Too Far

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I’d like to blame it on Covid-19, on two and a half years of restrictions and lockdowns, but maybe I’m just getting old.

There was a time when the six hour drive from Toronto to Montreal was no big deal, when a four and a half hour drive to Ottawa to pick up a jumpsuit at Hudson’s Bay seemed reasonable, and a five hour round trip to see Dracula in Stratford—seven times—made perfect sense.

That time is long gone.

Since March of 2020, my car has barely been out of the garage. Between Amazon, Instacart, and Uber Eats I never have to leave the house—and I don’t.

Now, that restrictions are a thing of the past and shops, restaurants, and theatres are open again. Now, that there are people and places to visit, and drives to take—it’s too late.

There’s a new phrase in my life these days, one I’d never thought I’d say…

It’s too far.

How did this happen? When did I start worrying about things like traffic and walking to my car after dark?

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When did I become my parents?

I blame Covid-19 🙂

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In The Navy

Knowing absolutely nothing about what the Royal Canadian Navy does, the image that comes to mind is something like this…

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But it’s not all Arctic waters and icebergs; the Navy gets around—all the way around to the Tacugama Chimpanzee Sanctuary in Sierra Leone.

On a three-month diplomatic tour, the crews of HMCS Goose Bay and HMCS Moncton were invited to visit the Chimpanzee Sanctuary. The invitation came with a request, “You wouldn’t happen to have any extra rope that you’re not using?”

As it happened, they did.

In consultation with the staff at the sanctuary, the Canadian crew refurbished the chimpanzee play area with old rigging from the HMCS Oriole out of Halifax.

(Cpl. Jaclyn Buell ©2022 DND-MDN Canada)

Due to Covid-19 restrictions only ten crew members could participate in what Cmdr. Daniel Rice calls, “a unique experience.”

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Making this mom and her little one very happy.

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Bereft

I’m in mourning, devasted.

It’s over.

I’ve seen all 20 episodes of Netflix’s Vincenzo.

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I didn’t expect to become addicted to this tongue-in-cheek mafia-inspired drama. While Vincenzo starts off with a bang…

It devolves into silly secondary plotlines and odd-ball characters eking out a living in Geumga Plaza. Comic relief? Maybe, but I didn’t find them funny.

I was ready to give up on Vincenzo about four episodes in, but perving on a good looking actor isn’t a bad way to kill thirty minutes on the treadmill.

And then…

Murder and mayhem. White-collar criminals with blood on their hands. Corporate greed and political corruption. Betrayal and Mafia-style revenge.

As episode built on episode, I started to appreciate the style of the show, the differences between this Korean crime story and the American versions I’m more familiar with.

Two words: dramatic, romantic.

Sweeping shots and grand entrances. Slow motion and a gazillion close ups. The lead actors, Song Joong-ki and Jeon Yeo-been, dressed to kill in great suits and designer sunglasses beat the hell out of Tony Soprano in his bathrobe, chomping on a cigar.

A relationship builds between the two leads, and builds, and builds—and no one gets naked. Cue the close ups and the lingering glances. Vincenzo and Hong Cha-yeong don’t share a meaningful embrace until the final episode…

How am I going to climb on the treadmill tomorrow without this show to make the effort slightly more appealing?

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