Fringe … I’m living on it
Getting old sucks, but getting sick sucks even more. The thing is, when we’re younger, we can shake it off, but the older we are, the harder it is to shake it, period. Well, unless we have a health problem that makes us shake, oh God. I’m not going to get into all the aches and pains and surprises of old age, lord, I don’t want to waste what time I have left here.
I’m on the mend, thank goodness, and life is looking like it may not be too painful. Cataract surgery awaits me next month, but that’s then, and this is now. Not too much has changed to the south of us; the pedophile president is still making life hard for everyone but himself. Here in Canada, we are doing our best to diversify our economy.
We will also have to build up our military, and ultimately, maybe a divorce from our American neighbours. How did it come to this? It must be plain now to everyone that Putin is running the shitshow to the south of us. Alaska was once Russian territory, and I’m sure Putin has designs there, too. I must be feeling better because here I am into politics again… shit!
I’m listening to my local radio station this morning, it’s Cool 98, and ‘sock hop’ time, I love the throwback tunes of yesteryear. Supposed to be 28 C today, and now I’m sorry I’m not at the lake, but, ah well. At least I’m on the mend and feeling pretty good. I’m missing everything happening in the city as well, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother me.
Living all these years, there isn’t much I haven’t seen. The Fringe was last weekend, Folkfest is all in one place now at Prairieland Park, Art in the Park is today at a downtown park, and ‘Rock the River’ is down by the Bessborough. We have a vibrant social scene in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, and I’ve witnessed and been a part of pretty much all of it in past years.
So I don’t feel I’m missing out at all. I still do my share of catering and food trucks, and a lot of miscellaneous events in my dreams, thank you very much! I’m not alone on this. I know from talking to many other owners of catering businesses, it’s impossible to erase. It follows us into our nightmares, and it’s never pretty, and why is that, I wonder?
These dreams are always about help not showing up for work and running out of food (which never happened btw), but it always happens when dreaming. I guess it goes with the territory when we own a business. I used to own four hair salons, and my dreams were always work-related. My dreams morphed from New Year’s Eve hairstyling, from dawn to dusk, to dressing whole roasted hogs for weddings and looking for that dam apple to put in its mouth. Go figure!
I don’t have a job now, but my part-time work a few nights a week, catering to the fiascos that leave me breathless when I awake… thank God I wake up, keeps me on my toes! And I guess that’s the whole point of those stupid dreams. It’s the same as being sick, it makes us aware of how good we have it when we’re NOT SICK, lol.
I’m in my office and was also out on my patio earlier. It’s Sunday, and I’m feeling the best I’ve felt all week. I’m loving my life this morning. I wasn’t earlier in the week, uh uh not at all, and I’m owning up to it. I’m not missing all the hoopla happening around the city; been there, done that. I’m appreciating this amazingly great weather, everything is green, and no smoke!
I guess you could say I’m living on the ‘Fringe’, taking whatever comes my way, and that’s all I can do. My kids are all at the lake, and my place needs some TLC. I need some TLC, too, but living on the ‘Fringe’, I’ll take what I can get. We should make this a thing, “Living on the Fringe”, bring gummies, okay, so I went a little too far, or did I?
What say you?
Copyright August 17th, 2025
ps: The picture has nothing to do with my blog, but omg! I was there and sat in his garden and contemplated my life… ‘Fringe’ living : ) gotta love it.