Mac On The Road - Day Three (Epilogue...)

It’s over. Well, after today’s shortened session, the “Easing The Burden of Diabetes” conference I’m here in Toronto attending wraps up, and I’m back off to Calgary, to see if Mrs. That Dan Guy has spent the entire past few days in Bingo Palace dabbing her little heart out. She does love to Bingo...

Just a few thoughts - this event I believe is intended to set the scope and direction for the Canadian Diabetes Association for the next few years, and 12 separate topics have been brainstormed. Can’t wait to see which one gains the dominant theme by day’s end. I’m putting my money on “Less sugar, more carrots”!!

The morning after I arrived here, I discovered that even though I had managed to remember packing a deck of cards, sunscreen, lint brushes, shoe horns, hand cream and a collapsible umbrella in my travel bag, I had in fact failed to bring a hair brush - not something that is entirely necessary for a rampaging bladie, but it does tend to groom those wayward remaining hairs.

This set me off on a tour of hotel and airport “gift” shops, where something like a single Kleenex can run upwards of twenty dollars. After searching out what I though to be the best deal, I returned to my room, and put the new brush into use. When the scars close and heal, I should be able to brush my hair once more. It was as effective (and soothing) as a garden weed remover. I’m not sure a switchblade knife could have sliced me better.

Finally, just a note for future trips. My room was on the third floor, which sounds lofty - not penthouse lofty, but lofty enough.

As I am wont to do when I arrive at hotel rooms, I took off most of my external clothing, to allow my body to breath in the relaxing ambience of the room. I noticed that the window was open, but it was the third floor after all. So, clad only in my underwear, I ambled over to close the blinds.

Which looked down on a second-floor parkade, extremely active I thought for that time of the day. So far, no representative from the hotel has visited my room, so the I believe I may escape charges of indecent exposure. One thing for sure, I will not dance towards an open window again...

Off to my meetings!

Chow for now...