this morning in bed Anne was moving all over the place. She kept on moving blankets all around me. Consciously trying to wake me up so I’d turn on the computer so she could check her account. So she got me up early. Thanks honey. So I got up to watch the weather channel and the weather channel loves stories on climate change or is it global warming? These flaky environmentalists and their fads. Not all environmentalism are bad, just the global warming nuts. Or is it climate change? Anyway, they showed film footage of another mass demonstration by protestors. I wonder how many of these protestors actually hold down a job to be out during the middle of the day protesting? I think the demonstrating was on a Sunday anyway. This recent round is due to the IPPC releasing another so “called report.” This 4th round is more about political agendas then anything else. Everybody on this debate has an agenda including me. The energy sector here in Alberta is the life blood of our economy. I say screw Kyoto. It’s not practical. Besides, the world has about 80-100 years of oil left including Tar sands oil. There's also no proof that C02 drives climate change. The IPPC/Greenpeace etc love Kyoto. Yet all Kyoto does is punish western economies leaving the real culprits China and India Kyoto exempt! Not only that but China is the wolrds leader in Co2 emmisions and the fastest growing economy in the world Also this last week Australia ratified Kyoto. Yeesh. I’m so sick and tired of hearing about climate change and global warming anyway. So I decided instead to watch a rerun of “Bonanza." Like I said some invironmental issues I can take, like over fishing. How about these massive ammmounts of platic bags proliferating our streets? And what bugs me about all these global warming nuts are the idiots praising Al Gore and the IPPC while they drive their cars into work? The reason why I don't want to debate global warming here because I don't have anyone on my side that's a regular visitor to this blog  I'm not on the global warming bandwagon. 

Allright, Anne was down at “Xscargo” saying they had some musical keyboards there for $40 bucks but the only thing wrong with them is they take batteries. I’d prefer a USB keyboard but I don’t think the ones at The Source have them. If I had the money the real keyboard of choice would be a “Nord Modulator G2X.” But I don’t know if there is a retail distributor here in Edmonton. If I really had the money and if I could find one, I'd rather have a vintage keyboard, like the Rheem Mark 8 or a Philcordia or even a Fender Rhodes or a Gibson 101. I've seen some artists do some pretty crazy things with a G2X and a Metasonic  Tx-1. but im only a beginer. If I had a G2X and the TX-1, I'd blow the breakers out of here for sure.

 Ok I was getting ready for the lodge and I’m rushing to get my suit on when suddenly, I can’t find my keys. They were supposed to be on the hook behind the door underneath the breaker panel. Maybe they were in my jeans from last night. Nope. Not in my coat. I looked everywhere. I was really pissed off as well because I wanted to go to the lodge. I figured maybe Anne took the keys when she went out earlier and or she has them in her pocket at work. So I called Neil maybe he hadn’t left yet and his wife answered but he had been long gone. He left his cell phone behind so there was no way to call him. I had to wait for him below and leave the apartment unlocked. I’m sweating like a pig down there waiting. About 10 minutes of waiting Neil finally shows up. He says he would have been there sooner but had to wait behind a train for 10 minutes. Then to have me tell him why I couldn’t make it for the lodge. Alavar’s installation tonight. Anyway’s I was really pissed off. I explained to Neil what I think happened. I couldn’t leave the apartment unlocked. He understood all that but I could read his face he wasn’t all that happy. So after I let him leave, I called Anne about a half an hour ago and asked her if she knew where my keys were. “Uh-oh.” She just grabbed them when she left for Superstore earlier. Of course keep in mind at this time I still had no idea where my keys were. She said they are in hr mom’s coat. The one with the scarf. I looked around in her junk filled pockets and called her back. “Nothing. Yet. I’ll have another look.” Sure enough, there they were. I missed lodge tonight because Anne scooped up my keys and forgot to replace them on the key rack. I probably should have called hr job earlier to leave her a message. “Can’t find key’s where are key’s?” The thing is it was getting onto 6:50pm. Neil was 10 minutes away. I didn’t think to call her.

Tonight would have been a pretty good night. It was my mistake really from now on I’m not going to hang my key’s up on the post. I couldn’t lock up. It’s not that I don’t think anyone would come along and ransack our apartment but if Anne came home early and after applying the key to the lock and not hearing the familiar sound of the apartment door open with a key, she would have freaked. If it was just my place I would have left with out unlocking the door. But I’d have to rely on a neighbor to let me in probably around 11pm to midnight.

It’s not going to be a complete loss tonight. I can finally complete the rest of the

short story. I still don’t have a title for it. It’s in it’s early stages of the rough draft anyway. Here’s an image of the notorious key chain rack taken after Anne told me where to look for the keys.

Anyway, that’s all for now

e. Jim