Post 3647 - A Nice Evening

Well, I am back home from my first Toastmasters meeting of the season. I'm glad I went.

I'm glad I went despite the fact that I had to drive around the downtown for a spell to find a parking space. I finally found one on Brunswick Street, pretty much across the street from Andy Fillmore's constituency office.

(And, while we're at it, what was wrong with Megan Leslie's old office? When she lost the election in 2015, why didn't he just move in to it? I don't get why newly-elected MP's, and MLA's, feel it is appropriate to move into a new office when the old one was just fine.)

Anyway, I went to the meeting. Only about five members showed up, but we had six guests. Six! And they all seemed really enthusiastic and want to come back in two weeks.

Table Topics were fun. We were all given different questions to ask. Mine was, "What habit of yours would you like to break?" I revealed a deep, dark secret, a habit that has plagued me since childhood, which I have never shared here on this blog, or anywhere else, for that matter. Patricia knows about it, but also knows that she cannot break me of this habit. I will likely always be haunted by it, as it slowly leads me to debilitation.

I didn't win Table Topics, even though I had bared my soul. What does a guy have to do to win Table Topics, anymore?

After the meeting, the guests hung around and asked questions. I had to leave. I huffed and puffed my way up Duke Street and rounded the corner to Brunswick to the Soul. Drove home. Patricia was already here. She had cooked a few sausages and I had one. Well, one and a half.

I am showered and shaved and read to turn in.

Say, how many of you have heard about Pauline Dakin's book? Here is the write up:

I heard two long interviews with her today, discussing what happened to her as a young 'un. I still find it very hard to believe how a person could accept such blarney about how people were out to get her mother and her and her brother. I have met some people who were stricken by some kind of mental illness that made them think things that made no sense, but they were never able to make me think those things, too.

She is doing a book launch at the main library Thursday night. We haven't decided whether we're going yet, but the more I hear this story, the more skeptical I feel.

What do you guys think?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy