May 20 Blog

Greetings bloggers. For the uninitiated, a blog is short for a “web log”, which in my case is similar to my Captain Ron’s Log, featured in the Pigeon Lake Schooner publication. To those who do not get the Lake Schooner, it can be found at the finer shops and establishments around the lake, plus some of you may get it delivered. Usually my columns are filled with political commentary, scientific discovery, athletic idolatry or social/philosophical ideology. To the uninformed, this means verbal diarrhea or simply put, a lot of crapology that I make up. Are you bored or astounded, yet?

This spring I underwent a hip resurfacing procedure, meaning that they popped the hip out, put a metal cap on it and popped it back in. Thirty years of jogging on hard surfaces does that. Anyways… during the operation a nerve got depressed (i.e. pinched), meaning that I woke up without the use of the quad muscles in my leg. Needless to say this put a dent in my ballet career, but after much consternation, I came upon a guy by the name of Pat Clayton, who also happens to be the head trainer for the Calgary Stampeders. Now this is depressing enough, having to visit McMahon Stadium in Calgary twice a week for rehab, but I tell ya… there is not a finer rehab specialist anywhere. Leg’s coming on like gangbusters in the 3 weeks he’s put me through my paces and I can’t thank him enough! Go Riders, but Patty has a special place in my world!

Anyhoo, a lot has happened since my deadline for the Lake Schooner. We have had summer and today as I write this, it is snowing on the Victoria Day long weekend. Nice while it lasted, though my neighbor didn’t get many tomatoes during the week they were in the ground. This is Alberta! Never get too comfortable with your weather patterns.

You have probably noticed that my photo of Captain Ron was taken a short while back as I was searching for my inner “Captain Highliner”. Though he is a handsome brute, my beard simply makes me look 20 years older than my normally youthful self. The last time I grew one it was grey right down the middle, meaning I looked similar to the back end of a skunk, so needless to say that didn’t last long.

For some reason my child bride liked the current version. This is obviously because of my similarity to the dashing Sean Connery in The Hunt For Red October or… maybe the snarly skipper in Jaws who got chomped in half by that shark. Regardless, the beard is now gone, which allows me to shop incognito at the Village without the paparazzi flashing pictures and mobs of youth demanding autographs. In general, I appeal to women under 5 or beyond social security, so I suppose Deb needn’t worry.

The dock is now in, but it remains to be seen when the Green Machine (our Sea Doo) gets out of dry dock. Another neighbor, Cam has put in his dock and it stretches half way to Mulhurst, so I imagine in satellite photos it shows up much like the Great Wall of China from outer space. Good on ya, Cam! This is way impressive.

Til next time…

Closing Fact: The average person will grow 2 metres of nose hair in their lifetime. In my case 90% of this has occurred within the last 5 years.

What’s on your mind? Email me.

Ron Taylor
Taylor Creative