job. I’ll know for sure after the weekend assembly.

A leaking milk carton sent me to Sobeys next, a quick exchange that turned into a pleasant surprise. I ran into Brett Hanna from Regal Building Supplies — one of the earliest employees Roger hired and brother to Barry, one of the original owners. Brett has always been a calm, smart, reasonable guy, and seeing him again was genuinely nice. With so many long‑time staff retired, I hardly recognize anyone at Regal anymore. Time moves on, whether we approve or not.

Later, Victoria invited us over on her day off, and we enjoyed the rarest of gifts: a warm summer day without a storm. Sitting outside in the sunshine felt like a small celebration in itself. Then Victoria served a supper that could have been featured on a cooking show — three kinds of ribs, roasted potatoes, Caesar salad, and garlic bread. Absolutely delicious.

We finished the evening with crib games outside, Jackie and I facing off against Victoria and Jessica. The unimaginable happened: we lost. Jess was pulling hands that defied mathematics, Victoria tossed in a few well‑timed winners, and I seemed to specialize in hands worth two points or less. Not my finest performance. Still, I suppose losing once in a while helps build confidence in the kids. That’s my official story, and I’m sticking to it.

Even the dogs enjoyed the shade in the warmth. Aunt Daisy with her cousin Hazel keeping a lookout for some activity.

A full, fun, and memorable day — the kind that reminds me how lucky I am to have these people and these moments.

We just discovered Michael who was Audrey’s ex-husband has passed away. Here is another man a way to young to die. We are not sure of the exact reason but he was living in a specialized dementia care center.

Michael was a remarkably intelligent individual with a distinctive sense of humor and a touch of quirkiness. His aptitude for facts and history was exceptional, and his enthusiasm for geology reflected a genuine curiosity about the world around him.

He was also highly active, finding joy in cycling the local pathways and demonstrating strong skill and confidence in the water as an excellent swimmer.

He was exceptional at getting Audrey active as they biked miles and miles in Fish Creek on a tandem bike. He had Audrey sailing on Kootenay Lake and hiking up paths she never dreamed she could handle.

His passing comes far too soon.

Thought of the Day

Some are bound to die young. By dying young they remain young in people’s memories.

July 9th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 23 degrees, Calgary 27 degrees. Mesa 44 degrees”

I am loving this summer weather. It took a long time coming but what a nice stretch now coming up for us.

Today was my Men’s league at Turner Valley. As you know this course has been beating me up. Narrow fairways, smaller greens and very undulating greens.

Today was a great test. My playing partner loves his music on the course. I hate it but tolerate it. So as he was not playing today lets see if a difference. Why anyone wants to wreck the peace and quiet on a country golf course is beyond me. Today it was fabulous not having music on.

I golfed the best I have done this year at Turner Valley today. So many great opportunities to have a awesome score. BUT and there is always a but. I had 6 holes where I three putted. That costs 6 strokes or more right there. The greens here are tricky.

I finished in third place in my flight, had a deuce, 2 net snips, and 1 gross snip. I have to wait for the google sheets to update but it should be around $50 I hope.

It feels so good to golf well. Was it due to the quiet and ability to concentrate on golf instead of having music playing. I say yes it made a difference.

The weather was spectacular, the golfing was great and my partners were a lot of fun. And it was enjoyable to listen to birds instead of music.

Thought of the Day

What is a golfers favorite type of music ? Swing

July 10th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 25 degrees, Calgary 27 degrees, Mesa 42 degrees”

Summer finally decided to show up again, and it arrived in style: warm sunshine, a polite breeze, and the kind of temperature that makes you wonder why anyone ever complains about weather at all. Doesn’t matter if cold or hot people complain.

Jackie spent the morning catching up on a few things, though Daisy had her own interpretation of “routine.” After a later-than-planned second walk around the block, Daisy finally achieved her personal mission for the day.

With the heat creeping up, we decided Daisy would be better off staying with Audrey overnight while we head to Raymond for August’s birthday. My only lingering concern is whether Audrey’s house will stay cool enough — Daisy prefers her climate controlled.

I’m looking forward to the Laser Tag event tomorrow, and I’m hoping to wrap up the irrigation project while I’m there. It’s one of those plans that should come together, provided the universe cooperates for once.

Jeff and Wendy arrived at Mackenzie Golf Course right on time, which made the first tee feel civilized instead of frantic. The course was busy, but the waits didn’t feel long — good company and perfect weather tend to fix that.

