My One and Only Political Comment

Man, getting hotter now…at least warmer than before—and no rain for the past few days. For this place, any time without torrential downpours is like a vacation; especially when we’re coming out of winter (aka the rainy season).

I’ve noticed something lately…I’ve been blogging much less than before. At first, I thought it might be that I have less to say—but that’s not all that likely. More like I have less time to do it now. Even on the train (where I am now) I usually take the trip to write a 1-pager on whatever topic the brokers are asking about at the moment. Believe it or not, blogging takes a bit of energy—arranging thoughts, getting it down and uploading to the net (adding pictures is another time-consuming step). So, why did I blog so much before: I had the time. In Korea my position was mostly ceremonial. I did work, but much of the time my duties were allotted over a pretty generous amount of time. Now, I have the same number of hours, but more to do. I also have to manage about 30 relationships at a time with the brokers and others…like clients, lawyers and accountants. I like it, though. Now when I wake up I can think of 5-10 things to do…in Korea it was ‘hurry up and wait’ much of the time.

So, what to talk about now. I’m an avowed apolitical type, but Paul Martin’s address yesterday was a little refreshing. I remember Bill Clinton and his, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,“ bullshit so P.M. Martin’s talk was good. Seemed like he was slapping himself in the face before someone did it for him—and now the opposing parties can do nothing more than call him “desperate”; they can’t say that he’s saying too little too late because it certainly wasn’t that. He seemed…well…Canadian—not slick, not mumbling about someone else’s mistakes. He said, basically, “Hey, it happened on my watch so let’s get this investigation done and you [Canada] can take a look at the face and vote me out if you like, or not.” Kinda scary, actually, that a P.M. would do as close to the right thing as possible (there really is no right thing…stepping down would be premature and decimate the party and, more or less, the country’s pride and denying it would definitely be brutal).

Ok enough politics—I won’t comment on it again until there is another special address or something, honest.

The gal next to me has 2 Tupperware tubs on her lap. Mmmmm…cookies. Those, and an Anne of Green Gables book. You know, I’ve never had (and probably never will) have the inkling to read those kinds of books—although so many ‘foreigners’ come to places like P.E.I. to see the green-gabled house itself. You know my bent: I like finance books. Man, this gal has some heeeavy perfume on. Good thing the train is at the station now. Phew!