Might be the day for bargains, but I remained indifferent. No crawling the mall or even consultng the online deals. Part of it comes from a realization that delivery might be rapid; I prefer to BE there when the courier rolls in and parks.
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History is a mish-mash. Names, places, incidents, dates. Actually, anniversaries; we rarely remember things unless we can say how long ago they “took place”. Today, CBC took some time to recall where things were, one century ago. Particularly, in Halifax. Outside of this region, mention of The Explosion merit only a confused look, or a shrug. In Nova Scotia, this date defines a city.
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A bit of wind and rain isn’t enough to prevent safety; my wheels have been retorqued, and if things go wrong, I can only blame myself. Truth be told, they were pretty good already, and this was just a “make sure because you aren’t” move on my part. As for the climate, I accept that life in Canada may not always respect the summertime rule.
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Received some photos this morning, from an earlier time in my life. Barely recognized myself; no hair, no muscle tone in my sit down area. Why, even the yard and the house were greyer than I remembered. Could it be that “I’m older than that now”?
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“It’s like watching a train wreck” is not the same as “it’s like reading about a train wreck”. After a question on social media about an accident that happened more than 80 years ago, I decided to see just where things happened. Not so simple…
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Yesterday, my first “real” university professor died, at the historic age of 92. I remember going to his office, to make a request to follow his course (rules are rules are rules), and when he realized that he knew my family, there was smooth sailing. Of course, he knew everyone’s family, but I was young and hadn’t yet recognized that tiny detail. I attended lectures, took notes (they’re still in a box, not far away) and learned that governors were as silly as anyone else. Thank you, Father-Doctor.
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Watching the weather; if it gets too nice, I’ll have to stay home. That’s my mantra for travel with the dog. Happily, the promised rain never came, and I simply tied him to the car, outside, with his blanket and bowl. Came back two hours later to find that he was still content.
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On the Island, people often reference a given location to “the family that used to live there.” High precision, if you happen to be old enough to have known those involved. For the rest of us, not so much.
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Early on in life, I made a valiant effort to avoid studying history. Didn’t work out well for me, because the subject is everywhere. Better to accept that my species tries to remember and revisit every moment of existence, and then to pass that plate of hash around the table to others. You never know who might be hungry for a spoonful of memories. I’m not part of an oral tradition, exactly, so I find my stories where I can. Books, in large part. Inevitably, in cinema.
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Tried to pay for breakfast this morning with my debit card. The reader refused to accept my using the slot reader; the text window recommended using the magnetic stripe reader (which I did). Declined the card. Tried the slot reader again, and this time everything worked according to the standard operating procedure. So, what was that all about?
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