Priorities

May 26, 2006

Hello all, from a wet, wet yes wet Yorkton. It has been raining for about 24 hours, is grey, cold and miserable, I feel like I’m in Cape Town again.

We are in the process of deciding what to do once I’m done here in August and there are so many options. We know Yorkton is not where we want to be but there is plenty of work here and it could be a lot worse. Most of the other doctors here don’t move even though they can because hey make SO much money here. Its very disturbing to see, mostly because for a split second every so often I agree with them. People get trapped by greed and their lives turn into a never ending quest to make more money. They work way to hard, become boring, unhappy wealthy people. Okay, maybe the unhappy is a little unfair – enough money can buy a certain amount of happiness, nice car, nice house, airplane, golf clubs, horses, big TV etc. But none of them have friends, they’re not even friends with eachother, nobody does anything together, nobody cares. I want to leave before I become infected with the bug of materialism. We watch ourselves closely, I am making more money than we need, I could make much more if I wanted to kill myself working, but I don’t. I just want enough for what we need, a little extra for ice cream and then I just want a friend. Even one.


High in the sky

May 23, 2006

And also the mountains. Okay, so the mountains aren’t that high, but they are very ducky. Full of the damn things. It was a bit like when you first start out on a game drive and just as you enter the gates you see a buck. You stop, and everyone clambers all over each other to see and you take a MILLION photos (on film, not even digital), and you feel like you really had an awesome amount of luck. Twenty minutes , and a two hundred thousand boring buck later and everyone is saying “if I ever see another buck in my life, it will be too soon”. It was like that. Only ducks, not bucks. I guess it explains why its called “Duck Mountain”.


But it was a pretty place. There was something written somewhere on a plaque or whatever, saying that its the southern most boreal forest in Saskatchewan and is much more like northern Saskatchewan than the south-central region where we actually are. Interesting hey? No! But again, it was pretty.

Real live beaver dam.

And there were some mozzies – LIKE MILLIONS!!!


Oh, and if anyone happens to know whats in a “brown-eyed susan” doughnut, let me know. I just couldnt. Was curious, but scared.

I know its kind of going back in time, but on Sunday (Duck mountain was Monday) we went flying. Baasie phoned me, and in his true talkative style, said:”Wanna go flying?”.

So we did. And it was rad.
We flew in this:

Looked like this:
saw this (great spirit lake):

… and our place (next to the white building on the left. Thats the “city centre” at the top of the pic):

… and the Hospital. Across the road is the office Claire was in for the first two months or so.

It was great.

Back a little further in time, on Saturday, we found ourselves on the backs of some horses. Thats right, a real ranch weekend. Okay, just the horses bit. But the one horse got kinda weird and scared and stuff, so we came back. Riding inside a fence is one thing, but riding out in the open fields on a skittish, nervous horse is a whole other. It was still cool. I said “Whoa boy” a lot.

Oh – last thing. Congrats to us. 4 years now. We had a lovely day with picnics and Moet and flowers and presents and … and love. Lots and lots. More today than ever. I’m a soppy kind of a guy (as you all know), and am getting soppier as times goes on. I blame (and thank) my Oupa. My gran I thank (blame, really) for the balding gene. Lets look at more photos.


That is all.


Slight Change

May 22, 2006

Hi Readers (Most of whom I know. Jacques, seriously man. Please tell me who you are. If you live in Canada, maybe we could even meet in person, since the people in this town aren’t really friendly.) Anyway, I seem to have been hit by a spammer. Someone commented on the Winnipeg post saying something like “adoring your site so excellent and the graphics be greatness” or something equally grammatically flawed/non-english speaking. Underneath was a link to some or other credit risk agency. Me-thinks it were a people what can like to be using my “adorable” blog for its own uses-ness.

So, the change will be that when you leave a comment (each and every one of which we LOVE and makes us feel a little closer to home) you will need to type in the letters/word you see all twisted and bent on the page. Its to help prevent automatic “hackers” from leaving comments like the one above. Thank you for your patience.

In the news this week, we have plans for Vancouver, flying in the skies over yorkton, some golf, and some (highly amusing and annoying) ranting. Stay tuned, its all coming up, right here, on the Snowblindness blog!

Yeeeehhhhaaa!!!!!

That is all.