Golf itself was a mixed bag: a few great shots, a handful of good ones, and a couple that should probably be reported to course management. Wendy was absolutely launching her drives after switching back to her driver — full‑on highlight‑reel material. Jeff had some excellent drives too, though a few other shots staged a quiet rebellion. Jackie put together a surprisingly strong round; when she said her score, I had to double‑check she wasn’t joking.

As for me, I wasn’t thrilled with my game. I skipped the pain and muscle relaxant pills, and my back made sure I regretted that decision on every swing. Golf is a funny game — fun even when it’s not, and not even when it is.

We wrapped up with a great supper in the clubhouse, choosing the air‑conditioning over the patio. The menu was unusually eclectic: ginger beef, flatbread pizza, spinach salad with chicken, and a classic steak sandwich. It felt like the chef spun a wheel and committed to whatever it landed on.

We opened an estate bank account for Mom and about two weeks later deposited the minimum amount to not have a monthly service charge. Thanks to automation we were charged the $12 to have the account in the bank. I emailed our contact which has been awesome to deal the last decade. Now years ago someone in the branch would understand what we were doing and would not have implemented the charge. Today not so much. My guy once again was awesome and reversed the charges. Banks and their charges are getting out of hand.

Thought of the Day

Bank failures are caused by not enough people opening new accounts and making deposits to cover the banks bad loans.

July 11th-12th

SUMMER TEMP ARE HERE !

Two perfect summer days — the kind that land right in the Goldilocks zone of weather — set the tone for a full‑tilt adventure to Lethbridge. We headed out early, sun already promising good things. First stop was picking up Jackson, Corey, and Hazel. With Tor working and our plans stretching into a 12‑to‑14‑hour marathon, Hazel was the obvious addition. She’s so calm and good you never know she was in the car until you start to clean and vacuum.

My mission for the day was twofold. First, to finish the irrigation system for the girls — the latest chapter in the ongoing saga of Larry vs. Lethbridge Irrigation. Corey and I were elbows‑deep in fittings and lines by 10 a.m., and by 1 p.m. we had the whole system mapped, measured, and ready for action. I even put together a plan‑a‑gram with full PEX schematics, because nothing says “I love you” like a water distribution system engineered to municipal standards.

Then disaster struck. The first three parts we needed were mislabeled so badly they might as well have been from a different department entirely. What followed was a series of improvised workarounds, a dash to Home Hardware, and enough problem‑solving to qualify us for honorary engineering certificates. We came close — painfully close — to testing the system, but time ran out. August’s birthday celebration was calling.

Laser Tag in Lethbridge was the main event, and the air conditioning alone deserved applause. Eleven of us suited up and headed into battle. Something was off immediately: Jackson, Maverick, and August were racking up hits like seasoned professionals, while Corey, Jackie, and I struggled to get on the board. At one point, I was being eliminated from across the room while standing ten feet from someone I couldn’t seem to hit. The scope crosshairs and the actual shot placement were so misaligned that I’m convinced our equipment was defective — possibly intentionally.

The clerk even suggested Jackie and I “sit out” the final game, as though we had reached the age where Laser Tag becomes a spectator sport. Indignant, we ran harder than ever. The results did not improve. Only the second time in my life where someone assumed elderly. A dog knocked me down in the dog park and people were running around like crazy. I jumped up !!

The kids had a blast, we had a blast and the post‑game pizza and pops were perfect.

Back in Raymond, Corey and I resumed our irrigation mission. We fixed the supply line leaks — courtesy of a subpar garden hose — only to discover a new leak at the timer inlet. The culprit: cheap plastic. The kind of plastic that confirms every stereotype about cheap plastic. No amount of tightening or persuasion could convince it to behave. It will be replaced with brass, as nature intended. We adjusted the new sprinkler head (Jessica will need to watch her step — it sits about half an inch higher), then called it quits. A sweet birthday cake and a very spoiled August rounded out the evening. His new gaming setup — tower, monitor, keyboard — ensures he may never leave his room again.

Today was another beautiful day at the lot. Jackie washed windows and cleaned the Saloon, while I cut the lawn, trimmed edges, and tended the flowers. The neighbor’s lot was looking neglected, so I trimmed weeds and removed shooters there as well. I would have sprayed, but Roundup is priced like a luxury import.

Then came the awning incident. A strong wind came up so I lifted the baggage compartment where we have outside controls , and the exterior door snapped off. The last repair was $1,000, so I’m bracing for a repeat. With a BC trip in two weeks, we may be traveling with one door missing — a look I’ll call “rustic aerodynamic.”

