Although I don’t ever see myself as truly being a Saskie, I feel that now is the time to admit that I no longer feel like a visitor. Life has regained a certain sense of normalcy and I am no longer surprised by things that occur here. So with that it is time to retire the gRegina thread. It’s been fun to write about and I’m sure there are things that will come up that will be somewhat alien to me. At the same time I’m not sure that they’ll be any more alien to me than they would if I still lived in Alberta.

I knew from the instant I woke up that the day was going to be filled with insanity. I wasn’t quite sure what I was in for, but I knew that my past experiences at a CFL football game were going to be blown out of the water. Unfortunately the Riders home opener was against my beloved Eskimos – a team for which I had been taught to cheer for my entire life. Having a diehard Esks fan for a father who had season tickets for 25 years does that to you.

I’m a multi-talented guy, but the talents I was about to exploit weren’t part of my everyday skill set. To be honest I had never done pretty much any of the things I was about to undertake. I figured I was at least as handy as some of those people on “Flip This House” and they managed to survive it, so how bad can it be? I began my plight shortly after taking possession of my condo. I carefully (maybe careful isn’t the right word) removed the stunning pink rubber baseboards. I had many ideas for crazy uses, but never came up with one that seemed exciting enough for me to bother attempting it – I’ll admit the slingshot idea had its merits. Next I removed the equally stunning pink carpet that had been stained various colors over the nearly three decades it lay on that floor. I can’t imagine how many beverages were spilled during that time frame in an apartment across from the university – among other things that may have “spilled” onto the floor. Take that comment wherever you like, I’m sure whatever you’re thinking about was probably “spilled” there at one point or another. I probably should have worn gloves, but I’m male and being sensible isn’t always one of my strengths.