Prairie Dog Blog

Crikey! Poor Steve Irwin was speared by a manta ray and died. The Aussie Crocodile Hunter was always courting danger. Dianja, dianja! He should have taken his own advice. Dennis always said he would meet a nasty end. I do sympathize with his wife and two children, though.

Well, here it is the beginning of September. It is still warm and dry. I don't think we had more than a couple of sprinkles of rain the whole month of August.

On Friday Mother and I went to a Lequier BBQ. It was fun to see all the relatives again. Dennis and Leona sponsored it and it was held at Brian and Tina's near Portage La Prairie. Mother said she knew the way, so I didn't consult a map. Of course we got lost. I guess the landmarks have changed in fifteen years. But, after consulting with a denizen of one of the small towns that dot Manitoba we found the place. A good time was had by all. Bryan Metcalfe is running in a marathon in support of Canadian Diabetes in Dublin, Ireland. Go, Bryan! I had a long talk with Marcie's husband, Rob. He teaches high school science subjects. Lorne was there looking better than he has a right to. He doesn't take very good care of himself. Doreen said she wasn't going, and then made a grand entrance after everyone else had arrived. Fun, fun, fun.

More fun on Saturday. I went to Pat and Paul's for dinner. It was a combined effort. I brought meatballs as the appy and we had ribs for the main course. The dessert was home-made apple pie from the apples in the Bertrands' back yard. I don't mean to brag, but I feel the Little Penguin Cab. Sauv. I brought was the best bottle of wine there. That bottle emptied first - need I say more? Then we played Trivial Pursuit. It was enjoyable, but I missed his sense of humour. He would always make jokes and tease everyone there. He could think up a funny wrong answer to a question faster than anyone.

Yesterday, I took Mother for a drive in the country and then we went to her favourite restaurant, Smitty's! Not exactly high cuisine, but, she likes it. She took a look at my new bathroom and said, "Nice." Well, don't get too enthused. She said she would wait until Gary and Carolyn arrive in October to take me for dinner to celebrate my birthday. I'm glad because it will be more fun with them here. Yes, this year it's the big five-nine, the end of a decade.

There is also more news in the continuing saga of Mr. G. D. Comeau (yes, those really are his initials - it's not a swear). His case worker found him a boarding house and after he was there a couple of days, the boarding house owners phoned him to say that Mr. Comeau was wandering and they were afraid he'd not be safe. They said they could not look after him, he needs more care. Well, DUUUUUHHHHHH! How long have I been saying that? So he was taken to hospital. He's been in the Saint John Regional Hospital since Wednesday and the tentative diagnosis is dementia. Halleluja! I've spoken to his nurses a couple of times and they are going to have a consult with a geriatrics specialist and a psychiatrist this week. They are also treating him for a bladder infection. I told them he would get up and walk out if they didn't watch him and guess what! He did! Even though they had a sitter, she had too many patients to watch and he slipped out of the hospital. They found him wandering a few streets away and now they've put an alarm bracelet on him, so I hope he doesn't get away again. Anyway, it sounds as if they really do believe, finally, that he needs full time care.

Time to take the canine princess for a walk. She does love her walks. Bye, bye all. Enjoy the Labour Day Holiday!

If two mouses are mice and two louses are lice, why aren't two houses hice?
Crikey, Lequier BBQ, A Little Penguin Getting Alarmed!