Getting out of the city on Sunday, in the morning, is so simple. Forget the ritual of traffic. Instead, we were hours down the road before the need for fuel and food forced us to navigate off route.
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Today’s lesson involves the cost of cool air. Noise. Ever wonder why the AC units on camping trailers are roof-mounted? It’s to allow the neighbours to hear when you’re being spoiled. Inside the rig, the fan covers up the vibration from above. Across the way (yes, even inside the house) I can tell that the outside is less comfortable than in.
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There now. Something else to cross off my list. This afternoon, I went to a book launching, in which I was involved… from A to Z, if you will. I am pleased that others found our production to be “like a book”, although when you hit close to 400 pages and bind it up with a cover and spine, there’s not much else it can resemble.
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Punch magazine, c. 1899, gave us this line that explains technological advancement. “Quite unnecessary, Sir. Everything that can be invented has been invented.”
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Going right past the traditional tell-tales of spring (certain birds, pussy willows, cattails) and pointing out the important signals; one of the Island golf courses opened today. I can’t imagine that the greens are green, or that the fairways are fair, but for those with the addiction to flogging this is a true sign that winter is over. Sure, we might get the odd flurry, or ice on the windshield. Doesn’t matter.
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There. I finally rolled the table uphill, and now I won’t have to think about it again until the end of the summer. May that be a long and glorious period. The BBQ has a new tank of C3H8 (a throwback to my periods in senior chemistry). Not much else to do, except to find some steaks and start the sacrificial meals.
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Imaginary kingdoms; I really shouldn’t fret about such things. Life is too short. However, a recent musing on an Irish website, about what title will the Queen bestow on her grandson and wife-to-be vexes me. It seems that She still believes she has an empire, and can award privileges, willy-nilly.
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Try to imagine what it was like, back then. That’s the game I play, any time I run across a collection of old photographs. Doesn’t matter where, or when (although I do enjoy seeing things from my own timeline).
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Last evening, I watched an older movie. Not old; that would make it historic. This was from my childhood. Mid-Eisenhower days. The Long Haul, shot in B&W, in Britain. Left me with a lot of questions.
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Why would I travel by train? Why not? I’m not anticipating any time on the rails in the short future, but an article I found this afternoon reminded me of my past adventures. First of all, a link, so you can get a feel for winter in Canada.
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