We ended the day with a fantastic supper: pork loin roast, roasted potatoes and carrots, and a deluxe salad. A meal worthy of redemption.

It was a weekend filled with sunshine, family, and fun — but also one marked by frustration and disappointment. That’s rare for me, and it hit harder than expected. I’ll need a bit of recovery time to shake off the setbacks. Three EPIC FAILS in one weekend is unheard of. Failed at the irrigation system, failed at winning Laser and door hinge failure.

Wordle in three helped.

Thought of the Day

I can honestly say that I grandkids quickly teach you that the best moments can be the messiest.

July 13th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 24 degrees, Calgary 28 degrees, Mesa 40 degrees”

Glorious is the only word that fits the weather—Mother Nature finally stopped hazing us and handed out a reward for good behavior. And naturally, on the one day with no calendar entries, life decided to run a full marathon.

The day began with returns at Canadian Tire, where I walked in armed with nothing but optimism and a defective timer. No receipt, no proof, just hope. The giant NO RECEIPT, NO RETURN sign behind the clerk didn’t exactly inspire confidence, but I explained my situation anyway. She asked about Triangle Rewards—Jackie has it, I don’t—and called her manager. After a few rounds of negotiation worthy of a trade agreement, they agreed to an exchange. I didn’t want an exchange. Then they offered a credit to my card. I had a brand‑new card. Another huddle, another compromise, and suddenly I could use the dollar amount toward anything in the store.

As I’m talking, a guy behind me points at my timer and asks, “Leaking?” He’s on his third one. That’s when I knew I wasn’t crazy. Jackie and I couldn’t think of anything at the same price, so the manager agreed to let me apply the credit toward a larger purchase. I walked out with a Ninja Dual Air Fryer at a price that felt like I’d won a small lottery.

It reinforced a lesson I learned years ago: honey works. Always attracts more flies than vinegar. Be polite, understand their perspective, and sprinkle in a little loyalty. They didn’t have to help me, but they did—and both sides walked away happy. They’ll send the defective unit back for a full refund, and they gained a bigger sale. I spent more, but I’m thrilled.

Home Depot was uneventful—receipt in hand, transaction smooth. I’m certain the mislabeled inventory will remain mislabeled until the end of time, but that’s not my battle. The ladies English wasn’t up to understanding what I was saying.

Back home, I ordered Jessica a new timer. Yes, Chinese again—because that’s all anyone sells. This one has brass fittings and great reviews, so fingers crossed. Then I ordered new sandals for our BC trip. My $50 Chinese sandals last anywhere from one to three years, and at that price I can buy several pairs for what one Sass or Birkenstock costs. In fact I can buy 5 pairs. Fashion trends have never dictated my life, and I remain blissfully unbothered. My first “BRAND” name anything was a pair of NIke runners I bought in Vegas when I was maybe 30 yrs old. Even today I am not a brand guy as it is all marketing and a waste of money.

Next came the RV door saga. I emailed Guarantee RV, hoping for an appointment before our trip. Enter Hayley—an absolute gem. I sent photos, part numbers, and even offered to prepay. After a few emails, she had the hinge in stock and booked me in first thing in the morning. She didn’t want me driving without a door or missing our wedding plans. That level of service is rare enough to be considered an endangered in todays world. Hayley went away and above my expectation and i am very grateful.

So not a easy thing to do so quickly but I rushed out to Oasis. Then came the motorhome prep: sunscreens off, tire covers off, grey water dumped, sewer dumped, water disconnected, surge protector removed, electrical cord stored, levelers retracted, yard tidied, vehicles shuffled like a parking‑lot chess match as the neighbors are now parking in front of our lot. And of course, backing up a full block to hook up the Jeep because the trees are not cut back like they are supposed to.

It was filthy, so I searched for a truck wash. The first place lied—their “truck wash” meant pickup trucks. The second was a proper big‑rig wash, brand new and easy to use. Fifty dollars later, the RV gleamed or so I thought, But when at home it still looked a bit dirty and that was with a foam brush.

After washing I stepped inside and noticed grease on my sandals. Then on my hands. Then legs. Then arms. Somehow the hoses had coated me like I’d wrestled an oil‑soaked octopus. Jackie met me outside and tackled the cleanup. I showered for 45 minutes, scrubbing with everything short of steel wool. My beloved 15‑year‑old Viewpoint shirt may not survive the ordeal. My favorite shirt of all time. I have hopes Jackie can rescue it.

