I can't get you out of my head

I can't take it anymore. Elections. Another day, week, month, year... I am bombarded by the talk of elections. Will someone please put me out of my misery?

I dreamt last night about the number 61. It started okay. 61 shifted into 7. And then there were 61 pints of beer on the bar before me. I thought I was in paradise, but they began to explode, one after one. I started to shake. I knew I was in a dream, but I couldn't wake up. And then I heard this voice from above:

Have you ever encountered the angel number 61? You will know that the divine realm is at work here because you will repeatedly see the number 61 everywhere you go.

It will feel like this number is stalking you. Whether you’re reading a book, enjoying a bath, cooking dinner, or driving to work, angel numbers 61 will just keep popping up.

There’s no reason to be alarmed or even freaked out, because these angel numbers are sent to you by your guardian angels.

You may think that the world is not watching, but the divine realm can see your every move. Make sure that you are doing your divine guides proud!

Do you want more? Press here. magically appeared on the bar before him.

I woke up screaming. I will vote! I will vote! Tell me who to vote for.

"What is the fun in that?" I heard the voice say. And then silence.

Welcome to One Grumpy Old Man

This is it, the beginning of the end. 

I began my first blog - Why I MayStill Be Canadian – close to twenty years ago. One might say that it was a journey - a maze that I wandered through, wondering if I was on the other side. Each step was another piece of the puzzle revealed, another thread in the fabric of the mosaic. The colours were different then. There was a touch of humour, optimism, intimacy, celebration and sorrow. Now we are left only with many shades of grey.

If you look at my first blog, you will see that I hardly wrote in it these last few years. It took me a while to realize that the colours were gone.

This is not the place to go if you are feeling suicidal. But I still think I can make you laugh.

That said, join me on this last walkabout if you dare. I am old and grumpy and will tell it like it is.