The end of the noughties, another decade under the wheels. It’s been a busy one.
I started 2000 in denial, declaring that the Millenium didn’t start until 2001. I started it married with two youngish children, just out of a job I’d held for 19 years and now working for myself full time.
Ten years later, and divorced, I have two fine young adults living with me that I’m proud to call my children. I have a wonderful, loving and understanding LAT partner (Ms Canada), a whole new group of friends courtesy of my recumbent cycling. I still fly, but not so often. I also have a few new “virtual” interesting acquaintances/friends right here in this place.
On the down side, the bottom fell out of the market I was working in, and now I’m back working long hours for The Man for subsistence pay.
The Tenties are sure to bring new challenges. By the end of them I’ll be almost 65.
All indications are that I may not retire a wealthy man. But if I can keep my health and have friends, I will be rich indeed.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmoose!

The DC Comics “Captain Marvel” was always about pre-teen wish fulfilment. As I understand it, 12ish Billy Batson, on uttering the magic word “Shazam” would instantly transform into an adult superhero with all the attributes of Superman apart from a Kryptonite allergy. Known either affectionately or disparagingly depending on your superhero allegiance as the “Big Red Cheese”, Cap was all mum and apple pie and goodness. While in the 50’s and 60’s Supes and Bats attracted a cheesy co-pantheon of supporting acts (eg: Supergirl, Krypto the Superdog, Streaky the supercat and a caped horse I can’t for the life of me remember the name of and am not inclined to Google), Cap had a whole Marvel family who transformed in a similar fashion along with some strange pets and hangers-on. They were all squeaky clean, of course.
On one of the discussion groups I frequent, we’re occasionally visited by gentlemen with interesting agendas wanting us to invest time or money in interesting projects.



Thanks to a last minute cracked fork on my recumbent, I rode almost 100km on a mountain bike with knobby tyres this weekend while Ms Canada and I stayed at Meeniyan with friends.
