Some things are just hard to accept…

Of all the emotions and settled thoughts which have convinced me inalterably  – or at the very least persuaded me beyond hesitation – two set themselves apart. One, is the recognition that razor clams in brine are not for everyone. Two, is the recognition that certain people are crazy. These are naturally purely metaphorical. The first for example captures the peculiarly individual – and innately powerful – characteristic of each of us. The second – though admittedly not as patent – is a universal trait which springs from a lapse which any one of us might suffer. Consider those instances when sudden paranoia or frightful impalpability arise.

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Trumpery

From the outset I confess I am among others who – although oft times more vocally than I – have generously acknowledged Donald J. Trump’s foray into politics. It usually goes something like this, “Well, you gotta give him credit!” When listening this morning to a FOX NEWS recording of Trump’s latest rally two things were patent: one, his rhetoric always entails a trashy-mouthed tale of discredit about somebody; and, two, he says nothing substantive – or if it seems that he does, it is usually false.

Trumpery” first appeared in English in the mid-15th century with the meanings “deceit or fraud” (a sense that is now obsolete) and “worthless nonsense.” Less than 100 years later, it was being applied to material objects of little or no value.

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Someone’s gotta do it!

There was a time when getting out of bed beyond 7:00 am was an event I considered wholly scandalous! It was either a wilful disregard of obligation or an abuse of privilege. Nor did it matter whether the monstrous disgrace transpired on a weekend or a weekday.  Indeed a weekend – especially if the weather were favourable – was all the more cause to get up and to get going! From those pastoral though Stoic days I have now thankfully broken free. In a word my descent to the nether ambitions has afforded me a smug complacency.

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Frosty hint…

An indisputable novelty of staying north for the winter is the very nearly imperceptible remake of the seasons. Travelling south at this time of year has characteristically exhausted the delicacy notwithstanding the taunting though evanescent insinuations of the Shenandoah Valley and the Blue Mountains en route.

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John Keats would have swooned!

Even though the extraordinarily pleasing weather today had been forecast several days ago we were nonetheless smitten from the moment of arising this morning! We immediately opened the patio door on the balcony and cranked back the windows throughout the apartment. Part of the forecast is a precipitous decline of the temperature overnight ushering in what appears to be unremittingly cool weather. We have but fleetingly escaped traditional autumnal weather.

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Debate Night!

Show me someone who doesn’t know tonight is the final debate between US presidential hopefuls Trump and Biden! From the moment I awoke this morning – no, throughout the past three days – I have been consumed by the upcoming event!  It surprised me to learn when speaking today with a long-time friend in Nova Scotia that he and his gun dogs are able to bear the deprivation. He said he’d prefer to drink his martini in peace! It is perhaps a poignant notification that we for our part have descended to the vulgarity of the groundlings.

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How do you wish to be remembered?

Reminiscences about the dead are – at least demonstrably – more often than not rather like the funerals that preceded them; namely, fraught with anguish, despair and sadness. This, as I am certain you’ll agree, is not the preferred way to confront the “inevitable” notwithstanding the circumstances or consequences of the loss. What, I ask, is there to be gained by submerging oneself within a stew of sorrow?  I can’t but imagine how more inspiring a recollection would be if it were heightened instead by spirited bravado.

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“…and from the north there blew an iciness…”

Autumn – so I am beginning to think – is like life itself; namely, an initial canvass of every colour on the palette suddenly followed by evaporation and a dormant chill. As I have so often remarked, “Nature teaches us how to die” which in this context will suffice as a period of transition from one expression to another. That is to say, there was today as we cycled along the erstwhile railway right-of-way no suggestion of either demise or disappearance; rather the willing admission of change conjoined by the uncommon beauty and effervescence of the season. The irrepressibility of the morning constitutional lingered undiminished into the afternoon.

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Perfect Autumn Afternoon!

There are I am sure few extravagances about which one is instinctively reluctant to clamour on the public stage. Yet proclamations involving cravings can so often descend into frightfully common exhibitions! Fortunately for me I needn’t lapse into the threat of the visceral on that particular subject. My personal indulgence is the passenger automobile. The snag is not that there is anything wrong with an affection for a mechanical device; but that automobiles so often reflect a hidden perversion or psychological impediment of the owner. It is common knowledge that the adrenalin is aroused differently in prospective customers; and the manufacturers have long ago learned just how to market their brand.

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Circular reasoning

Four years of listening to Donald J. Trump as putative and elected president of the United States of America – a personal intelligence project which I initially began with interest in the candidate but which soon descended into an inexorable education in politics – I have shamefully only now  acknowledged that there is some muster to Trump’s bluster. Or as is so often regurgitated, “It’s not just what you say, it’s how you say it!

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