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Here I am. I’m all hopped up on beer and discount Easter candy, so I’m  in a great mood to read the letters to council this week.

Alan Thomarat wishes to speak to council next week. (He’s the head of the home builder’s association in Saskatoon.) Since it is Alan Thomarat’s desire to completely blanket the greater Saskatoon area with bestuccoed pressed-cornflake castles, I imagine we all know what he is going to say.  Hello Mr Thomarat! I’m sure you’re doing exactly what you get paid to do and a good job of it as well.

Next, a letter with U of R letterhead. It’s from the Faculty of Social Work, Saskatoon campus. They would like to discuss the adoption of an anti-bullying bylaw. While I most emphatically agree that bullying is a terrible, tragic, and ultimately needless form of persecution that is perpetuated by members of society at all ages and stages of life, I wonder if the adoption of a bylaw would be merely symbolic. (As we all know, bylaws are nothing without enforcement in our current society, my lawn get off it etc. etc.) At any rate, as this is a mainly symbolic gesture I expect Council will fall all over themselves getting it passed.

Apparently the  town of Hanna has an anti-bullying bylaw. Ha, you were expecting me to make a Nickelback joke there, weren’t you? Snoopopaths. You can get fined $100 for being a bully in Hanna, and $250 if it’s not your first offence. No, I am not going to make a Nickelback joke. It’s too predictable, like toothpaste Oreos on April 1.

Jazzfest is June 21 to July 1st this summer. They’re applying for an extension under the noise bylaw. I will be making a very small part of that noise as I have two tickets to Metric this year! Eleven years I have been living in this city and this is the first time I’ve been to Jazzfest. Other things I have managed to avoid doing so far: eating at the Blue Diamond, hearing the Sheepdogs, having my bike stolen, and getting propositioned by a bunch of skeevy dudes in a van on Idylwyld. Oh wait, the last one actually happened. (It was a long night of dancing at the Branch and there were no cabs, a situation we are all familiar with. So we decided to walk home to College Drive at 2 am. In January. In bar clothes. We got to 24th and 2nd before the rest of our friends showed up, in a cab. As you can guess, I am very much for increasing the number of cab licenses.)

Montgomery is holding a “Celebrating our Veterans and Community Heritage” day in the park. They want to set off some fireworks after 10 pm.  I dunno, you guys. This seems risky. Are you sure?

HMCS Unicorn is notifying Council of the Battle of the Atlantic, scheduled to take place on May 5th, 2013. Wait, what? Oh, it’s the 70th anniversary. Fun fact: Saskatoon is special when it comes to the Navy – we have a boat named after us. (The reason why the naval outpost in Saskatoon is named HMCS Unicorn is that we have more chance of seeing that particular ungulate in Saskatoon rather than the eponymous boat.) The Wiki link about HMCS Saskatoon is brief but informative – the captain’s desk is named Cranberry Flats and Idylwyld Drive is one of the main corridors on the ship. I suppose we can all guess what is the maritime equivalent of Bare-Ass Beach. The top speed of HMCS Saskatoon is a vigorous 27.78 km/h, which makes it a good poster child for the 30 km/h safe neighbourhoods speed limit zone initiative. (I want 30 km/h zones in all neighbourhoods. I figure this should prevent me from ever running for council.)

Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church (Foot of the Broadway Bridge tm) wants an extension under the noise bylaw, but unlike those hoodlums and yahoos in Montgomery, they want to start before 11 am. If you live near Friendship Park, prepare to be converted by the power of their worship starting at 10:35 am on May 26th which is not May Long, thank…uh, thank Odin, I guess. Some things are still sacred.

Ashu M. G. Solo has filed a human rights complaint, officially, against the city. Oh goodie. I can hardly wait for more hateful, racist rhetoric directed against this individual. I don’t much care for his methods or hill he has chosen to die on, but certain people who declare themselves Christians are the ones who are letting down the side here. I think some people have made the mistake that since I have been known to exhibit snark, I am down with racism and bullying. Let me assure you that this is altogether not the case, and if I have given you any cause to presuppose this, please let me know what I have done or said that I may rectify it.

Tourism Saskatoon is submitting their audited financial statements, if you care. ( I know you do.) It’s on p. 430.

An individual, from, uh, TrojanOne, wants to have a ball-hockey tournament on May 25th. I am not making this up. TrojanOne is “a full-services marketing agency…[who] works with blue-chip clients to plan, develop, execute and evaluate integrated brand marketing solutions, comprising all aspects of sponsorship, event and promotional marketing, from strategic planning and program creation through to communications support and program evaluation.” I have just realized that I am in the entirely wrong field. OK. Let me just say this. You are a brand managing consultancy and you picked the one word that is irrevocably associated with a popular prophylactic. I just…I just…I just feel like there is some negative synergy here. Do you guys feel it? Okay, maybe it is just me.

Saskatchewan in motion (their italics, not mine) have submitted a letter urging Council and the administration to provide opportunities for kids to be physically active and to have safe routes to school and play. I think a lot of woes could be solved or avoided by having infrastructure in place so that children of school age can get to and from school by themselves. Yes, that’s right, I want children to die. (I’m just trying to build up a large stable of controversial statements that can be used against me should I ever fall ill and decide to run for office.)

p. 459 is the agenda for the AGM of the Mendel Art Gallery.

p. 463 is the beginning of a deluge of outraged Avenue I residents who are upset at Councillor Davies’ suggestion last meeting that Avenue I be attached to Circle Drive in order to facilitate Ward 4 traffic flow. I feel that Mr Davies is learning a hard lesson in brand management here. As someone who uses Avenue I occasionally as a bike route to get over to Confed, I concur with their observations that Avenue I is in need of some traffic management already. (Also I have a special fondness for that area since I like the idea of living on Avenue H for purely eponymous reasons.) I won’t go into each individual letter here, but it’s heartening to see a group of citizens who pay close attention to what comes out of councilpersons’ mouths during a publicly broadcast meeting.

Now we have some notices of hearing. Who is being naughty this month?

A developer in Evergreen wants to put up a buttress. Yes, you read that correctly. They want to attach a buttress to their building. Are buttresses a thing now? I feel like they should be a thing. Buttresses.

Yet another person is trying to make their entire backyard into a garage. This happens so frequently, it’s unfortunate. People: stop trying to make your backyards into garages. It’s not cool, and you’re wasting Shellie Bryant’s time. If you want your entire backyard to be a garage you can’t live in the suburbs. I’m afraid that’s how it works.

Good heavens. A billboard company wants to put up a digital billboard at 25th and Idylwyld. Fortunately the city has not allowed it since there is another billboard close by, but the company is appealing the ruling. In case you missed it, I absolutely loathe electronic billboards. I hate them so, so much. It fills me with joy when they malfunction. They are nasty, distracting, and unnecessary, and I boycott companies that advertise on them. How they are ever allowed, I am not sure. You cannot even see the traffic lights in front of them. Incidentally, if you feel as strongly as I do, send a letter to the Secretary, Development Appeals Board, City Clerk’s Office, City Hall, Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, S7K OJ5 or email development.appeals.board@saskatoon.ca. For further information etc. call 975-2783.

Spring is in the air – Councillor Paulsen is receiving letters about the Crocus Park spray pad. This time, it is from Dr Peter Hull, a dermatologist and professor at the U of S. He works 12-hour days at the hospital and feels like the use of the spray park is violating his right to have a peaceful environment as well as the Noise Bylaw. He wants a wall around it and does not care if that causes a surge in crime as the rink behind the school is not visible from the road and there has not been a surge in crime there. You know, I have disagreed often with Myles Heidt in the past, but I am becoming rather fond of his phrase “if you want good bus service,  you should buy a house on a bus route.” Aside from recommending that you look up the location of said spray park, I am just going to leave it at that. Far be it from me to take on a dermatologist.

The next letter, from Avenue K N, contains this delightful sentence: “I find it offensive and discriminatory that your eBill system is not set up to deal with Macintosh computers.” This man, he does not mince words. He knows how to get results from a bureaucracy.

Ms Kempt is in favour of food trucks and further suggests that they be allowed in construction zones.