By the time I finished the shutdown, the wash, and the de‑greasing, I was done. I was a little tired. Air‑fried leftovers, legs up, eyes closed.

Today is Jessica and Penny’s anniversary. It is their 13th anniversary. Time foes by fast.

Happy Anniversary, you two. Thirteen years — and what a journey it’s been. When most couples talk about “building a life together,” they don’t usually mean *literally* building, renovating, landscaping, plumbing, and occasionally hauling furniture up a rooftop staircase designed by someone with a questionable sense of humour. Yet here we are.

Five moves in thirteen years is impressive or nuts on its own, but each home came with its own personality and… challenges. The rooftop apartment with the narrow staircase (a cardio workout disguised as living space). The downtown house that transformed beautifully with new doors, shutters, flooring, a bathroom reno, backyard landscaping, and the sump‑pump/basement rescue mission. Then BlackWolf — a full basement development complete with a salon, fencing projects, a magazine‑worthy pergola, and a deck to match. And now Raymond: the irrigation system that refused to participate, the cook shack, the She Shed, and the great sod‑laying marathon. Every place you’ve lived has ended up looking fantastic after your touch.

All of this while raising two wonderful boys and navigating everything that comes with that adventure.

Your wedding day was unforgettable — unique, joyful, and perfectly suited to the life you’ve built. The whole event was very cool, great m/c, awesome food and neat venue.

And the memories go far beyond the houses: Mesa trips, the Disney adventure with the legendary van ride and themed rooms, the Koocanusa houseboat with fishing and NHL games, years of May Long camping, and Christmas in Mesa. Add in Mexico, Montana skiing, and all your other adventures, and it’s clear you’ve packed more into thirteen years than most manage in twenty.

We’ve loved watching you build your life together — with creativity, resilience, humour, and a whole lot of heart. Enjoy your 13th Anniversary, and may today be as wonderful as the journey you’ve shared so far.

Thought of the Day

Watching your kids grow up is like great TV show, you laugh, you cry, and you never want it to end

July 14th

“Mercury Forecast Edmonton 27 degrees, Calgary 26 degrees, Mesa 41 degrees”

Up earlier than normal as I was taking the motorhome to Guarantee RV out by Callaway Park. I needed to be back around 10 no later as we had a golf game set for 11:20 at Heritage Point. I made unbelievable time as the 201 Stony was empty and the construction not really negatively impacting my progress. I actually arrived 15 minutes before opening time. I unhooked the Jeep and had enough time to get Wordle in two. Doesn’t happen often but feels good.

I was first to the counter and got everything fixed up with Hayley the wonderful service advisor. I haven’t got the bill or final quote but am expecting about $1500 to $1800.

Rushed back home and picked up Jackie and dropped Daisy off at Audrey’s. We ended up being about 1/2 earlier for our tee which is perfect.

Heritage Point KILLED us today. It is a tough course and not playing it very often throws a loop at you. The greens were lightning fast. We were running past the hole 10ft. I had 4 drives perfect I thought but lost balls. The grass eats them up. Losing balls was the paly of the day for us. No golfed well today. Out of the 4 players I would say Jackie played the best and was the most consistent. The rest of struggled with drives, irons and chips and were killed on the putting green.

Just a wonderfully perfect day weather wise as it was 27 degrees but with the breeze and cloud cover it was the perfect day. I think Jeff thought it was real muggy or humid but at only 55% it was pretty average. Must have been the new shirt not breathing. LOL

Forgetting about the lost balls the day of golf was enjoyable, it was laughable and a lot of fun.

We sat on the patio for supper and this clubhouse has a great menu and cook. The patio is gorgeous with its pots and pots of flowers on it.

Jackie’s Chicken Club was huge and delicious, Jeff had Bison and Rigatoni which looked great and Wendy had a Donair or Wrap of some type. I had the creme da la creme of the meals. Absolutely delicious. I had Banger & Mash with a Canadian version of Yorkshire Pudding called Crispy Popover topped with Sunday Gravy. Best meal for a long time.

A quick visit with Audrey and home to relax.

I have made plans to go to Lethbridge on Friday to finish off the install of the sprinkler.

Thought of the Day

Our Wi-Fi sometimes is just like my golf ball. I keep losing connection.

July 15th

” Mercury Forecast Edmonton 27 degrees, Calgary 26 degrees, Mesa 37 degrees,”

Wow the month half over. Too too busy. Yet I would rather be busy than not. I struggle understanding how people are staying busy over the winter. Staying busy and active,

I looked at the calendar and had to whip down to Lethbridge as next week we are Wabamun Lake near Edmonton and the following week we are in Salmon Arm.

