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21 minutes ago, BigFatCoward said:

Wife woke me at 0615, at 0630 i delivered our baby boy on the bathroom floor. Big sister also delivered by me on the kitchen floor. I am a father of 2 and have a grand total of 43 minutes of watching my wife in labour. I'm a very lucky man. 

Wow. Congratufuckinglations!

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36 minutes ago, BigFatCoward said:

Wife woke me at 0615, at 0630 i delivered our baby boy on the bathroom floor. Big sister also delivered by me on the kitchen floor. I am a father of 2 and have a grand total of 43 minutes of watching my wife in labour. I'm a very lucky man. 

Congratulations! 

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2 hours ago, BigFatCoward said:

Wife woke me at 0615, at 0630 i delivered our baby boy on the bathroom floor. Big sister also delivered by me on the kitchen floor. I am a father of 2 and have a grand total of 43 minutes of watching my wife in labour. I'm a very lucky man. 

Holy smokes! Congratulations! I’m glad mom and son are doing fine, right? Did you go to the hospital afterwards, did an ambulance arrive? 

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55 minutes ago, Fragile Bird said:

Holy smokes! Congratulations! I’m glad mom and son are doing fine, right? Did you go to the hospital afterwards, did an ambulance arrive? 

We are off to hospital now as he was 3 weeks early and only 5lb 7oz. But only precautionary, they are not concerned. 

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2 minutes ago, BigFatCoward said:

We are off to hospital now as he was 3 weeks early and only 5lb 7oz. But only precautionary, they are not concerned. 

Congrats. I am glad all is well. 

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Today is the 100th anniversary of the discovery of insulin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amCeBhkNo50

Here's a very brief piece on Leonard Thompson, the boy in the Heritage minute. The work on insulin started in 1921, it wasn't until January of 1922 until there was insulin that could be used on a patient. Sadly, he caught pneumonia at 26 and died.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Thompson_(diabetic)

And here's a piece on a more famous early patient, Elizabeth Hughes Gossett, the daughter of the governor of New York. Her parents heard about Banting and Best's work and brought her to Toronto, begging them to add her as a patient. She fully recovered, married, had children, and lived to be 73. But as she grew older she hid her diabetes and destroyed the early records about her treatment. Sad.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Hughes_Gossett

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Today was a beautiful day because I’m hooooooooome, I’m finally home and I cuddled and walked dogs all day long. 

On one of these walks, a couple little girls who were biking came up to us and asked if they could pet the Chancellor. And for the first time in... I don’t know how many months I acted out of natural human instinct and not covid hyper vigilance and it felt amazing.

I said, sure, and one of the girls petted him. As the other two stopped in front of us with their bikes, the Chancellor got shy though and hid behind my legs. One girl said she didn’t dare to pet him, and I told her it was okay because even though he likes to bark at tiny doggos, he’s friendly to people and actually he’s the one who’s a bit afraid of them. The third girl didn’t really get a chance because three children and their bikes were a bit too much attention for him. Then two couples walked by, who I have never seen before, so maybe they are someone’s relatives visiting for the long weekend, or just new residents, I don’t actually know half the people who live here anymore. But they asked what breed and how old the chancellor was and complimented him as they walked by. 

It was only then that it started seeping into my mind that people aren’t just friendly and nice and interested in dogs, they are also a source of covid molecules. Still, it was a very nice three minutes while it lasted. And I’m really grateful to those children for reminding me that I’m still able to act like a human being. Plus, it’s great for the Chancellor to socialize with children, even if for such a short time. 

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After days and days of beautiful weather, ranging from 70's all the way to nearly 90 degrees -- and I felt so good! But this morning, woke up to 43° temperatures and the heat on --All my chronic conditions had me so stiff and sore, I couldn't even get out of bed for nearly a half hour.  Everything hurts so much!  Plus all the winter things for the bed, and sweaters, and so on had been laundered, sprayed with lavender, wrapped up and stored away, including my fleece slippers and so on.

