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
I cannot hop on a plane for a beach right now, I cannot go back into the past.
What I can do is write this blog and go cross-country skiing for the next couple of days, like it or not…