I Am Going To Kill You - Part Deux

 

...if I can catch you. 

This is a Great Blue Heron flying away with a baby alligator in its mouth.

With Mama gator in hot pursuit.

I think that heron better sleep with one eye open.....

"I Am Going To Kill You"

 

Hey! Branksome Hall Reads My Blog

It was only yesterday that I embarrassed girls' school Branksome Hall with my devastating blog post and today they have already changed their banners, from the "Be Remarkable" challenge to little girls, to.....

"Fiercely Independent".

This girl doesn't look any happier than yesterday's. 

Honey, how are you going to be fiercely independent today?

Mom, I'm going to smoke pot and shack up with my boyfriend.

No Pressure...

 

Honey, how are you going to be remarkable today?

Mom, I just want to play with my friends.

Honey, don't disappoint me, tell me three ways you will be remarkable today.

Branksome Hall, if you haven't already guessed, is a high end girls' university-preparatory "World School".  Whatever that is.

Poor little things.....

That's all the info I could get on it as I'm now not allowed within 50 yards of the place.  They were just photos for a blog post I told them.....  [Ed. note:  😏 ]

Good On Them

Wandering the streets of Toronto this week you'd be forgiven if you had no idea Remembrance Day was coming up. 

Including me, the total number of people I saw wearing a poppy was one.  Me.

However, I was pleased to see that Manulife had turned their headquarters into a tribute to our fallen solders.

Hundreds of Canadian flags blanketed their front lawn.

And bookending their main entrance was another tribute....

...lest we forget.

Forget what?

The ultimate sacrifice made by thousands of military personnel to fight for and win the freedoms we enjoy today. 

Nothing better captures that thought than the famous World War I poem, In Flanders Fields.  Written by Canadian Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in 1915.

So many people today take for granted these freedoms and the sacrifices made to keep these freedoms.

On a personal note, this has always been a favourite poem of mine, as it was also one of my mother's favourites.

Why?

She was born in 1915 and went to the same Guelph high school as John McCrae, where by that time he was a treasured alumni.  

He served in World War I as solder, surgeon and poet and died in 1918.

Read that poem again....lest we forget.

I Didn't See That Coming

 

From a guy who was out of shape and embarrassing to watch at third base in 2020 to a Gold Glove winner at first base in 2022.  A Gold Glove is awarded to the best defensive player at each position. 

75% of the Gold Glove vote comes from baseball managers (you can't vote for your own guy) and the remaining 25% is based on advanced sabermetrics (defensive runs saved, ultimate zone rating).  

Quite the turnaround.

Well done, Vladdy.