Some days, it seems that there is just not enough time to get everything done.
The other day, I went up North to go hunting and the damn machine broke down, leaving us little to do but repair and hope for the best. This took a good six hours waiting for parts off an old machine that had been parked since the last spring and come back to the broken vehicle. After that, we had to work in the dark by moonlight and flickering lighter to take apart the skidoo and drive out on my machine, which had been sputtering for most of the day. Then we had to warm up and dry out at a camp by the Hudson Bay and this took more time. We were wondering if they would send a search team and looked to the south for any sign of far off snowmobiles, zooming to our rescue.
Although it was night, the moon lit the snow and ice magnificently (I learned later the moon was at it’s closest ever in distance and it was a full moon to boot) and the spectacular hilly landscape glowed and sparkled under the arctic Luna light. Going was easy and navigation was smack dab on, mainly downhill, to the little cabin by the bay. After melting off the ice that had accumulated in his boots and donning a pair of dry socks, my buddy decided it was time to head home. Ten minutes after leaving the camp, we sighted a troupe of headlights dimly lit in the distance.
They stopped and after many quick rope-and-snare-wire repair jobs, we returned to the south and arrived half an hour later, thoroughly chilled.
Buddy Jim had called and required my presence in Chisasibi for an accounting course and overview of his business and my morning was spent cleaning and packing, I took off on AirCreebec to Chisasibi. Accounting training was fun and interesting. Crediting time and debiting our knowledge (1 could get lost in these tongue twisters) for the afternoon and evening and night, I came to know better the good people of a retired volunteer organization. Through the wisdom of a man who was the accountant for the town of Sherbrooke for 17 years of his life and has a masters degree in business, he transferred his knowledge and experience to little of us guys. I highly recommend these people who refuse to retire, to help anyone in need of training and mentorship in our communities. Talk to your local development agent.
Time was short indeed and consumption of food was secondary, for our thirsty intellects concentrated on the art of saving money, cutting back and getting the best bang for your buck. Coffee and doughnuts to go please, no time to waste. Time is money and money is time to save. Banks are this and banks are that, credit is to be paid in full on time, save thousands of dollars in interest, insure yourself and lower interest rates, count all pennies. Using time-honoured methods that made good and solid financial sense, slowly accumulating over years of steadfast work, is the best way.
After this intensive course, we thought, we could get on the stock market and make at lot of money or lose in an instant bankruptcy. Wow, but slowly and surely seemed to be the more sensible choice even though the stocks looked attractive. I could go on and on about what we learned from this man of financial wisdom, but I can’t give away all trade secrets. Two coffee to go, please, time is money.
