6th April 2017

Clear and present signs (of getting older)

If asked, I state that I am getting older, every day. As proof, there are some clear and present signs. My hair has changed colour, in places. My memories of past politicians merge, but tend to be negative in tone. If I don’t get to bed at my regular time, the night will be very long; the following day will be even longer. I identify with the dog wanting to “go outside” all the time.

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29th March 2017

Where would we be without each other?

While reading through the list of “video games about to be inducted into the Hall of Fame”, I found myself worrying over whether my all-time favourite had made the cut. It had, a couple of years ago. Tetris. Let the world fall on me, as long as order is maintained.

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28th March 2017

Leaving my mark

So many books, so little time. Now that I’ve got “unlimited daytime and evenings” at hand, I’m amazed by the flood of materials, particularly in the self-learning sections of bookstores. What I couldn’t/didn’t learn in school can now be absorbed from the comfort of my armchair. But what if I had to choose just one?

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27th March 2017

The last line of defense

I think I deserve a medal. Or, at a minimum, a badge; just like back in Cub Scout days. A merit badge. You see, I’m the last line of defense against animals that are out of control (in my yard). Quite apart from the ongoing rodent taxi duties (another one today, after spending the afternoon in a holding cage), I added a rescue for a blue jay that got in over his head… literally.

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12th March 2017

End this insanity of clock-changing

Please, end this insanity of clock-changing twice a year. I’m not through the day, but my confusion is intense. Am I hungry now? Should I be going to sleep?

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17th February 2017

A reason to sigh

I cleared the walkway and the deck area, this afternoon. New snow is already erasing any trace of my effort. In some belief systems, that would be considered as “a sign”. Or a reason to sigh.

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6th February 2017

Dead broke

I pay taxes (unlike someone rich and famous). Not huge amounts, but sufficient that I have to file paperwork each year to get the excess returned to me (to be spent as quickly as possible). Anyhow, for years now I’ve purchased software on a convenient CD and made sure to meet my deadlines.

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5th February 2017

Superb owl?

Here it is: one of the most important sports days in North America. With the population on standby for the half-time show (still more than 90 minutes away), I checked on Twitter to see what the sentiment might be.

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4th February 2017

The borrowed time model

I’m now “living on borrowed time’. That big bag of coffee beans is empty. The remainder is in one of those ordinary sacks in the refrigerator, while the shipment from our dealer doesn’t ship until Monday (followed by whatever games the postal system will play, in their attempt to break said beans). Will we run out? Maybe.

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29th January 2017

Life in a dystopian novel

What to do, when the news channel seems to be screening a dystopian film? Should I start stocking up on the tins, like a demented prepper (that’s not the same as a preppie)? Should I get to work on my solar panel array now, before the cloud of despair from the world screens out the sun? Or just pet the dog, and turn back to the keyboard (computer or piano, it doesn’t much matter)?

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