One of the owners of the Hollows, Christie Peters, has a refreshingly erudite submission vis à vis food trucks. She begins with how difficult it is to obtain restaurant premises in Saskatoon – a good point that has not been raised yet, as far as I am aware – and is in favour of reducing the buffer zone to 15 m. She would be happy to see food trucks in her neighbourhood, across the street even, as it would help bring more people in. Also she notes that there is no law barring current restaurant operators from investing in a truck or two either.  She finishes by saying that competition drives the market; currently quick lunch choices are mainly fast-food; and it would be a preferable alternative to drive-thrus. Man, if the Hollows started a food truck I would quit my job and follow that thing around the entire city all day. Not just because of the letter, their food is terrific and they have no worries about competition in their demographic. I’d have a hard time deciding between Bliss, the Hollows, and Prairie Harvest as my favourite fancier place to eat. And yeah, I’ve been to Truffles, Calories, and Weczeria. Let’s not turn this into a food debate, I’m so tired of winning.

The next letter is from someone with the address on the 2100 block of Easthill, which is not a typo as I’d initially thought. Upon perusal of a map, what is going on down in that corner of Eastview? Easthill is like six streets all joined up. Wait. Oh god. All of Eastview is like that. Most of Eastview was developed during the 1960s, under the influence of heavy LSD use I presume. Anyways, this resident with an unfortunate address is thankful for the efforts made by city workers and private contractors to keep the streets cleared this year. If you’d like to know this individual’s name so you can, er, manage his brand, it’s on page 487 of the agenda.

Dr Monte Pishny-Floyd lives on Albert Avenue and has a letter about snow removal.  Both he and his wife are past 70 and due to various health issues are unable to shovel snow or drag out their bins. Fortunately the city staff in that area are sensitive to their situation and have made allowances. Alas, the dastardly weekend snow-clearing crew did not, and managed to neatly impede both their vehicular progress and their garbage collection by means of a windrow of sludge. Dismayed, the professor (since retired) contacted the City and had an employee on his doorstep in a matter of hours, who promptly removed the snow. If you’re wondering why his name sounds familiar, Dr Pishny-Floyd is a composer and was a professor in the Department of Music at the University for many years.

On a different note, Glen from Regina drove up for a bonspiel and got a parking ticket, curling matches being incompatible with a 2-hour time frame. There is a parking lot within an easy ten-minute walk wherein one can park all day but I’m unsure as to whether Glen has any mobility issues so we’ll leave it at that. “Bonspiel” translates to “good story” and this is not true in this case. (Your translation may vary.)

Mr Rahman, P. Eng, is questioning the size restriction on secondary suites (700 sq ft.) and requesting that it be increased to at least 1000 due to the fact that you have to squeeze in a stair, laundry room, and mechanical room (or so he claims). OK, so I’m curious. I found the guidelines for upgrading a secondary suite and it says that the basement itself must have a gross floor area (including the basement) of at least 100 square metres (1076 sq ft.) in order to qualify.  The secondary suite itself must not exceed 65 sq m (700 sq ft rounding up.) I think as long as he can manage to fit the mechanical and laundry rooms outside the suite he should be ok. I mean, why would you want to have your furnace located in the suite, as you’d have to provide 24 hour notice in order to enter and maintain it (unless the resident of the suite is there to grant access at the time of entry)?

River’s Edge, they of the bouncy castles, would like to thank the City for letting them enter it. Having seen some of the pictures of Range Road 3045 in the weeks after this letter was written (March 6th) I wonder if at any point forthwith they regretted sending this.

Holiday Park Community Association (which has a logo that looks like that bit in Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory with the “square candies that look round”) would like to recycle styrofoam in the blue bins since they buy an awful lot of it. I agree, styrofoam is terrible, but if you soak it in gasoline and then set it on fire you can enrage all environmentalists within a five-mile radius. Do not do this or I will be forced to visit you in the small hours and put a bat up your night-dress.

