A wet, wet, wet day (it’s all around)

A very, very wet and stormy day that I spent screaming internally at the complete incompetent who had taken the notes at a council meeting, the minutes of which I now had to translate into French. One sentenced was 16 lines long. Have you never heard of punctuation? As someone who embraces lengthy sentences myself, I was partly amused. But only for a second. The mother of run-on sentences included 25 verbs. Yes, I counted. Almost all of them were in the passive voice. I suspect that the person writing was either an allophone or a francophone. S/he might have been a telephone for all I know.
 
The rain fell all day. Heavily. Wettily. The new drive appears to have stood up to the test. Ottawacker Jr. is okay – not thrilled about the prospect of the operation but nonetheless looking forward to it being referred to in the past tense. Maybe I should only ever refer to it in the passive voice. That would prepare him for life in the work force.
 
Around 4pm, the call from the admitting department at CHEO, where his operation will be done. The woman on it was perfunctory. We had the base information: “Turn up at 10:20am; no food from bedtime the previous night other than apple juice (1 cup) and water (1 cup) and nothing the day of.” All questions we asked were referred elsewhere. Unbelievably to a person with a number she could not provide. Thinking that the person in charge of informing parents about their child’s admission to hospital might be able to provide some information about the current parking snafu (there are some 36 places available at the hospital, others have to park off-site) was obviously an error. All you can do is laugh.
 
Dinner of Chinese dumplings and leftovers.