To think, it all started with a column about returning home and a poem about stomach discomfort during a Christmas supper (#BowelMovements).
Now, just over two years later, a few hundred stories and photos, and a couple mojitos (that's tonight's substitute for the Spiced in honour of the warm weather promised this week), it’s time to say a fond farewell to y’all.
But first, I haven’t written a column in recent memory to let me make you feel better about yourselves, so here's one last “highlight”:
The Coffee Conniption - the epitomy of “K-10 Luck”.
On a day that started with a parking ticket for my car spending the night on a Winnipeg street apparently designated for snow clearing (#BetterSignageNeeded), the next series of events didn't brighten up the prospect of a fruitful day.
After purchasing a coffee, K-10 dropped a hashbrown on the floor of the passenger's seat. Reaching over to grab it, he knocked over the coffee which in turn began to spill out onto the car seat like the Red River into the Portage Diversion (too soon?).
The vehicle was then pulled over for cleanup – at which point I apparently masterfully forgot the reason the car was pulled over, and again knocked over the coffee cup, this time spilling it onto the floor.
In a conniptive fit, it was decided the best option would be to chug the coffee (you already know where this is heading) forgetting the selling point of coffee is typically its temperature level, and was left screaming (more like pain-gurgling), ripping off the coffee lid, spitting back into it ( ___ ;) ), and then dumping that seemingly possessed warm beverage (#ExorcismNeeded).
And that's that story.
So, back to the moral of this story.
It's been a blast for the past two years being able to gather news, tell stories and hear the gossip of all us Neepawa folk. And while it's been my job to find, gather and report news, the real pleasure has always been getting to find out the story of the people behind those stories.
That's the reason that (despite the internet-world's best efforts) well-run weekly newspapers in smaller communities will always be successful – because there's nowhere else that us nosy small-town folk are able to find out so much about our neighbours. It's like reality TV with a bit of objectivity and censorship (most of the time).
It's been a pleasure working with the fine folks here at The Press, from Jean at the front to the man at the helms (also the man with a story to match any story you may or may not have) Darren, to the day-to-day folks who come in, to our Filipino columnist Adette and her family who came on board here shortly after my arrival, and who is always planning the next neat pro-community integration event to bring out the yet-fully-untapped potential of an evolving community.
Anyway, just as I can gather enjoyment from watching any of Beyonce’s latest music videos (which I am currently doing), I hope you’ve all enjoyed these little Time Better Spent tidbits over the past couple years.
And while I know not everyone shares the same sense of humour, I hope (if nothing else) these columns helped remind you all that, even in the stressful lives we live, and even in the dumbest/worst situation you may find yourselves, there’s always a way to find a reason to pull out an inverted frown (if I could do it after being hit by lightning, you all have no excuse).
So, until I pass you on the street, in a store, or we find ourselves side-by-side at a urinel, remember to always keep a smile on your face, and I’ll promise to do the same.