It’s spring — bring on the potholes and puddles


Out with the Ides of March and let’s get on with spring, no matter how wet it might get to be.

There is no doubt that once all that snow turns to slush, all sorts of fun stuff will appear in our neighbourhoods, including pot holes, puddles and all the junk that has been blown around and buried over the past six long months of a rather tough winter.

How great it will be to see those little rivers of runoff trying to find the drains, a chance for some to finally take down their outside Christmas decorations, and maybe even the joy of hearing a songbird frantically trying to find a mate and a place to nest. While many of us might even enjoy cleaning out our garages and vehicles, it will also be nice to breath some fresh air without freezing our lungs, the wind will hopefully turn warm and everyone can now get pumped about registering for spring sports and summer camps.

During this coming of the ‘wet’ season, a few community courtesies should include trying not to splash the pedestrians, cleaning up our own little piece of nature, and keeping our sidewalks and steps clear. Please always respect those municipal workers who will soon be out filling dreaded potholes, putting signs back up, sweeping the streets, and transforming our communities, roads, and highways back in time for the glorious spring turn green mode.

My questions of the week!

• Like many of you I watched some of the Women’s World Curling Championship from Denmark, while really wondering why there are hardly any fans watching the action. I’m sure that if this event were hosted anywhere in Canada the rinks would be packed and these talented athletes would be getting the support and cheers that they so richly deserve.

• Is it really necessary at this delicate point of our nation’s economic rebuilding stage to spend $300 million on a federal election to see if the other bunch might be able to do any better than the party that is currently trying to do the job? Of course our democratic freedom and right to choose is vitally important, but wouldn’t it make sense to have the election process more regulated and organized like we have in our municipal elections as well as those in the United States? In these ‘quickie’ elections the taxpayers (who pay the bills) only have a short time to decide, listening to a barrage of parties taking shots at each other and making future promises, of which many are never kept. Meanwhile, a whole lot of excited candidates are already out knocking doors and sticking their signs in the snow banks, and I guess we need to compliment them by casting our vote on May 2.

• On this always temperamental subject of politics, possibly an election call will be the best opportunity for some of our long-standing elected officials to make a decision on their future? We all can’t help but notice while watching the daily parliamentary sessions and reading the papers that some of these veterans at all levels of government are starting to become complacent, grumpy, critical and not really open to new ideas! Yes, these MLAs, MPs, mayors, councillors, and administrators have taken the heat and served their constituents well, but maybe it is time for some of them to graciously consider stepping down to look at retirement, new challenges, or to just enjoy some more precious time with family?

Red Skeleton’s hilarious recipe for a perfect marriage.

• I take my wife everywhere, but she keeps finding her way back.

• We always hold hands. If I let go, she starts to shop.

• She has an electric blender, toaster, and bread maker. She said, ‘There are too many gadgets and no place to sit down.’ So I bought her an electric chair.

• I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. ‘Somewhere I haven’t been in a long time,’ she said. So I suggested the kitchen.

• Always try to remember that marriage is the number 1 cause of divorce.

• I married Miss Right. I just didn’t know that her first name was ‘Always.’

• Two times a week we go out to a nice restaurant, have a little beverage, good food, and companionship. She goes on Tuesdays and I go on Fridays.

• She got a mudpack and looked great for two days. Then the mudpack fell off.

• I haven’t spoken to my wife in 18 months. I don’t like to interrupt her.

• I have to admit that our last fight was my fault. My wife asked, ‘What’s on the TV?’ I said, ‘Dust!’

As the late and great comedian would say with a big smile, ‘And may God Bless.’ Have a great week, all of you!