So as the saying goes get it done. The typical drive down. Saw one truck accident where they had numerous people unloaded the roll over truck and loading into a new one. At least 4 cop cars and two tow trucks. On a stretch of highway that nothing should have happened.

I started to work and after about a 1/2 hour I came up with a Plan B. To have the connections and controller in my box it was too tight. As we need to remove the controller each winter my new Plan B works better, much easier access, easier to change functions and worked out great, It did mean another trip to the store to get more parts. I moved the controller to the side of the cook shack and had plenty of room for connections in my box. Lots of elbows and adjusting but it all worked out great. I had Jessica do the programming so she can adjust as needed. It takes a bit to figure out if you have enough water and how often based on the weather conditions. First test I had two small leaks that I was able to fix asap ( one crimp forgotten as I prebuild then lower into the box) and one at the faucet. I happy with it which for any project is all I want.

It works great and after the dirt, cover and pee gravel are all done it will be very good. I forgot a finished picture.

The radio all the way down kept saying “severe weather alert” yet in Raymond the sky was blue and warm. So I thought I better head home while it is good out.

The boys had talked the girls into going to Toy Story 5 and wanted me to come but that would mean getting home near midnight. Those boys are cute kids !

A good drive home. Only one stupid driver a young lady on her way from Raymond on a single highway. I was following a vehicle doing about 10 kms over the speed when she decided she was going to pass both of us. She moves over and then realizes she can’t get by in time and I had to brake to let her in between us. That is the worst thing about a Japanese vehicle with a CVT tranny. No passing gear would drive me nuts. She got in between us and wasn’t able to pass for the entire distance until we got the main highway. Made me smile.

I think everyone knows I like Tim’s. I love their coffee, their Ice Caps, Timbits, Chili, Chicken wrap and that is about it. The breakfast menu is good, The lunch and supper menu sucks. In fact Tim’s has the worst food of all fast food outlets. I stopped for lunch and saw a new “Chicken Sandwich” . Everybody is on this band wagon. Well Tim’s is horrible. A 2 out of 10 at the most. Typical !

The drive was nice with the bright sun and no cops. I was able to find a couple “rabbits” to chase and save me a ticket.

Happy to get it done !

I arrive home and open a email from our board. I have forever said. HOA and Condo Boards are made up of hormonally imbalanced, aggressively mean angry old bitches and old male farts that want to feel powerful as perhaps they did accomplish as much as they wanted in real life and now can have the opportunity to chastise others and exert power. Everyone one has been exactly the same.

I want to address the email I received regarding alleged violations in the garage. To be candid, I found the conclusions both disappointing and unnecessarily accusatory.

I am fully aware of the posted procedures and I follow them. In this instance, I stopped approximately 24 feet past the sign in order to unload golf clubs at my spouse’s vehicle. At no point did I “speed” or behave in a way that created risk. The suggestion that this routine, harmless action constitutes a policy violation is frustrating, especially when it is based on a selective interpretation of camera footage.

More broadly, I am concerned about the logic behind some of the garage-related rules and enforcement practices. The expectation that residents should stop their vehicles and somehow prevent unauthorized individuals from entering the garage is unrealistic. It is not reasonable to assume that residents—many of whom are elderly—will exit their vehicles to confront strangers. Additionally, the magnetic latch installed on the interior side of the man door does nothing to prevent unauthorized entry into the building itself. It restricts residents while leaving the actual point of vulnerability unaddressed. This approach does not enhance security; it complicates daily life for residents without solving the underlying issue.

What I find most troubling is the manner in which these concerns are communicated. Being “scolded” over minor, harmless actions feels unnecessarily punitive and frankly disrespectful. The idea that someone is reviewing video footage frame‑by‑frame to capture residents performing normal tasks is unsettling and creates an atmosphere of surveillance rather than community.

I am not interested in escalating conflict, but I do expect reasonable interpretation of rules, practical security measures, and communication that treats residents as adults rather than offenders. I hope future discussions can reflect that.

This board is Trumpian in it’s approach with everything. They hate dogs, we had a complaint about our dog fence around our patio ( Daisy was very little and at the time could fit between the rails) , we had a compliant of our bike pull wagon on the storage fence, we had a compliant of a dirty a/c exhaust piping and now breaking policy of were to stop. I could have been speeding. I am all for structured governance but this is just dumb.

Thought of the Day

HOA stand for Help Overbearing Adults