As we drive into Sutton, part of my subconscious scowls at the way things are changing. I see beauty around me, the leaves turning scarlet and bright orange, but deep within I cannot accept with wholehearted acceptance the loss of my beloved summer.
Markets, along with beautiful hiking trails taking me out into glorious nature, are among my favourite places to visit.
The full vacation vibe descended on me from head to toe, a feeling of ease, freedom and carefree joy. Just from dunking in the ocean.
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.