Secnarf Sends News

 

I haven't seen hide nor hair of Secnarf

since Justin Trudeau was elected leader of the Liberal Party. 

 

Yesterday she sent a short e-mail saying she's working on a

Rhinoceros - Liberal Coalition. 

 

(She says it's the only way to defeat the Conservatives

and considering that Secnarf runs on the "two votes for every

woman"  platform - she may be right.)

 

Anyway she sent this photo of the Parliament buildings just

before the Victoria Day fireworks.

 

 

 

 

In case you have never been to Ottawa that is the Senate on the

right and the House of Commons on the left.

 

And speaking of politics what a few weeks it has been in

the national collective we call Canada!

 



 

First we watched the pollsters out west  explode when the B.C.

Liberals obliterated the provincial NDP. 

Surprise!

Then Toronto's mayor Rob Ford was (allegedly) caught doing

cocaine! 

 

Really lit up the sky here in south Ontari-ari-ari-oh! 

 

(And lit up TV stations around the world, too.!)

And in Quebec the PQ launched its own firestorm with

a full page ad in the Montreal Gazette explaining why the rights

of Anglophones in the province aren't important.

 

Sacré bleu!

 

And saving the best for last, we ordinary Canadians

watched the implosion of the  former journalistic super nova

called   Senator Mike Duffy. 


The scoundrel!

 

 

Yes, indeedy, my friends, we had an explosive Victoria Day

long week-end this year and Secnarf, as usual was on the job.

I'd e-mail her for more info but she was on her way

to a Rhino party meeting in Gander, Newfoundland.


Hope she took her shovel, they just got 51 cm of snow!

 

Queen Victoria's Superstition

Queen Victoria wearing the Diamond Collet Necklace, Earrings and her large diamond bracelet. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Even though I love them, I can't wear opals.

And apparently, neither could Queen Victoria.

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My mother would have walked across the burning Sahara at noon before she would let me wear her opal ring.

"Opals bring bad luck unless you were born in October," she'd say.

But the ring was pretty and because it was hers it was special to me,

so after she passed away I took it to the jeweler and asked if the old superstition was true.

"Oh no!" the jeweler laughed. 

"Queen Victoria started that old story. 

One day she was wearing an opal brooch  that came undone and exposed the royal bosom."

"How dreadful!" I said thinking of the onlookers.

Now I have to tell you that it was Movember and the jeweler was wearing a rather magnificent mustache.    

Luxuriant and waxed to a fine point it was a sight to behold.

I suppose that was what made me decide to go ahead with my plan.

I mean if you can't trust a woman in a mustache, who can you trust?

I had the ring re-sized.

Six weeks later I was in an ambulance on my way to the hospital paralyzed with sciatica.

The next few months passed in a blur of excruciating nonstop pain and drugs. 

Whatever they tell you, believe me when I tell you that Percocet does not come close to easing nerve pain.

The best that can be said is that I eventually discovered that if I took two Percocet and two gravol it  knocked me out for a few hours.

I never wore the ring again.

I've never had sciatica before or since.  

But I don't blame Queen Victoria. 

I'll be out watching the fireworks this weekend with everyone else.

I blame the jeweler.

Jeesh.

It will be years before I trust another woman in a handle bar mustache.

Have a Happy Long Victoria Day Week-end everyone!