Patricia has a nice letter about how she moved to Saskatoon one year ago, how much she likes it here, how she’s lived in many small northern communities across Canada, and how ineffective the snow removal and her councillor are. Patricia lives in Briarwood, on Braeburn Court, a small loop off Braeburn Crescent, which connects Braeburn Court and Braeburn Place to Braeside View. Braeside View loops around and joins Braemar Crescent and its children, Braemar Place, Braemar Court and Braemar Bay, to Briarwood Road. Pay attention though, because Braeshire Lane and its offshoot, Braeshire Rise, also exit onto Braeside View, as well as smaller appendices such as Braeside Place, Braeside View, Braeside Terrace, Braeside Bay and Braeside Court. (That is not a typo. Braeside View is a tiny crescent connecting to Braeside View. This will all be on the test.) The other end of Braeside View (the main street) connects to Briargate Road which connects to – but no, I shall spare you. The quality of mercy is not strain’d; it droppeth as the gentle snow from heaven.

You know, I’m really not sure I can ever top that previous paragraph. I’ve peaked, everyone. Go home.

Sue Letwin laments the lack of Citycards for the parking meters. She doesn’t go downtown anymore since they discontinued them. I admire a good boycott effort as much as the next person. (Aside: did you know there is someone on Kijiji buying up any old Citycards for $50 a pop, regardless of balance? My god, these things are like gold.) Anyway, time for my downtown parking diatribe. Cheap parking is not going to get more people to shop downtown, as those who are cost-conscious are just schlepping themselves to the suburban box stores anyways. Permit me to generalize. They are not interested in shopping at boutiques (except Lululemon). It is useless to offer reduced or free rates to lure these people as it will simply result in a race to the bottom (THIS ALSO APPLIES TO THE BUSINESS TAX DEBATE AHEM YOU ARE SUBSIDIZING MEDIOCRITY). Turnover is key and free parking is antithetical to good turnover rates. Even coffee shops expect you to buy something occasionally (and now I see more and more “reminders” to patrons about this.) The exception is Tim Horton’s, the big box of coffee shops, where you can fritter away your afternoon without any consequences.

Barbara from Botting Bay is wondering if there is a bylaw that requires all lots to be developed in an area within a certain period of time. (I’ll pause for you to collectively wipe off your screens.) Her house was built in 2009 and there is still an empty lot in the bay! Well, to be precise, it’s not empty. It’s full of weeds and dirt. And regret, presumably. Be kind to Barbara. She lives in Willowgrove and is not used to the harsh realities of city life.

Mr Potter is confused about the special garbage collection situation. I’m confused too, and I’m really sure the city is confused, if the amount of media releases in my inbox are any metric. Garbage! What is it, really? Whence doth it came? Wherefore might it leave?

Debbie on Avenue K has several vehicles on her street that have not moved in months and yet her brother’s truck, parked for a scant 48 hours outside her house, gets hauled away. I could respond sententiously with a “Life’s not fair”, but that’s not very nice to Debbie. Report those bastards, Debbie. The phone number for Parking Enforcement is 306-975-8344 and I can confirm that they are lovely people who like getting tips.

Gwen has cancer and can’t haul her bins to the back or the front and she doesn’t have any neighbours who will help. She’d like to be put on the list of people who are unable to manage for themselves but this list is full (really, City?) and she helpfully points out some of her other neighbours who are on the list and are able to shovel their property with no problems. Gwen lives at 2809 Arlington Ave, if anybody who is planning to challenge Mairin Loewen next election would like to get some brownie points.

Brendan is wondering if the police are aware that there are two “Bawdy” shops on 33rd as well as one on Idylwyld. Don’t worry, good sir, the police are zealously checking up on these places and issuing any unlicensed prostitutes fines. One wonders where the money to pay the fines comes from when they could just pay the license fee in the first place and not be hassled, but that’s a discussion for another time.

Steve O, from Wakabayashi Way (side note: a lot of home businesses are based on this street) wants a light at some point between 51st and 71st so he can get onto Millar. Probably not the worst idea, as the median speed down Millar is most definitely above the limit.

Craig Allan has three (3) grievances. People entering the intersection when the light is red (boo), people who are speeding (hiss) and the third one is snow removal (surprise!). He wants photo radar and residential snow clearing. AMEN. He does say people enter the intersection when the light is “partially or totally red” which is a rather interesting situation. These partially red lights must be located down in Eastview.

Lorene has been gaming Loraas Recycling by slightly overfilling her bin, but now that they’re contracted out for the city they’re refusing to put up with her schemes. She’s threatening to toss her recycling into the garbage. If only there were another place that you could drop off at least some of your recycling. Sadly this situation appears to be without any sort of solution.

