Freddie P's Blog

May 26, 2008 @ 09:21

That's more like it.

What a difference a week makes. The weather this weekend was near perfect for late May, and it made for an enjoyable weekend at the tin shack.

On Friday, I had the opportunity to play golf at Glen Abbey and I kept everything in perspective.

The weather was perfect for golf, and was playing with a couple of my best buddies and I wasn't horrible, just the usual bad, but not horrible.

It's a tough golf course for someone of my ability, which made me remark to the fellas at one point, I don't call this place Glen Abbey, I call it Glen Abacus, because that's what I need to keep track of my score!

Anyway, after 18 and a cold refreshing beer I headed back to Brampton where I picked up my lovely and we continued on to paradise.

After arriving we sat by the fire and I got into a global warming argument with my good friend Dan Duran. I take a more realistic, more rational Stephen Harper type approach to global warming, while it's apparent that Duran, prompted by the hysterical rantings of CBC radio and such, would have everyone on bicycles tomorrow.

At one point Friday night I told Dan I didn't want to continue our conversation, which isn't always the best tact.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore" I said.

"That's no way to debate an issue." Said Dan.

He's right, but I've been up this road with Duran so many times over the years, and we get nowhere, that all it serves to do is put a knot in my stomach, so I'd prefer to relax and talk about things like "culling" the bastard Canada Geese that are shitting all over my lawn.

Saturday was another beautiful day and it started with me and my sweet going for a long walk to the end of our lake. There are several steep hills along the way, but it's great for exercising the legs and removing an unwanted portion of my wife's ars.

Saturday afternoon was Tiki Time. A few of us got together and decorated the Tiki Bar for the 2008 season. It's a fun process because there's really no "set" format. We just grab strings of lights and start going round and round until we run out of them.

We throw up some signs and knick knacks, put the roof on and we're ready to go.

By Saturday night we were all gathered around the bar watching game one of the Stanley Cup playoffs. Too bad the game sucked.

Sunday was a day for finishing off some planting, going for another walk and noticing how much Dan Duran's son Colton reminds me of his dad.

He's like a mini-me to his old man without all the unrealistic and socialistic baggage.

Thank goodness I spend a lot of time with this lad during the summer. Hopefully I can have enough influence on this kid before he wants to do something stupid like become a member of the NDP.