Watching a hostile takeover of the company I built ... seeing years of blood sweat and tears just slip into someone else's hands, and being powerless to stop it.
For the first time, we have successfully hunted for a Christmas tree. A bit Charlie Brownish, but it's nice and straight and not one of those cultured abominations. It was also free!
Getting hooked again. Negan's egomaniacal proclivities have gotten him into deep yoIgurt on several fronts. He is, no doubt, marked for demise, which might be the product of a collaboration.
Yeah its been a real struggle for me. I guess, spiritually speaking, it shows me where my pride is... so maybe that'll be a valuable lesson. I just poured the last 3 years of myself into this venture and I'll be lucky to come out with my shirt on.
Still getting used to this cold weather (probably routine for Kierk). And Vancouver has more snow than us.
I'm actually in New Brunswick at the moment, and it's been snowing ever since we landed in Halifax (November 25th). I don't miss winter. Not. one. bit. Heading off to even-colder-land at the end of the week.
That's what I was thinking of. It's been hitting lows of about -22°C lately. At least there is little to no wind.
Personally, I don't think "pride" is involved. I think you have every right to be pleased when you help build a business from the ground up and you have every right to be upset when you see it crumbling.
Watching a family launch miniature hot-air balloons- maybe 24 cubic inches. They get a decent little fire going in the basket, which promptly causes the colorful, translucent balloon ( don't know what fabric) rise some 1,000 feet before flaming out over the ocean.
Delivered a beautiful young woman to a Christmas oriented prison ministry program today. Certainly made my day. She said the inmates love hearing the word of God and the music and greatly appreciate the outreach.
Tried taking my mind off my legal turmoils by building a snow castle for my kids. 26 tightly packed bricks molded from a Rubbermaid storage container, and about 30 wagon loads of snow "mortar". I don't know how the Inuit did it.