A few observations from last week

Another week has come and gone.

Here are some observations I made as I sat down to write this column.

Last week a friend of mine – and I can’t blame her – was rejoicing on Facebook the fact that she was asked for her ID at the NSLC.

Why, you may ask? Well, because she’s 43. She hadn’t even brought her ID into the store with her, she noted, because she’s 43. Even though this didn’t happen to me, I shared in her joy.

It reminded me of the time I turned 19 and went to a local bar on my birthday. I had never attempted to sneak into a bar underage before I was of legal age.

Imagine my disappointed when I got to the door that night and wasn’t asked for ID. Appar- ently I looked the right age.

“Awww,” I said to the bouncer. “You’re not going to ID me?”

I don’t go to the NSLC very often but I’ll make sure to bring my ID with me I go. After all, I’m only 48.

Have you noticed how cold things got last week? Might as well blame it on this newspaper. I asked my colleague Carla Allen to write a story about how warm it had been this fall – because it really had been. No word of a law, since the day she passed in that story to be printed it’s been cold, or, at least, colder.

At times we joke about it being a Vanguard curse. It doesn’t rain for weeks and we write a story saying how dry it – the day the paper comes out it’s pouring. Likewise when it comes to snow.

Maybe we should write a story about how cold it’s been the past week in an attempt to warm things up again.

Ever notice how infectious laughter is? You see someone laughing and you join in. That thought crossed my mind last Saturday as we were loading hockey bags into the back of the smaller Mariners bus for a high school hockey trip to Windsor.

One of our players, Shay MacPhee, was loaded the bags in with exact precision. Still, things were getting pretty cramped and so there stood his teammate Zach LeBlanc laughing the entire time.

“Just three more bags,” he’d say when he’d stopped laughing. The problem was, every time Shay put a new hockey bag into the bus another player would drop one off in the waiting pile.

“Just three more bags,” Shay would be told again, who seemed confused since that’s what he had been told 3 bags ago.

Well, Shay got the last laugh in Windsor when it was time to load the bus up. He sat inside while other teammates worked to get the bags to all fit. If I were him I would have just stood there, laughing, saying, “Just three more bags... Just three more bags.”

And lastly, don’t you all think this would be a much more perfect world if we could somehow program daylight savings times into our cats?

It was bad enough that they would come to my room every morning at 6 a.m. to wake me up because they wanted to go outside to do their business. Now, since we turned the clocks back, it’s been 5 a.m.

Hopefully they’ll re- adjust themselves before the clocks move ahead again. Otherwise it’s going to be a long haul between now and March 11, 2018.

“At times we joke about it being a Vanguard curse. It doesn’t rain for weeks and we write a story saying how dry it – the day the paper comes out it’s pouring. Likewise when it comes to snow.”