Turns out that my dog’s propensity to go through doors is normal. A subject of memes, even. Knowing that, how can I ever refuse (no matter the hour) to open a door and let him pass through to the other side?
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Slowly, I have come to the realization that very little of “the news” has anything to do with me. Almost as if I lived in a parallel world, a passenger train, and I’m watching what is going on in the other trains before they pull out of sight.
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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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I don’t always “get” our weather guy jokes; this evening, he said that if the precipitation over the next few days seems to be white in colour… must be an upper Canada thing.
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Here’s a challenge. Write about what you did today when you did, essentially, nothing. In my case, the only checkmark on the progress chart is that I intercepted the UPS man before the dog could go all neurotic on him. For the record, the parcel contained a battery to recharge a cellphone. Since I don’t use one of those (either the battery or the phone), it qualifies as a “good deed”.
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Had our first visit from a raccoon, last evening. I’m not sure if it “means” anything, but I’m worried. Unlike the coyotes that wander through, or the squirrels that are here for the seeds, the proverbial bandit of the woods is an unknown quantity. Will he sneak in if we lower our guard? The dog was on guard, but against an intelligent adversary, he’s hopeless. Offer the dog one of his own biscuits and profit from the distraction. We had the beast in the beam of my best flashlight, and he preened!
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“Let’s go for a walk” (she says). “It’ll be fun” (she says). “Good for us all” (she says). The dog was probably right. I should have put on the brakes, right there. Not me, though. And now there’s a polite image on social media of the dog and myself, on a leafy trail, looking like we do this sort of thing all the time.
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“It” happens, on average, once every five years. The nation gets a new titular head, appointed rather than elected. We all nod and life goes on because, really, that’s exactly what the job “is”. A nod to protocol. However, for the first time in my life, today, I watched the swearing in ceremony. Too much time on my hands or something.
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A strange way to mix home and church: treating me as the overflow for a quiche experiment. There’s a breakfast in the parish hall tomorrow morning (I won’t be there). The two and a bit more pans of egg delicacy are done, and I’ve finished a small one all by myself. Doing my part, etc.
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I think I have a weakness for metrology. Unable to make an accurate measurement, so the analysis is subjective, but I can live with that. As long as I have an accurate clock, and an accurate thermometer, and accurate scales, and an accurate gas gauge, life is good.
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