Yesterday I learned that it takes approximately 5-10 seconds of driving at 30-40 km/hr to cause a 1 litre water bottle which is approximately half full to fly off the roof of a car. I also learned that making a “mental note” to retrieve the water bottle from the top of the car does not actually guarantee that the water bottle will be secured inside prior to the car moving. I did not learn exactly how unsafe it was to stop the car in traffic to retrieve the (probably smashed) water bottle because I used my powers of deduction to figure out that it might be inadvisable to do so. And also I didn’t need the rush hour motorists to have an actual person to laugh at. The faceless bonehead driving the red Civic was plenty.
Besides, it was one of the poison water bottles. I’m saving myself and my whole family from testicular cancer.
Hey, when you look at it that way, I’m a freakin’ hero.
Today I learned that my grandfather’s earthly remains have been brought here from Thunder Bay where they were since 1984. He is now resting under his headstone in a lovely, sunny spot in a cemetery near here. Will have to bring the kids to see it. It has been 24 years since I have seen my Gramma this happy. It’s a good day.