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Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
Occasionally, I succumb to a great
disenchantment with life. At those times
I feel that some days are bad, and all
the others are badder.
Yesterday was one of the badder ones.
It began at 2 a.m., which I think anyone
will agree is a bad time to start a day.
I had the Gallipoli disease.
It's called this for two reasons. First,
it was rampant among the poor sods
trying to capture Gallipoli in. World War
I, when the Australians lost more men
to dysentery than they did to Turks.
Second, it keeps you galloping, back
and forth, forth and back, until there's
something like a tunnel between your
bedroom and your bathroom.
Eventually, you are so weak it's an
effort to pick up a Kleenex and have a
honk.
Enough to make a bad day, you'd
say. Oh, no. It had to be badder. That's
the Way the gods work. When they
single you out for a going-over, they're
not going to be happy with a mere case
of dire rear.
After waiting for' months for me to
organize some storm window work, my
wife had finally got cracking, which she
should have done ,in the first place, and
hired two young men to take off and wash
and put back the storm windows. Four
of them had been removed last spring
and sat in the patio all summer, ga-
thering twigs and dead flies. The others
had never come off. The windows, that
is.
Looking through them was like having
a bad case of myopia. You could tell
there was light coming through, but
everything else was just a sort of blur.
Anyway, she had hired two of the
most unlikely window-washers in town,
a couple of former students of mine.
Personally, though I like the pair, I
wouldn't hire them to dig a grave.
For a cat.
However, as they weren't on welfare
or unemployment insurance at the time,
they leaped at the opportunity. After
they'd checked on the going rate and agreed
it was adequate. Barely.
Not that they were immature or any-
thing . Oh, no. They'd done their Grand
Tour of Europe. One had spent SIX weeks
in jail in the Netherlands. They'd had four
or five jobs Since, in such productive in-
dustries as leatherwork and Making health
food.,
well, they arrive to do the windows the
day I am' altnost on bands and knees With
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the Gallipoli. Bright and early. Eleven
a.m.
All I want to do is crawl into bed and
feel forsaken. No chance. A brisk ringing
of the doorbell. "Well, here we are",
cheerily. A groan from me.
They had a long ladder borrowed from
a long-suffering father. Nothing else. I
guess they were going to pry the windows
off and wash them with the ladder. My wife
mustered cloths and cleaning fluid. I dug
up a hammer and screw-driver, which took
me many minutes and many oaths.
They set to work, and I nearly had a
nervous breakdown. I cowered in the
living-room. They're right there at the
windows, grinning cheerfully, smearing
the dirt around on the panes. They need a
step-ladder. Haul it up from the basement
with the last possible ounce of strength.
Retreat to the bedroom. There's one of
them up there, perched on the ladder,
shouting at me to whack the storm windows
from the inside. I whack and shudder,
waiting, cringing, for the sound of a sir-
foot storm window shattering into tiny bits.
Or the sound of the ladder crashing
through the inside window. Or the thud of
a body hitting the turf. Wonder whether I
have insurance to cover, first, the glass,
second, the body. No idea.
This went on for a couple of hours.
Shouts, imprecations, poundings. I was
in a state of collapse and the old lady
wasn't much better. I was wishing I'd
gone to school, even on a stretcher.
But I guess the gods, besides torment-
ing people like me, look after those who
need looking after. Neither of them fell,
even as much as eight feet. They finished
the job. And they were there, very
business-like, for the cheque. They also
had some terse remarks about the inade-
quacy of our cleaning materials and we
felt properly guilty.
Try it some day when you have the
Gallipoli and a couple of nitwits doing
your storm windows. A badder day.
But it wasn't over. I finally got to
bed, whimpering with relief. My wife
came in and said she's been talking to
our daughter, who haS a great rip-off
idea. She's going to Cuba, and has a plan;
she'll write a couple of columns for me,
free. All I have to do is pay her for
them. Saddest. However, silver lining
department. )3y staying at home, I had
miSsed a three-and.-a-quarter hour staff
meeting, which is an abomination on the
face of the earth.
So, all in all, maybe not stieh aba.d day,
after all.
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New election regulations
Municipal elections across Ontario
are being carried out under new rules
this year. While the whole procedure
will not be completed until December
4th when voting takes place, nomin-
ations, the first step in the elec-
tion pro*cess, ended last week.
Perhaps it is too early to assess
the success or otherwise of the new
regulations under which nominations
may be accepted over a period of
several days and each nominee must
be nominated by at least ten rate-
payers.
But one conclusion, at least, has
emerged and that is that new laws
cannot ensure a change in the atti-
tude of ratepayers in their lack of
concern as to what happens in their.
municipality.
In Seaforth a handful of people
turned out for an information meet-
ing when members of council and other
bodies'reported on activities during
the year. While the top three posit-
ions were filled by acclamation,
interest in positions on council was
at such a low ebb that a second nom-
ination is_necessary. However, an
election to select two PUC Commis-
sioners will take place.
Similarily in Tuckersmith where
major changes in the structure of
the township are pending and where
to an increasing extent there is a
growing urbanization only sufficient
people to fill the council positionS
were nominated. There seemed to be
no curiosity or even interest in the
impact which new and large communi-
ties will have on the agriculturally
centered economy that for more than
a hundred years has served the town-
ship.
However, just to indicate that con-
clusions of any kind perhaps are pre-
mature is the situation in Brussels.
Not a single ratepayer - other than
elected officials - turned up at a
public meeting called to discuss the
affairs of the village. Yet in the
face of this apparent apathy when
nominations had closed every elective
position from Reeve to PUC Commis-
sioners was being contested.
"Oon't think of it as losing a daUghter,..think of it as gain-
ing a soh."