29th February 2016

The seasons are shifting

Just for the record, I don’t flog. Tried the game/sport a few times, and after a recorded score of 120 on the front nine in Stanhope, I decided to save what remained of my pride. After all, the scorecards aren’t designed for triple digit stroke counts, and the people behind me lose their patience. Part of it comes down to weak eyesight. Searching through acres of underbrush is necessary when people go missing. Tiny, hard spheres? Better to buy a bucket over at the range, and lug it around. Or find another way to ruin a perfectly lovely walk.

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28th February 2016

Tiny taters

I am sitting comfortably, a world away from the chatter onscreen. The Oscar red carpet stroll is underway, with the moments of chatter about absolutely nothing by people with much larger clothing allowances than me.

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27th February 2016

Consider Atlantis

Coming up on the nine-month anniversary of my move from La Vieille Capitale. Almost long enough to forget the annual flood crisis… I lived well above the high water mark, but media attention does mark the mind. A photo from the national news, today, reminded me that rivers and ice mix poorly; the town of Beauceville is, again, learning how water goes where you want it least.

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26th February 2016

Listening and babbling

There’s so much content available on the Internet; pity that I can’t do a start over on my odometer. Can’t work through even a spoonful of the potential without making a Faustian bargain for more time. I’m not the first to complain about the constraints of having “but one life to live”, I’ll bet.

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25th February 2016

Pull back from the brink, in time

Never forget that today’s happenings are tomorrow’s history. As someone that researches the “who is related to whom” (did I get that right?), part of the game is to read through old newspapers. Looking for mention of particular individuals… and it is a happy side effect that newspapers are as interesting, after the fact, as when they were first published.

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24th February 2016

My junk mail queue

Took a break from my Scotties Spectation, in order to go for milk and gas. Mentioned to the storekeep that my days were spent murmuring “Hurry! Hard!” and received an invite to tag along to the local sheets (the rink, redressed) if I wanted. I’m thinking that this season is late, but next fall I might have to test my ability to slide without slipping, if you get my drift.

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23rd February 2016

In the same frame

Crispy chilly out, but worth a few minutes. Right now, the full moon and Jupiter are in the same “frame”. I’m too lazy to play with camera gear (crispy chilly cancels concentration). Just the same, one of those moments for the astro-neophytes in the family. Even the dog would peek, if he could figure out how.

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22nd February 2016

Life is just a game

After reading a story in the news, I had to pause and wonder “How did they get there?” This involves an unfortunate death, of a young man, and with that youth a disregard for “the rules of the game”. There are many examples, but this one surprised me.

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21st February 2016

Perhaps a postcard in the mail

Not as quiet in the house as I had expected. The refrigerator is always gurgling, and when the plow tracks by, I know about that, too. The other day, I heard the ferry sail past, and the horn wasn’t blowing… I guess that every place comes with ambient noise.

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20th February 2016

Hot lead instead of hot cash

Thank you, the famous ball player who gave us the perfect quote for a Canadian winter: “It ain’t over till it’s over”. This morning, when I was wandering around, outside, barefoot (had to untangle a dog and his lead from the bird feeder pole), I was willing to believe that we’d have to push new plants back underground. This evening, as the wind howls and a whole new layer of snow moves (sideways) past the deck rail…

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