Kurt wants to know what is up with the deforestation of the downtown. I would make a snarky remark here about trees generally not growing so hot in the winter but I have more class than that. He also notes that it appears that the City buys their roadway paint from Giant Tiger (my words). I think there was a shortage of paint last year or the year before, if I remember correctly, so a lot of lanes went unrefreshed while the City scrambled to find a new supplier.

Now we’re onto some proclamations. These are actually quite good, as they go.

The first is from enrique gaudite (the lack of caps means he’s a creative). He would like the City to declare May 25th as “World Interiors Day” as sanctioned by the idc (also no caps), the interior designers of canada (ditto). Sadly this letter is not set in Comic Sans, but in Helvetica, as proscribed by all serious creatives. He attaches a sweet-ass Proclamation from the Mayor of New York (now they know how to make a statement) declaring May 25th as “WORLD INTERIORS DAY”. The entire Proclamation is set in ALL CAPS because they are BOSS.

The Saskatoon Chimo Chordsmen – stay with me here – would like next week to be proclaimed Barbershop Harmony Week. We now pause while I read up on barbershop quartets since I don’t really know anything about them except that they wear bright colours and boater hats and there’s usually four people involved. OK. Weeeoooo. Like a lot of good music, barbershop quartets were appropriated from black culture and then incorporated into white culture via minstrel shows (aka blackface). I’m reasonably sure it’s no longer racist, but it definitely is wack. Ho ho, they even had the boaters to submit a blank Proclamation for the Mayor to fill out and sign. Too bad it says “March” so we can’t use it. Looks like their harmonies are the only thing they’ve got together. (If I go missing, question the quartets first.)

The next letter is from the Saskatchewan Deaf and Hard of Hearing Services, asking May to be declared Hearing Awareness Month. Serendipitously, this is to start after the Barbershop Harmony Week.

The Institute of Internal Auditors (for a second there I was in Latin mode and thought another hearing-related thing) would like May to be also declared International Internal Audit Awareness Month. I like auditors, especially auditors that report to the public. Bonnie Lysyk, Kevin Page, and Sheila Fraser, to name a few. You guys are terrific. We love you. No really, we do. Where are you going? Come back.

And that’s it! I’m off to supper at Prairie Harvest. Maple bacon doughnuts are no match for the rest of the agenda, even if there is a potentially Problematic Development in Stonebridge, among other things.

Letters! Let’s read them first. Life is short.

The Marr Residence is submitting its annual report. Why this is in the Letters section is unclear. The Marr Residence is involved in many worthy initiatives and has some excellent programming throughout the year but all you really need to know is 1. the basement is super haunted, as in they won’t let women go down there (or anyone, really) and 2. they have an unfortunate reliance upon a certain template for all their public announcements. Perhaps I should offer my services for free. On the other hand, they do have impressive visual continuity.

Three people wish to speak about the diverter. That is, if they can make it to City Hall before the meeting’s over. I’m not afraid to make fun of the Avenue C folks. I can see them coming. Then they have to turn and go up a block.

PotashCorp Fireworks Festival is asking for permission to hold itself during the summer.

We have another request from the Saskatchewan Marathon for permission etc.  “This year’s event is the 34th annual and will begin at 7:00AM on Sunday May 26th– starting and finishing in Diefenbaker Park.” I’m not sure why they need permission for such a short race, but whatever. (Yes I know what a marathon is. It’s like a century but involving more pain and less bikes.)

Brian Smiley from Red Bull (the drink) would like to have a free outdoor concert on Broadway in the summer featuring…the Sheepdogs. Because if there’s one thing in Saskatoon that we for sure have not heard enough of and about, it’s those guys.

The Kidney Foundation would like permission to host its run/walk thing on a Sunday in Kiwanis Park. This letter contains the phrase “the greater Saskatchewan kidney community” which I intend to use early and often. Since the greater Saskatchewan kidney community which is participating in this event are mostly people on dialysis, they are all tougher than me.

Something about Centennial auditorium’s AGM. In April.

Oh dear. C. S. Ekdahl – I am not sure I want to use his entire name as if he googles himself I don’t want to be put on his mailing list – C. S. Ekdahl has submitted a magnificent treatise. It is almost two single-spaced pages long and begins like this.

