Two Cents Worth
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As far as award shows go there wasn’t much in the way of controversy, craziness or fashion.
Though all the boys looked really good, the 2014 NHL Awards didn’t have much to ooh and awh over, no revealing gowns, no Winston jewels, no stupid jokes, no less than witty banter. Other than Cuba Gooding Jr. winding it out a bit too much, it was a pretty sedate event.
Being a fan of award shows, I have to admit, even though it lacked the glitz and glamour, it was one of the best awards shows I have seen in a while. Those rough and tumble hockey players gave the best acceptance speeches, short, succinct, genuine with just the right touch of humility and they always acknowledged they owed the honour to their team. They behaved like gentlemen with class and dignity. It was nice to see.
I know hockey is perceived as a brutal sport with all that hitting, checking, fighting and brawling. There has, over the years, been some questionable antics, like the Russians' penchant for kicking, back in the old days, and Gordie Howe’s love of spearing, but you know, I can’t remember ever hearing about biting. But then most of them don’t have front teeth.
Have been doing some doctoring lately. Not only did the various specialists not find anything wrong with me, I have been informed my bladder is perfect. Not just good, not just operating efficiently, but perfect. That can’t be said of much else on me but it’s nice to know I do have some perfection even if it is unseen by the masses.
While going through all this, I have read lots of magazines. You know waiting takes the longest time when seeing doctors or having tests. Some facilities do not supply any reading material because of the possibility of transferring germs from one patient to another. I don’t text or whatever everyone else is doing on handheld devices so I take along something to read.
When there are magazines available I check out the latest home décor trends even though the publications are months and sometimes years old. I update myself on fashion, the goings on of celebrities and world events. Sometimes I do this for a few minutes and sometimes for hours. The wait times for specialists, I found, are much less than for GPs and hospital tests. I did get to read several magazines at one specialist as he had to go to the hospital to deliver a baby. What can you do, babies come when they are ready.
One thing I have found to be a serious irritation is when people tear out parts of pages or entire pages from the magazines. Don’t they realize it ruins it for the next person reading it?
Often you read a story about some new food or different ways to prepare foods and there are lots of photos and nutritional information but the recipes are supplied somewhere near the back of the magazine. It is really aggravating when you get to the recipe part and there are parts missing, ripped out. It’s especially irritating when they tear out the very recipe I was going to tear out.