I got someone else’s mail again today. Not fault of Canada Post this time, but the fault of Ms. Yama Yama (name changed, obviously) who never bothered alerting Shopper’s Drug Mart that she moved. Like, before November 2001, which is when I moved in here. I occasionally get mail for a Mr. Bobo, as well, and I think there’s someone else who receives mail here once in a while. Back to the postal people it’ll go…
Four pizza flyers this week. Dominos and Pizza73 are after my business as usual, but I’ve also got a Boston Pizza purchase incentive. They sent a whole flipping menu of choices. Lucky them; I was planning on booking a table there again this year for my birthday party. Whoo! Pizza party! I love the food there.
The Star Phoenix needs carriers. Not my idea of a good time, but I’m sure it’s good exercise. I wonder how many people subscribe to the paper here. They called me up earlier this week, actually, wanting me to re-subscribe. I told the guy on the phone that I never did have a subscription. Did I want one? No.
I opened my Bay Card bill and out fluttered more flyers of an unnecessary kind, like deals on solar powered decorative lights, commemorative Olympic coins, and holiday booking on a Sandals resort. This GE 7 megapixel camera with blink detection sounds kind of cool, though. I’m considering getting my mom a camera this year, but she needs something super simple without a lot of fandangle. She’d never use a lot of fandangle. A friend of hers, quite elderly, was given a superfab camera as a gift last year and the poor woman can’t deal with all the extras. She can hardly get a basic shot that’s not out of focus. She’s pretty frustrated with it.
My voter registration card was in the mail this week, as was a flyer to re-elect Lynne Yelich, Member of Parliament for Blackstrap. She’s been there since 2000, apparently. She’s also apologizing to her daughter for missing grad and the girl’s 18th birthday. I wonder if this was written on the heels of all the Palin controversy down south:
Even now there are some, if not many, who may question a mother sitting in the House of Commons while there are still children at home. This lingering attitude often pushes us to stretch our lives to the limit. … My family has adjusted, coped and succeeded, despite the challenges of my parliamentary life. I am proud of their sacrifices as I am so very aware of my own.
Is it worse for a mother to miss out on her family’s big moments because of her job than it is for a father to miss out? Is there still a lot of pressure for mothers to be mothers first and career-oriented second? Or is the pressure felt the other way? That it’s right to let the job you’re paid to do take precedence over a duty you chose to do for free? I’m single, I have no kids, I have no idea what I’d do if I were faced with a major career path vs staying home with the offspring. Money comes into it, time, drive, ambition.. guilt, too, I suspect. Either path is a choice that should be up to the person making it, and her family. Either path means making sacrifices of one kind or another. Ah well, anyway.. back to flyers.
McKenzie Sales and Leasing is giving away a 2005 Dodge Caravan with dvd. Oh wait, not quite a no-strings deal: “All you have to do is apply for credit and you could WIN.” Well, if I were in the market to lease a vehicle, I still don’t know if I’d be swayed by this. I’ve heard some auto companies quit leasing and a quick google confirms that. Gas prices, depreciation.. I know little about economic ebb and flow, I have to admit.
But, I’m reminded of a thing I heard on CBC Radio a week or so ago – Bentley automobiles are selling like hotcakes in Calgary, and they only chose to set up a dealership there last year. That oil money’s gotta go somewhere, I guess, but for some reason it never goes anywhere sensible. I hope some of those oil sands workers are looking ahead a little rather then spending all they’ve made now.
That wraps it up for another week.





September 20, 2008 at 12:33 pm
i cannot believe that you have the self-control to return mail to mr bob, without at least steaming it open to see what it’s about. you have my admiration.