Brian (bozy) wrote, @ 2003-10-05 10:05:00

I ran across a tiny ad in the Toronto Star offering a course to become qualified to teach ESL in four weeks. I also found their website by cross referencing the phone number in the ad. I emailed them for further information. It certainly will be, I believe, the wave of the future, and the timing is right. I could be qualified before my leave runs out and go to the board armed with some new qualifications.

My meeting with OTIP (the early intervention specialist) and the local OECTA president will take place on Tuesday. It will be interesting to see what develops from that. I was hoping to be armed with the draft of a letter from my physician to take to the meeting. I wonder if I will here from him tomorrow?

I had a phone call from a friend in Fort McMurray last night. It's a measure of how far I've come because he can't even turn on his new computer. It will be exciting to exchange photos and emails.He said it was 27 degrees Celsius on the edge of the Arctic Circle yesterday. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to visit him? He has no reason to come here. All close family members are now gone. I went to his sister's funeral on his behalf earlier this year. He keeps phoning me to tell me about long lost mutual acquaintances who have expired. There have been many and I'm only fifty-two.

In fact Jon had to bail out one such acquaintance who remains alive. I don't think he has much of a liver left but he's alive. I must email Tommy and tell him. Tommy and his wife Brenda (my wife's sister) are fifteen year recovering alcoholics. Any time Tommy comes here he'll facilitate an AA meeting. Impressive!!!

The text, although somewhat choppy, flowed nicely today. I'll leave with another poem. I just want to share my stuff, that's all. I just want IT out there in as many places as possible. Just maybe, someone will read and take pause for a moment.

The Run

Five bills Friday morn
Between table and the slot
First roll every time
Three symbols on the dot.

No better sound
Than tokens dropping
No better sight
Than wheels stopping.

It lasted to Sunday noon
Super 7, Lotto too
All told a winning run
I deserved it, I was due.

Odd however
That the winning stress
Is the same as the losing
What real cost for success?

Adrenalin flows just the same
Wasted time, addiction leaps
Can't keep the handle away
Consuming obsession creeps.