On the Friday morning of December 22nd there was a mild snowstorm happening when I got up
and it had been blowing all night. A guy in an electric wheelchair was whipping
along the sidewalk across the street and he shouted “Yeehah!”
The storm must have
done something to the water purification plant. The water from my tap that
morning had the same chemical taste that it had for a few days back in the
summer.
I finally got around to tidying up in the
kitchen and opened a letter from Social Services that had been sitting on my
table since at least the beginning of the week. It turned out to be a notice
that my assistance would be cut off because they didn’t receive my income
statement. The letter was dated December 14th but usually we’re
supposed to send in our statement on the 15th of every month. I’d
mailed my statement on Saturday the 16th but I guess they process
the cheques early in December and since I was late for that their computer
automatically sent out a notice. I was guessing that they’d probably received
my income report since then but I called my worker to make sure. She wasn’t
answering so I left a message.
I was thinking that
there might be a before Christmas sale at the Salvation Army thrift store,
since when they have sales they are usually on Fridays. I rode through the
slush to the Sally Ann but the sign on the window said that they only had a
sale on Christmas items and that their clothing sale would be on Boxing Day.
I took a siesta in
the early afternoon and went to sleep right away but ten minutes later I got a
return call from my worker. She told me she hadn’t received my income report
but if I could tell her my income she’d process the info and release a cheque
for me. I tried to go to the OCADU website but my network connection was not
good at that time. She said I could leave the information on her voice mail.
About fifteen minutes later I finally had written down my pay statements and
right then I got a call from Janet, telling me that she’d just gotten my income
statement. That was a relief!
I tried to go back
to sleep but couldn’t, so after less than half an hour of trying I got up and
did some writing. In the early evening I started feeling tired and so I went
down for proper nap.
The origin of
Superman: Mild mannered baby, Clark Kent, after being carried from the
exploding planet Brooklyn by a pregnant Radio City Rockette was bitten at the
moment of birth by a radioactive building superintendent. Born with janitorial
and maintenance skills far behind those of a normal human being, he’s part
super and part man. He’s Superman!
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