The Decline of Media
This week two significant journalistic gems are disappearing for good:
1. Dispatches (CBC radio 1)
The Canadian federal government is slashing 650 jobs at CBC over 3 years, and around 250 jobs are being terminated this year. Dispatches is an unfortunate casualty. If you've never listened to the show, it is a show premised on long-form journalism, where correspondents are literally dispatched across the globe to find out first-hand the issues of the day. This not only helps journalists develop, but provides an invaluable service to the public giving them a window to the world in as unbiased a fashion as possible.
The Montreal Mirror was the premier English free weekly that kept anglos connected to the culture of the city. Something will inevitably have to fill that gap.
Yesterday we drove down to Grand Island, NY to visit my brother's family. Henry understood that he was going to ride in a car to see Emily, his 3 year old cousin. He had not yet met his 3 month old cousin Peter.
Henry couldn't wait to get in the car. He did not fuss in the car seat, and alternated saying "zoom" and "truck" for the first 10 minutes. By 20 minutes he said "All done." And when it did not produce the outcome desired, he started to fuss. Fuss fuss fuss, until "Bllurrrp" The boy threw up on himself, mercifully sparing Mr. Pickles.
Luckily he fit into some of the old clothes that we were bring down for Peter.
We had a grand time and the two older cousins were running around amusing themselves and clambering on the sofa.
Henry found his old baby gym and did some bonding.
Eating homemade popsicles.
Touching the baby.
The next hurdle was having forgotten to bring his bottle, which he doesn't normally have during the day as he gets a sippy cup at daycare. However, we also assumed that he would be ok skipping his nap.
By 3:00pm he lost it and we quickly threw everything into the car and set off for home. Henry almost instantly fell asleep.
He woke up at the border and held it together fairly well.
But by the time we entered the outer reaches of the city, "Bllurrp". He threw up again. We stopped, cleaned him up and the car seat and then continued on with Henry in just his diaper.
He fell asleep again and then was home.
So Mr. Henry has motion sickness, which I remember having as a child and certainly have sometimes to this day.
I'm not sure if we had a car if he would get used to it, but thankfully for now, if we need to drive somewhere and he throws up, at least it will be a rental and someone else can do the clean-up!
A week ago Friday, I took the day off from work to spend an extra day with Henry. S & I agreed that we would try to take one day off a month to spend more time with him. So in the morning we took the streetcar to Riverdale Farm where we met up with Sally and had a good run around the necropolis. Here is Henry having a snack while staring lovingly at the tractor in front of him.
Late in the morning we met up with Uncle Tim, who arranged to also take the day off and spend time with Henry. We ordered some take-out sushi and Henry was given the royal treatment.
After lunch and Henry's nap, Uncle Tim, Henry & I took the bus down to Ashbridges Bay for more adventures with rocks and water. A great day by any measure.
But by Sunday, Henry had a barking cough and ended up staying at home with daddy for 2 days. Daddy took him to the doctor on Monday morning and discovered that he had the early stages of bronchitis. Poor little guy spent the next 3 nights waking up every 1-2 hours coughing.
And so did we.
But all is now right as rain and the young Master has had his fill of more beach, rocks, wagons, cars and buses. Goodnight lil' chap!