A few ob­ser­va­tions from last week

Tri-County Vanguard - - OP-ED - Tina Comeau

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.”

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