Prince Albert Voice
We’ve moved. What a horrible experience. Never again! I’ve moved more times than I can count without using all my fingers and toes, but this one was torture.
I’m not counting all the places I lived as a child, or as a single young man, which requires nothing to take along but a toothbrush, shoes and a change of clothing.
My wife is one of those people who like to take on a large number of long-term plans and projects. And she’s persistent enough, in spite of obstacles, to carry them through to the end. It’s to the point, if I were braver or more honest I’d call that being stubborn, obstinate even, but persistence sounds more noble--and safer. It’s amazing what people can accomplish with that quality and following are a few examples.
Well, hate may be too strong a word, but just as I think I’ve got a handle on all the new developments on our restless planet, along comes a multitude of new ones to complicate my exhausted mind and, likely, my life. Here are some of the screwiest:
From a column I wrote in the 1990s: “In late June of this year a TV weather report noted the possibility of frost that night in low-lying areas east of Prince Albert. The same report predicted a relatively high UV factor for the next day. Thus it would be possible to get frostbite and a sunburn within 24 hours.”