They’re fixing the concrete walkway next door

so I told Paul to git on over hyar, they may drop 450 kilos of concrete on his damned plastic canoe (the one that’s heavier than the aluminum one, calice) and I said I’d go walking but that was before I remembered that I had forgotten bread dough for brown buns in the bread machine.

So I had to stop what I was doing, and do that, and now I’m updating you because I’m waiting.

Still so happy Jeff hooked me back up to my twitter account.

The three titles

Clearing the Plains: Disease, Politics of Starvation, and the Loss of Aboriginal Life by James Daschuk (considered a tour de force and foundational text for reconciliation written by a settler)

Unsettling Canada, by Arthur Manuel (Secwepemc Nation)

Unsettling the Settler Within: Indian Residential Schools, Truth Telling, and Reconciliation in Canada by Paulette Regan (settler)

I will try to read them. It’s hard to get my ass parked long enough to read, rather than just scroll through the internet, I feel so restless.

Off topic, Suzanne has been here and YAY there’s no more cat barf on the living room floor.