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
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
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
As ‘we the people’ are split apart with a well-placed wedge stuck in a crack in a log, and deftly knocked, splitting down the centre, as he settles his generous white butt into that house of white down yonder in the land of my birth. Which, by the way, is why I care, and, well, and my Dad’s Dad’s family are news junkies, so it’s … Continue reading And The Ghost Of Robert Jackson Appears Stage Left
The other morning, outside assisting a customer, and what a shock the one 80-foot long (fine, 10ft) box doesn’t fit in her Yaris hatchback. Measuring tape, anyone? Anyone? If you were picking up a package, wouldn’t you do some measuring? So, there we are in our little conundrum, me freezing my ears off and about to say that she’ll have to leave it here and … Continue reading Keeping Hope Chained In The Closet
I was born on a hot sweaty day in North Carolina towards the end of the summer of love, 1967. Neither of my parents had any hippie aspirations, no marching on Washington for either of them, as Motown was their groove. From a family, on both sides of the 49th, of rural stock, generation after generation working the land that had passed down to them, … Continue reading And The Ringing In My Ears Is Her Silence
Watching the Cardinals enjoy the sunflower seed from the feeder outside my window is one of those simple pleasures. Their morning song awakens the dawn and throughout the day they are joined by sparrows, Nuthatches and that annoying squirrel balancing in mid-air on one leg, attached to this small 1-inch diameter Maple sapling, and so I went out a half hour ago and chopped ‘er … Continue reading Tree Rats And Other Nonsense
I survived, and barely a whisper of the name was uttered. Personally, I find that it is counterproductive to beat me over the head with every brain-dead thing I may say or do, and a surefire way to get me to stick to my guns. So I decided to take the high road with my Father. As many news outlets feel compelled to drink at … Continue reading Why I Ignored The Elephant In The Room
A couple weeks ago found myself cross-legged on the floor washing off the dirt of the winter from my front door, and suddenly I had tears running down my face. They were brought on by this beautiful rendition of Simple Gifts, performed by Yo Yo Ma and Allison Krause. It speaks to something, I suppose. Some vision, more faery tale, I have of the land of … Continue reading The Comfort Of Historical Knowledge
Dad and I were on the front porch back at The Homestead last time he was up from North Carolina, sitting in those Muskoka Chairs (or Adirondack if you’re American). It was a hot summer day, and he’d been busy over the last hour killing flies, and with a flick of the swatter disposing of their bodies between the floorboards. Dad is a news junkie, … Continue reading Good Fences Make Good Neighbours
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