Another Monday

What kind of a program makes statements about the human condition like, “war is the only thing we understand”. I tried watching Altered Carbon, a series on Netflix, focused on violence, portraying violence as the only way of the world. That violence exists I do not argue, but it is not all, and I doubt it ever will be. I do see though, that for some humans, it is all they see, or want to see. Why are there so many fatalistic themes in entertainment at this juncture in human history. Is someone(s) trying to bring the acceptance of violence into the lives of the young? Television and movies began to change in the 90s, when I first began to notice the theme of intolerance, contempt for others, and violence seeping into media entertainment. Now much of what is on offer on Netflix and Prime Video is either violent, or portrays ruthless ambition, almost glorifying these aspects of human nature. It is disturbing.

I guess the thinking is, what is the harm in it, it is only entertainment. Until you start thinking about the escalation of mass shootings in the US, by young people, and then it is difficult to believe there is no connection at all, between the portrayals of reality, and the reality that is developing.

I will be watching something other than Altered Carbon.

The morning began with bright sunshine streaming through the windows. Soon after daylight had established itself, the clouds rolled in. Late in the morning, snowflakes fell. There weren’t enough of them to accumulate, they all melted as soon as they reached the earth. The clouds continue to track the sky, allowing the sun to peek through from time to time.

The list of things I wanted to get done today was apparently too ambitious for reality. One of the projects involves setting up the sewing machine. Mist cottage is small, there is one table, it is the only working surface. In order to setup the sewing machine I will need to completely clear off the table. Th items on the table need to be moved. The place, where the items on the table will be moved to, needed to be cleared. And so on, and so on. After getting to the point where I could clear the table, so much time had elapsed that it seemed a waste of time to setup the sewing machine for only an hour or so. It would be better to begin again in the morning, leaving the whole day to work on the project itself.

The rest of the day consisted of small chores, like unloading the dishwasher. Who could complain about unloading a dishwasher! Not I. The dishwasher is a much appreciated appliance around here, particularly since there is very limited counter space here at Mist Cottage.

And that is Monday, as another week begins.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 2:00 PM EDT Monday 2 April 2018
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 2.0°C
Dew point: -3.7°C
Humidity: 66%
Wind: S 26 km/h
Visibility: 24 km


“If we attend continually and promptly to the little that we can do, we shall ere long be surprised to find how little remains that we cannot do.”
Samuel Butler
1835 – 1902


I have been thinking today about my own perspective of the world.

Sometimes I think the past is rosier because it is safely tucked away in memory. It is no longer subject to speculation, hope, expectation, or fear. The only part of it that can be altered is how we remember it.

There are periods of time though that are not rosier for their passing. These are the challenging times that hone our abilities to cope with unwanted circumstances.

One thing is certain about periods of time, rosy or challenging; time will flow, it will pass by us, through us, and we will be swept along with it. The now is not the forever.

When I think of my Grandbabies, I don’t muse about the world they will live in. I do not rail against the fates of power and greed; I waste no prescious time with those elements of human hubris. I do think about doing what I can, when I can, to make the world the kindest, most compassionate, and hopeful place it can be. Although I delight in giving my Grandbabies gifts, toys and treats and hugs and kisses, I know that doing what is right in my little bubble in the world is also of great importance to their future.

My contributions are invisible, because they are, and will remain, of little consequence to the machines of power. Sometimes I share them with Attila, who already loves me and thinks highly of me, because I know he will just appreciate them, and not need to broadcast or make use of them for any attentions or gain. It feels good to be known in this world. In turn he shares his contributions with me, an honour I cherish.

I watch those who rail against injustice with harsh words, pithy rage, ridicule, and other forms of psychological violence, in the name of cause, and I wonder that they actually believe that this behavior will yield peaceful settlement of conflict. I do not believe that any approach, engaging power and greed, is particularly successful in the long game; I look at the conditions of life for most humans on this planet and I know that no sweeping victories have been won on the front of human decency.

Sometimes I wish I could share what I see in the way that human social systems have structured themselves. But language does not allow this. Words cannot brush my observations into images that others can see.

Today a stone has been dropped into the water. Ripples will radiate to change the surface of the world we live in. Beneath that distorted surface, where much suffering may take place, human decency rests, light filters through, life continues.

I will always be grateful for and cherish Renee’s last word to her friends, Love.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 AM EST Friday 20 January 2017
Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 1.4°C
Dew point: -0.2°C
Humidity: 89%
Wind: SE 17 km/h
Visibility: 19 km


“The size of your audience doesn’t matter. What’s important is that your audience is listening.”
Randy Pausch