The Rest of Winnipeg

May 15, 2006

So, when I left “Espresso Junction” and had taken Claire her between exams lunch, I decided to stroll around the city centre. Its nice enough, with a few historical buildings dotted around, and the “golden boy” on top of the legislative buildings, but not super exciting. Our dinner in the french quarter that evening would prove to be much more culturally interesting. After searching around a bit and buying my first puck, I found the winnipeg art museum. I didn’t have much time to look around, but it turns out I didn’t really need much. Some great stuff including some up and coming artists, and a whole lot of “first nation” art – mostly sculpture.

The next day was “Andrew keeps himself busy day” and so I went to the zoo. It was, as zoos tend to be, a little shabby and the animals didn’t look to excited, but I did see some things you just have to see, and learned a little thing or two.




I also took a rather fun test drive, in this puppy:
And popped in here to see if Tom was in.

He wasn’t. Oh – and it says “Free personality TEST“. If they were offering free personalities, Tom would probably have one.

The drive home was long, but uneventful. We’ve now seen about enough of the flat-lands. Time for some lakes and oceans and stuff I think.

That is all.


Filling in the Blanks

May 15, 2006

Well, I’ve been fairly good with blogging, and you are all pretty much caught up on the news and what-not. However, I keep forgetting the little things I want to tell everyone. You know, the stupid little “we had some old lady in the shops tell us about her grand children, for no reason” and “everyone says ‘Have a good/great morning/day/evening’ every time you finish talking to them” things.

That last one is particularly bad. People get offended if you don’t add your “you too”. Like they feel you might be thinking “I hope your day is sucky – but REALLY sucky” if you don’t. Odd. One lady told her child to tell the doctor to have a good day when Claire finished treating him. Indoctrinated. If only they did something useful with the brainwashing like telling the kids: “Gravy soaked ‘fries’ are not a good idea” or “Cheese does not need to be dipped in cheese”.

Oh – tragedy stuck. They ran out of triple caffinated death roast coffee (they call it black bear) and I was forced to have regular blend. That’s not the bad part. I took a sip and before I knew what was happening, my brain registered enjoyment. The decline has begun. Pretty soon I’ll just be spooning mud into a cup of hot water.

Did we mention that Canadians are weird?

I like the way the planes always cut lines in the sky. Yes, you’ve all seen it, but these ones last for hours, literally. Check this one out (and the cool coulds too – Saskatchewan=Land of the living skies).


Fatty, fatty boom-boom

May 14, 2006

For breakfast I had a “cinnabun” and some “blackbear” coffee. For lunch I had a chicken sub. For supper, I had the food I had previously sworn I’d never have – KFC. A rounder(here they call it a chicken “sandwich”) and chips.

Help me, I am becoming American.

To be fair, I am on call and we just got back from Winnipeg and had nothing at home. I swear I’m not fat yet and am doing everything possible to keep it that way. We should do monthly postings of us in our swimming cozzies so we can keep track of the fat, or hopefully not.


Hello from Yorkton Regional Hospital

May 14, 2006

Hello:) I’m on call again. Man its been a busy week, and its not over yet. It started with a 24 hour call, followed by a 5 hour drive to Winniepeg, then 3 days of long exams, the return drive and straight into this which will be follwed by a day at the office, and then perhaps some calm.

I have recenlty had a long chat with a 85 year old man who had recently lost his wife. They were married over 50 years. He was easily the saddest man I have ever met. He couldn’t help himself, he just cried unashamedly and laughed and cried. He is still so in love with his wife, he was speaking about her like she was a beautiful 16 year old girl. It was a such an insight for me, he told me how he forgets that she is gone, and its the little things that don’t happen, like her telling him to pick up his socks that make him miss her most. He says he is not suicidal, but hopes he dies soon because he has got nothing left to live for. He has no family, no kids, she was his life. I can’t imagine his pain. It made me think about whats really important when it finally comes down to it. Life is really only about love, about how much we love and the effect that has on others. Everything else is meaningless when it comes to the end, your money, your power, your looks, your intelligence – worthtless. This man’s wife has living proof of how much she loved and unfortunately that proof is a sad, hopeless grieving old man who wouldn’t trade his pain for anything because it is a reminder of how much he has lost.

Okay, so sorry about the downer. On a lighter note another thing Canadians say is – “thank you much” weird people.

K. Bye