But she never escaped my mind, and I just grew

Spring in Winnipeg means one certain thing: construction. Every year, after the snow melts away, fleets of trucks and workers in dirty jeans and orange vests descend on the city to "fix" the potholes.

Now I don't know who plans this massive infrastructural undertaking, but I really have to question their wisdom when it comes to organizing the work. For those of you who don't know, Winnipeg is divided by a major river. There are several bridges scattered along the Assiniboine that one can use to get from one side to the other. If you're driving from the south of the city to the centre or, heaven forbid, the north, you have a few major roadways that lead to these bridges. And every year when the flowers are starting to bloom and the trees beginning to bud, city workers rip up all those roadways... at the same time. Rather than use the majority of the workforce to fix two or three major roadways quickly, the city decides to use small teams to start work on 20 different projects. So no matter which way you choose to drive, you're stuck while a huge cement mixer attempts an eighty-seven point turn. And, as an aside, a big thank you to the genius who invented the beeping device that lets people know when big trucks are backing up. Genius!

When I was in kindergarten I learned a number of valuable lessons that I have carried with me during my 30 plus years on this stupid, God-forsaken orb we call "Earth"; perhaps the simplest and most profound was this: don't move on something else until you finished with what you're doing. Ah, childish logic. You want to play with blocks? Well, you have to put the Magic Doodle away first. You want to tear up Waverley? You have to put Pembina Highway back in order first.