In 1996 I suffered a back injury. I heard it rip at the the time, a terrible sound. It was a weak spot in my back, having been injured way back in 1970 at a Bob Dylan concert at Maple Leaf Gardens in Toronto, Ontario. At that concert we were coming down the concrete stairs… Continue reading Robins & Grackles
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Honouring Ancestors
One of the things I love about retirement is the time to follow one’s curiosity. This morning I awoke at 5:15 a.m. There was no going back to sleep, so I arose, quietly closing the bedroom door behind me so that Attila could slumber undisturbed in the quiet, darkened room. I settled in the early… Continue reading Honouring Ancestors
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I have a rule of three. It works for me. For instance, if I think someone is prone to being mean towards others, I don’t decide this is true when I observe the first instance. (Caveat: depends on the incident of course, they vary by degree.) If another incidence is observed, or affirmed from a… Continue reading Facebook!
Fairy Book
Attila and I are regaining our balance after the fraught first days of the new regime under President Donald Trump. We restrict our exposure to the madness to a few hours a day, to stay current, and alert as to how things are playing out in the world around us. I mention it here only… Continue reading Fairy Book
Freezing Rain
The weather here is hideous today. How fortunate that we got out to visit our Rideau Camp on Sunday, when it was mild and cloudy, and the roads were clear and dry. When Attila left for work at 6 a.m. there was already a crust of ice on everything. I assumed he arrived safely at… Continue reading Freezing Rain