So why is this a good day?  But yes, it is! A good day, and a good weekend! because we're getting tons of rain, including up where the city's reservoir and watersheds are located -- there was getting to be danger of a drought if water didn't arrive soon.  So I'm really happy this weather will continue through the long holiday weekend. 

Plus I'm feeling so overwhelmed by love for Partner and by happiness (personal) in general.  For so long in this pandemic I could hardly feel anything except dread.  Very slowly, since the election, I'm starting to feel again, all kinds of feelings, good feelings.  I was afraid I wouldn't again.  Plus, you know, people are starting to make Plans, to $chedule, real things to happen! Which just wasn't possible for so very long.

 

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So, negative preamble:

My movers were a day and half late to load up, two days late to deliver, damaged some of my stuff but destroyed two of my TVs. Having left Alberta on May 27th, while I was wrangling two kids and a fur baby nigh on 1200 kms in one shot [because our movers were late] roughly 750 into that 1200 kms my realtor called to tell me the perimeter drainage system that was to be installed [per contract] in our new home prior to possession hadn't even been started yet. Multiple extra hotel nights were required, as was the herding and unfortunate but necessary motivational brow beating of my realtor, my lawyer, their realtor, and their lawyer, because, I don't know, the fucking Island operates in a pocket universe where the physics were extrapolated from energy equals lackadaisical slowtime squared or some shit-- like, there were a lot of mehs until everyone realized I wasn't fucking around.

fuuuuuuuck yoooouuuu

So, finally, a seven to nine day job gets started one working day before possession [because, no emergency or nothing, no one's going to work a weekend toward righting such a colossal fuck up because that would require both character and foresight but hey, I'm an uppity prick from Calgary with unrealistic standards]  and all the while the contractor is blaming the home owner and the home owner is blaming the contractor when I have absolute zero patience for either of their bullshit [or the fucking realtors, to be fair] because we're talking a serious issue with the house and possible breach of contract here when I'd already packed up, moved, and was essentially homeless. With kids. A puppy. And a swiftly eroding sense of propriety, 

But, despite pushback from people professionally representing my interests, I somehow manage to carrot and stick all this shit plumb [and yes, it was me, even short formed last minute railroad addendums for my realtor, like, dude] take possession, and see that what initially [and virtually] looked like a nice reno was likely only a contractor done kitchen with the rest being a DIY cockup of epic fucking proportions, so now I'm getting quotes from painters and basement system specialists and I feel like suing a whole slew of assholes into the early fucking bronze age but I probably won't because I can't stay actually angry for longer than five to ten minutes at a stretch...

Yet somehow, despite all that, my girls love this place, my puppy hasn't pissed on the hardwood, the house is shaping up, and, once I've managed to make peace with it, I bizarrely imagine looking forward to pairing myself to the pace here.

So, whole bunch of bad days, but we had a good one here finally. Plus, you know, I'm no longer Albertan which is fucking fantastic. 

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11 hours ago, JEORDHl said:

So, whole bunch of bad days, but we had a good one here finally. Plus, you know, I'm no longer Albertan which is fucking fantastic. 

After reading about everything you’ve gone through, I’m not sure that makes up for it all.

Okay, after thing about it, that does make up for it all!

I’m so glad your kids like the new world of the left coast!

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Today is a good day because a few days ago I discovered coffee socks are a thing, and now I'm drinking homemade cold brew, which is excellent.

I was reluctant to try in the past as it seemed like too much of a faff filtering things properly, but the coffee sock makes it super easy.

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6 hours ago, Bale's Bald Spot said:

Today is a good day because a few days ago I discovered coffee socks are a thing, and now I'm drinking homemade cold brew, which is excellent.

I was reluctant to try in the past as it seemed like too much of a faff filtering things properly, but the coffee sock makes it super easy.

Coffee socks? There is a Tim Horton's joke in there somewhere. 

My good news is my wife and I got our second shot today. The 5G chip should kick in soon and start streaming Netflix any time now.

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