20th
December
2019
This evening, as I contacted a sibling to query the related mailing address, I realized how “old school” that has become. Nowadays, one might use a telephone to actually call someone, but the main method of contact is via “messaging”, as the social apps like to call it. A quick squirt of text, and the job is done. Why would I even consider putting something in an envelope and then paying the national postal authority to put things out of reach for days at a time?
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13th
December
2019
Change the lightbulb, what could be simpler? Turns out, there are many things. I have this fixture over the side door that responds to movement. And, for the last few days, it hasn’t. Our side yard is a dark place to be at night, when the moon isn’t shining.
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25th
November
2019
I decided to make the final push, this morning. As of lunchtime, the deck is clear. The BBQ is inside, ready to hibernate, and the furniture “that will never rot” is piled below the deck. I got everything done before the winds came up and the water came down, and I’m pleased with myself.
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posted in economy, humour |
21st
November
2019
Giggle, just a little. Else, you might have to cry. Today, I came across a story (out of Toronto) detailing some of the nonsense received at the 911 dispatch centre. Turns out that the police don’t offer emergency rides to catch your train, and a bank card that is jammed in an ATM is not that urgent. Who knew?
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7th
November
2019
I swear, there were little bits of white stuff falling from the sky this afternoon. The dog can corroborate; he trapped some in his fur. As soon as he came inside, all the evidence disappeared. Magically, as if some strange force of physics was in play.
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posted in humour, Wx |
4th
November
2019
How I wish I could make my personal belief system into something more random. I see the world around me as an invitation to collect; the series is more important than the individual part (very Gestalt, that). Be it literature, or music, or cinema, or just about anything else, I want it all.
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7th
October
2019
According to the calendar, we have federal elections in two weeks time. Just after I score my flu shot. And to my surprise, the noise from the campaigning, locally, has been less than a whisper. No visits to the door. No flyers in my mailbox. No anonymous phone calls. It’s as if “they” want me to find out who is running in my riding by using Google. I hope that when the post-ballot bills are presented, they will be just as minimalist. Imagine, a change of government with nothing to pay! There are still a few days left, but my hope is clear.
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posted in humour, politics |
17th
September
2019
Among the missives captured in today’s email trawl, an invitation. A chance to attend a supper, celebrating the retirement of some of the “names” from my former workplace. I sent my regrets, realizing that this week marks five years that I’ve been out of the office, permanently. May those who are about to taste freedom enjoy the feeling (as much as I do)!
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25th
April
2019
As we shift our spirit into “travel mode”, I notice things. Risky things, mainly. Like, right now, there are flood situations all over the place, blocking any attempt to get somewhere without either a boat or wet feet. This shall pass. Next up on the set list: fires. Grass fires, forest fires, anything that lays down heavy smoke and the chance of a quick roasting leaves me cold. I don’t really want to go if harm is the price.
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30th
March
2019
Can we turn back time? Probably not. But, we can stop the
clock, just long enough to serve the illusion. This evening, I watched the
second chapter of a story I first saw a full half-century ago. Let’s begin with
a quote, shall we?
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