“Over four years ago, I began an epic campaign to change the world and to transform the way people viewed their place in it. This is the fourth time I have written to this Council; and I hope that you will continue to be a part of the change I speak of. I write again of the Honey Bee.”

If there ever was a letter crying out for a dramatic, Shakespearean reading, this is. it. I cannot even get my writing near the levels of prose here. At least not at this hour of the evening.

The City is paying $600 to be part of the NORTH CENTRAL
TRANSPORTATION PLANNING COMMITTEE, whatever that is. It’s based in Shellbrook and clearly violates the three-fonts-only rule on all of its submitted information. Their AGM is on April 11th at the Senior’s Hall (there’s only one) in Blaine Lake. “Supper will be served at 5:30 p.m.”. They really take the “senior” part seriously. I am sure all the city councillors are drawing straws to see who will stay back and hold the fort in Saskatoon that evening. (City Hall, like the U.S. government figures, can’t all be in the same place at once in case of a mass terrorist attack or sudden-onset diabetes.)

The next one is rather piquing. It’s a letter from Tourism Saskatoon – the Sports Tourism section – asking the city to ask the province to put in a provincial commission for “combative sports” since a bill is dangerously close to being passed (!!!) that will outlaw people fighting each other for fame and recognition and possibly money without the approval of a provincial body. Something to do with MMA. Since MMA/UFC whatever is something that I am supremely uninterested in you’ll have to ask Senator Bob Runciman just what shenanigans he is up to.

Look, I am at that stage in my life where my body is not healing as quickly as it used to and I’m getting aches and stuff when the weather changes or I’m tired. I used to wonder when I was younger why people got addicted to pain medication and now I realize how that happens all too easily. So, whenever I see people deliberately destroying themselves or other peoples’ bodies in the name of sport, I just get really sad. Sorry guys. I’m kind of a downer that way.

Community event in Holiday Park! June 22nd, 12-5 pm! On Avenue K South! If they get permission to close the street.

Earth Hour wants to have a street hockey tourney in front of the Main Library during Earth Hour. They also want to have acoustic music and hot chocolate, coffee and baking. I approve. Earth Hour is on March 23. Oh. Perhaps you should just have an actual hockey tourney instead on the street. I’m sure a main will break conveniently.

Ms Prostebby has written again to council. Her missive is impressive in its brevity, grammar, and level of tact. I shall reproduce it in full. “Please remove the diverter at 38th and ave C. It is a eye sore, dangerous. Takes more time to get to my bank on Ave C. I doubt the majority of residents in Mayfair want it there.”

Now that we know where Ms Prostebby keeps her money, let’s move on. Oakwood Nissan is being naughty and not putting enough setback on its addition.

Joan Wyant has sent a very lovely letter in that I shall also reproduce in full precisely because it is unusual and refreshing to have this sort of correspondence.

I meant to send this off last Friday but didn’t. I would like to send a big bouquet of thanks and appreciation to whoever decided to plow Waterbury Road between Thursday evening, February 22nd and Friday morning, February 23rd.    Not only did they do an exemplary job, but they also cleared the snow banks along the road as well as the sidewalks. It was such a wonderful sight when I left for work on Friday morning. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Too bad mother nature decided to nullify your good work!

I bet you a lot of money Joan Wyant is a librarian. Or the super nice teacher we all had at some point during junior high.

Carolyn Fraser writes in with the news that people are using their phones to take pictures in the change rooms at Lakewood civic centre. When I first saw the subject I thought “uh oh, someone saw me texting at Harry Bailey and now I’m a pedophile” but it appears I am in the clear. What would possess you to take pictures of anything in a change room? Do I need to start yelling at kids again?

An unfortunate visitor from Yorkton is trying to claim damages from the City for damage to their SUV from an urban pothole (It blew out their tire). I will tell you, after driving this car for 5 years I know exactly where the edge of the car is and exactly where the tires will go from all these years of pothole-dodging. You rubes from Yorkton don’t stand a chance.

Dean Cook doesn’t want to pay $5 to replace his broken transit fare card. Mysteriously, he doesn’t say how it was broken. The City has unfortunately worded their policy to account for lost cards but not broken ones. Personally I think the fee is bullshit, but I also understand not wanting to hand out cards like confetti. Also…how did he break his card?

