The Husband has been the last hold-out in the mobile industry. He has scoffed and sneered at mobile phones and all the apps I play with on a regular basis.

Well, his company just gave him a phone. A BlackBerry (I know, I know, but let’s start him small). I’m going to spend this weekend tricking it out and teaching him how to use it. And I will get him so addicted to mobile technology that I’ll no longer have his friends sending me asinine texts to relay to him.

My days as an e-carrier pigeon might finally be over!

There’s a woman in a meeting with my boss, and she’s pretty much who I want to be when I grow up.

She’s not young, let’s be honest. But she looks good. She takes care of herself, has a great sense of humour, and is very kind. It doesn’t hurt that she’s from Montreal too, because everyone knows that people from Montreal always look good. I don’t know why that is, but it’s true. They’ve got a natural panache, yet they look like real people. It’s bonkers.

But it also gives me hope. See, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about middle age, and what it all means. And I’m not content with the idea of life being merely 9-5, then home to fix up the house and socialize on weekends and wait for retirement and death while watching the waistlines swell. That’s bullshit.

Sure, skin will wrinkle and sag, but if you take care of yourself and put a little attention into your appearance, you can look good regardless of what’s written on your birth certificate. This woman is proof.

It’s not just about appearance, although that’s part of it. It’s about stretching your mind and trying new things. What’s wrong with learning to play guitar when I turn 50? Why shouldn’t I learn Japanese now, rather than lament not learning it years ago? I want to dance, so why not find a class and go?

This planet of ours is huge. There are places to see and people to meet and I want to visit as much of this Earth as I can before it’s time to shuffle loose this mortal coil.

But I think the biggest thing is to laugh. A lot. Loudly. Laugh at fart jokes, physical pratfalls, whatever makes you giggle. And laugh at yourself, because life is easier that way.

I know we can’t have it all, but I don’t see why we can’t aim for an extra helping now and then.

The overhead bins were banging, the whole floor was shaking.

I don’t like earthquakes!

“You get the most noise from the emptiest barrels.”

Burton Cummings, Permissible To Cry.

I’m very tired today and completely unable to concentrate. I’d like a long vacation, particularly from the shit that keeps running through my head.

Hey - remember that post earlier this week about the mouse in my house?

Well, he’s no longer in my house.

I went downstairs to make breakfast and feed the cat, and noticed that there were mouse turds in the trap. I looked closer and there he was, hiding in the corner, all gray fur and eyes and ears and tail. And very much alive.

The no-kill trap works!

There’s a building down the street from us that’s currently abandoned and scheduled to be converted to executive townhouses (yay property values, but that’s another post). I took the trap over there and set the little fellow free. And I left him the bait just in case he got hungry later.

I’m hoping that’s the last we see of him or his kind, but I think I’m going to buy a few more traps this weekend and set them up in the basement, just in case. Because the no-kill approach does work, and it’ll help keep your karma clean.