“The dogmas of the quiet past, are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise — with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew, and act anew. We must disentrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country.” Lincoln–December 1, 1862 Message to Congress In the late 1700’s the Industrial Revolution was … Continue reading Pawns For Politics And Profit
To be honest, if I didn’t write all this out I would seriously go bonkers. It, in fact, the reason I even started the blog in the first part, is to have that somewhere I could vent all the pieces that had come to the surface in those months after Tim’s death from Cancer. I guess, too, it was a lifeline to the world outside, … Continue reading Do You Care?
Ok, so in our household, I’m Meathead and Dad’s Archie (All In The Family), can’t say we ever had an Edith, however, my sister did have a Joey Stivic doll when she was young, creepiest thing, who was Archie’s grandson from his daughter Gloria and Meathead. If you fed him water via his little bottle his anatomically correct wee-willy actually peed. It was friggin hilarious, … Continue reading We Ain’t Discussing the Dawg
Believe I was four years old, maybe 5, we were coming back from visiting Dads parents in The States, Mom and Dad, and I, and they had stopped us at the border coming home. That was early 1970’s, and it never occurred to them, I suppose, that anyone would question it, but I didn’t have my immigration papers yet, my residence ones that said I … Continue reading Children Of The Other At The Door
it is soothing to stand in the rain on a hot day it is cleansing to stand with my back to the brick wall letting it wash away whatever it is liberating forgiving nourishing through me over me it is the sound of it on the sidewalk outside my door that drew me out Continue reading to stand in the rain
Basically how I start my day is sipping away that black and bitter, with a bit of sweet, from my french press brew, The Globe and Mail, maybe some Guardian, a YouTube vid, perhaps once in a while I hold my nose and watch Fox, well, rarely if I’m honest. Perusing the news before work. Digest it, jot down notes, maybe write about, eventually, think … Continue reading More Ramblings Of An Idealistic News Junkie
He does it, you know, because he can, and I know for what I speak. Living with Tim those 4 years, it did take a bit to catch on to his fictions, and, in the end, his lies proved powerless, of no value, as he lay dying of cancer. Never would have wished it on anyone, and I couldn’t leave him at such a time, … Continue reading Truth Is Hard, Lies Are Easy
I suppose in hindsight I’ll probably have to chalk it up to the universe’s way of kicking me in the arse, a what the frack are you trying to pull sort of statement. Seriously. Maybe a little straighten that crown, be-yatch as well. Yeah, so, just made myself a grill cheese sandwich, made using this new way I found, using mayo instead of butter. Added … Continue reading Someone Went To Jail
Wandering around down at the old apple orchard again yesterday with the shnoggin’ doggin’, we had a jolly ol’time, as we hadn’t been in a while. It’s the only place in the city I feel comfortable taking her, I’m not much of a dog park sort, and really neither is she. Certainly she’s mellowed over the last 5 years we’ve been here, but still, she … Continue reading What I Saw On A Walk At The Old Orchard
One of the functions of my garden is to lure me outside, by light, and leaves, and the birds and with some success a lot of my free time this weekend was spent there, avoiding my computer, sitting on my stoop, watching the light change and trying to be oblivious. trying. One failure though was worthy, as I happened to treat myself to a digital … Continue reading Stirring That Pot Together
A Few months ago and I’m back in Dodge visiting my family, hugs all around, home for a visit. So after all that, and the big old solid oak front door shut from prying ears, my sister and I are out on the front porch, and she broached the taboo topic, the elephant in the room. Prompted in no small part by my rotten father … Continue reading A Little Porch Politics And The Puppets Of Power
Last week a friend and I were sitting around his filthy kitchen table, amidst the chaos of his filthy little apartment, off on various tangents, theoretical and so forth, politics, environment etc. He’d been talking about how he was raised to have manners, to have respect, say please and thank you. Although, apparently not raised to clean up after himself, but I digress. Manners, as … Continue reading Lest I Forget
Hello, my name is Paula and I am a garden addict. 8-D … as such, I lurk in garden centres, looking for a fix. For example, at the recent annual Gathering On The Green, I bee-lined it over to the Horticultural tent, twice, coming back with delightful treasures bought dirt-cheap. The second time at half price. Oh, it was a hard-core gardeners dream, I was … Continue reading Zen Of A Garden
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