The morning brought rain, and more rain, that driving hard pouring kind, so the ritual with the furball was cut short to one brief in and out, and the weather site said this was what I could expect till evening, so no bike this morn, no choice but a taxi. Woke before the alarm and turned back the covers and got up, I can never … Continue reading The News Is Too Much With Us
I woke up before the alarm, well before the alarm, but it was the second time since I’d gone to bed the night before just after midnight. I don’t remember my dreams, and so I can’t say what had me tossing and turning all night, and both times that I awoke, words and more words swirled and dove and confused, out of order, making no … Continue reading Some Day A Long Time From Now
Didn’t realize this until recently, but Thomas Jefferson probably, though not exclusively, represents rather well the complicated beginnings of America, and the dichotomies. In a documentary I watched last night that complication, at once trying to influence those early founding fathers, getting them to see the African’s they had enslaved as individuals, thus giving them the rights and freedoms of all those who had immigrated … Continue reading On The Mantle Of President
Sitting here chit-chatting away, completely wrapped up, sipping our beer, and we both heard the jingle of the Mocha Shriners shoes, and sure enough, out through my little hedgerow, through my little Hobbitshire way, we could make out the brightly coloured fabric of their iconic wardrobe, with those swirling toe shoes causing them to take those exaggerated strides. He faded down the way to join … Continue reading When A Village Parades
I grew up in Grandma’s kitchen next door, still eating pablum at 10 years old and listening to Peter Gzowski on the CBC in the morning with her. After Grandma passed away that same kitchen was our kitchen, then Dad’s alone after Mom died, and now it is the domain of my Lil Sis’ and if those old walls could talk, as so many of … Continue reading With A View Of A Tree
Lately, I fully admit, I feel as though we are all being pulled in so many directions that it is difficult to know where to look, or even what I want to say about any of the divisive politics in the U.S. Yet, fear not, I have no intention of giving in to that confusion, that sense of hopelessness. No way, not going to happen. … Continue reading Just another Idealist Rant, But, It Would Be Handy To Have a Judge On A Leash
I turned the corner and was struck by what lay before me overhead in a midnight blue sky, amber streets lights setting the stage, the backdrop, the frame, obliterating all else, hanging in the sky amidst a sweep of spooky clouds hung the full moon, well before dawn on my way to work the other morning. It was a catch your breath, dang why don’t … Continue reading And The Pull Of The Moon
Coming back home last night, thankful I would rather bike to work than walk the 600 or so metres across the street and buy bus tickets, funny that, eh? I would much rather just gear up and ride off on my own, at no one’s mercy but for stoplights and pesky cars, otherwise it is just me and the road, me and the wind in … Continue reading How And Why I Learned To Fart Like A Pro
“Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you”. Remember that one? In today’s world that saying would be considered the somewhat trite advice in our world of anti-bullying, anti-harassment and so forth, and not at all to say those are bad things, they were necessary things. The value of our words, the power words can have, is probably more significant … Continue reading My Word, Your Word, His Word
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places … Continue reading How The Grief Of Fall Brought Wisdom
Took a walk, Irish and I, down to the coves, through the old orchard and I let her run free of the leash, as I usually do. She didn’t race ahead like a bullet from a gun this time, instead just a nod and turned to trot just a little ahead, venturing farther as we made our way along the trail, sniffing all the news … Continue reading A Sycamore Of Hope
“Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.” Franklin D. Roosevelt Last 634 days, 15 hours, and 44 minutes, tick tock and the average Jo has no idea where to go, or what to read, who to watch. It’s all around, and everywhere, a journalist murdered here, rogue killers there, and … Continue reading The Week So Far In America – Oppression, Regression, And A Swank Yacht
Out hunting the snark for a word to impart, and start the ball rolling, that rhymed with mob. …blowjob, corncob, hand job, heartthrob, hobnob, kebab … mcjob, nose job, plumb bob, punjab, snow job… RhymeZone As day by day, I say, they say, all the pundits say, this and that, tit for tat, right or wrong, we take the bait and get irate, just as the rumpTus wants. He plays the players and pretends to be fair, when in fact … Continue reading Rhymes With The Times
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