
But the past month or 2 has been pretty calm. Life continues and I'm finding stuff to laugh about here and there.
First of all, Dad decided to buy himself a motorcycle. He has been talking about it for years, but Mom was against it, so he never did. Now he can, we we have spent alot of time bike shopping for him. But I insisted he take a rider training course before he bought one. So he signed up.
The course was 3 consecutive days, and the last day they took the test and got a bike license if they passed. The first day went well even though it rained most of the day. Dad was wearing my Alpinestars Drystar jacket so he was fine. The rider training place is only about 2 blocks from the new job I got, so I went over at lunch to watch a bit and see how Dad was doing on the second day. There was nothing going on, no bikes, no people, no nothing... when I got home that night I asked Dad what was going on. Seems anther student had a brainfart that morning and ran down the instructor. I know it speaks badly of me, but I found that to be fairly humorous (sorry Mister Instructor Guy... get well soon). The instructor had called everyone in to gather around and talk about the next exercise and one older student got confused and nailed the throttle coming in, and then nailed the instructor, taking him out for the duration. So the class got canceled and has yet to be re-scheduled, so Dad is bikeless at this point.
That was a couple of weeks ago. Dad has been looking for a sporty car to play with in the meantime. But he loves to car shop and haggle with salesmen, so it kept him occupied and that's a good thing.
Now usually I go out the front door to where I park the car to go to work in the morning, but Fridays is garbage pick-up day, so I go out the garage and take the bins out for collection. Yesterday I open the garage door and instead of having to sidestep the big Lincoln SUV that was Mom and Dad's primary vehicle, I nearly tripped over a brand new '08 Corvette. Dam near broke my ankle on the front 'bumper' that sits 6 inches off the ground.
Seems Dad finally decided to trade in the SUV because it reminded him of Mom too much, so he went 180* the other way and got hisself a toy he always wanted. Very unlike him. That's all well and good, but he got a ZR-51 package and some other modifications and this car cranks out over 550 hp at the back wheels, is mostly carbon fiber and has plastic windows... it weighs about the same as I do. And goes like Fluck! Last night we went out for a test drive, and he let me drive at first. I had fun and scared Dad for awhile, then we stopped and had a burger. I told Dad to drive home, but he didn't want too. Seems he is a little scared of his new car, lol. So I got to drive home too and showed him a bit more of what his new car can do. Now it is looking like I might inherit a very low mileage Vette without having to lose Dad in the process.

Sure, I'm easily entertained these days, and these things wouldn't normally tickle my funny bone so much, but after the last year or so, they do the trick just fine.
Now I'm out the door to go back to the house I still have in Stettler where I keep all my furniture and stuff we have no room for here to mow the lawn and check up on things. It's 120 miles away and I may take the Vette just for shitz-n-giggles.
Keep on smiling.... even if it hurts.
