As I drive home from Cowansville I’m a bit surprised that I’m not more tired. As I sat in the medical clinic awaiting my number to be called in order to register for a blood test which I had been putting off for weeks, I was mindful how physical exhaustion plays with your mind. For… Continue reading Some Thoughts on the Last Day of July, 2017
his is obviously not the season where one sees Canada geese around here. They were equally surprised to see me too, and started honking enthusiastically. They all jumped into the water and swam in a circle around the far side of the pond, led by the largest goose, all of them honking non-stop.
My wife said something to me the other day: “Ron, I never see you bored.”
“I know,” I said. “I wake up, I do a few things, and the next thing you know it’s suppertime.”
I tell people who ask that I’ve been playing bridge for about five years which isn’t quite true, but usually makes me looks good. If I play well people will think that I’m smart for someone playing only five years; if I play lousy, people will be more prone to forgive me my lapses.
Seniors weren’t a very large majority but still, most of the people hiking the trails were white haired, hiking-pole carrying types, slow-and-steady walking, who consulted books and took a lot of pictures.
Wow, I thought, waking up the first morning, this feels really good. Naomi felt it too. It feels really good, sometimes, to get away, just as it feels good to come home. We all need a change of place from time to time.
The long walk to baggage claim. Montreal International Airport. Naomi and I are on the moving walkway but the space beside us, a long and wide and very smooth floor, is there for the taking. Two kids, fashionably dressed in black — caps, T-shirts and pants — glide by us on skateboards. “The perfect place to… Continue reading A Poster Remembered