A letter supporting library workers. In case you cared, I support them too. Union workers bolster the middle class, yo. If you’re going to argue with me here, just save your breath. I mean that in the nicest possible way. It’s not worth it.

There are grooves on Greaves Crescent and Mark Brolund is not amused. He ruptured his air-con line in his vehicle on them. Since the City doesn’t have enough money to clear residential roads properly, he is threatening to not pay his taxes since he doesn’t have the money to fix his car. One would thing that Mr Brolund could empathise with the City on the subject of budgeting and unexpected maintenance and/or weather events but it appears this is not the case. Also, with the way this winter is going, I suspect Mr Brolund will not need air-conditioning for a while.

Update: Greaves Crescent is in Willowgrove. I am increasingly suspicious that Willowgrove and other similar areas are getting preferential treatment when it comes to snow clearing and maintenance. Whenever I’m lost in Hellogrove (that’s “hell” as in fire, not “hello” as in ni hao) I notice that their ruts are suffering from razor burn. I’m now rather concerned for Mr Brolund’s finances, since he doesn’t have room in his budget for an emergency vehicle repair. Especially when you consider he’s bought a new, large house in a car-dependent suburb. He doesn’t even have a back lane where he could operate a snowmobile in case of extreme snowfall or vehicle malfunction. (Our neighbours in Sutherland are very prepared for this eventuality and take practice runs up and down the easement.)

The next letter is an exercise in how small Saskatchewan is, since I’m reasonably certain it’s written by someone from China who is now married to someone else I went to high-school with (and his parents know my parents and now live on the same street as my brother. I went to a very small, rural high school that is several hours from Saskatoon.)  The letter is in support of garage/attic/secondary suites. Another fun exercise in Saskatchewan smallness: Donna Birkmaier is my grandmother’s cousin. (I have never met her and I’m reasonably certain she is totally unaware of my existence.) I am sure I can connect any person in Saskatoon with any other person in Saskatoon with only one or two degrees of separation. I bet you could do all of Saskatchewan with like, four.

The next next letter can be summed up thusly: Bedford Road is a rutty hell and you should most definitely avoid it.

A resident of the 1700 block of 1st Avenue North is rather fed up with  a City-mandated involuntary commitment to reducing her water use and increasing her levels of physical activity. The city keeps shutting off her water with little notice and schlepping buckets from the trailer is undignified. I think the City only has two water trailers? Which is abysmal. If true. I could be totally making this up. Also, come on you guys. I think you can give her a little bit more notice than that. As soon as the main breaks, you tell people. Surely there’s some student you can send around with a flyer or something. The email also includes correspondence with a Public Works employee who indicates there is, in at least two of the cases, an hour between when the main broke and when they shut off the water. Are you still able to get water out of your tap after the main breaks? You can do a lot in an hour.

Arvid Luhning, who also sounds familiar, has had enough of being treated like a second-class citizen since he chose to live in a condo. Yes, this is about the multi-unit recycling. The faint rumbling you hear is the massive amount of shit (A) about to hit fan (B). Also I did not realize how much condo properties have to pay for services vs the equivalent area covered in single-family homes. Single-family homes are getting a sweet ride. But you knew that already.

The next letter is from Lloyd Ehrmantraut.

It’s an anti-food truck letter. A cursory Google reveals Ehrmantraut owns and/or operates the Grandma Lee’s, presumably downtown. I am not surprised that he is concerned about any competition raising its head due to the reviews, or lack thereof, of Grandma Lee’s on Urbanspoon. He proposes, instead, that the city create an “upscale outdoor dining experience”. (Burrrn, Taste of Saskatchewan). He is “not complaining” about other events that he “gives up sales for” like Taste of Saskatchewan, “charity BBQs” and pancake breakfasts. I can tell you this: if a food truck opens up that serves the same coffee and food that Grandma Lee’s does, you can rest assured that I will not frequent it.

And that’s it! The greater Saskatchewan kidney community, and I, wish you good day. It is 12:45 am. I fear that the coffee I had earlier was not as decaffeinated as I had hoped.