My Day So Far

My day so far: Get up, look at Reinvented.net.

The sun coming up on the beach has to be the greatest moment of the day anywhere on earth. Every time we go to the Island, it is the only time that I can eagerly get out of bed that early just to witness the splendor of it all. It sure beats watching the backup of trucks trying to cross the bridge over to Detroit here in Windsor first thing in the morning.

With this getting up early in the morning and the what not - don’t forget the blogger lunch at the tea house.

Cousin Shore has recently been witness to some most excellent paragliding. Unfortunately, summer brings a shift in prevailing winds (from north east to west) so it’ll probably be fall before I get back in the air there.

I was up at 5 this morning but in my office - sounds like that great skit of Monty python when they were all telling each other how awful their lives were eating mud etc.

BUT I so enjoyed the lunch today at the Formosa. Thanks to all

Here is the MP sketch - builds on who had the earliest rising

The “We Were Poor” Sketch from “Monty Python Live at City Center” and “Monty
Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl”

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. “Farewell
to Thee” being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You’re right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who’d a thought thirty years ago we’d all be sittin’
here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we’d a’ been glad to have the price of a cup
o’ tea.
GC: A cup ’ COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, “Money
doesn’t buy you happiness.”
EI: ‘E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN’. We used to
live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one
room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the
floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a
corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin’ in a corridor! Woulda’ been a
palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish
tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting
fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say “house” it was only a hole in the ground covered
by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty
of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in
a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the
morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down
mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home,
out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o’clock in
the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox
at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues.
We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night,
half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill
owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home,
our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves
singing “Hallelujah.”
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t
believe ya’.
ALL: Nope, nope..