It was by my standards early this morning that I clambered out of bed. Shortly after eight o’clock I believe.  Yes, 8:00 am precisely. I recall last evening having set the alarm. The reason?  Our housekeeper was coming today and, more pointedly, I had a yearning for bacon and eggs.  So in order to remove ourselves from the apartment and to satisfy my hankering, we agreed to go to Antrim Truck Stop in Arnprior for breakfast.  Mistakenly I imagined the place wouldn’t be busy in the middle of January in the middle of the week.  Fortunately however we arrived there early enough, just early enough, to beat the line-up at the entrance to the restaurant where (inside) a glistening tractor trailer is conspicuously stationed in deference to the trucking community which notably frequents the place (there are even private showers adjoining the rest rooms). Nonetheless the restaurant clientele this morning was mostly old fogeys such as ourselves, people with nothing better to do on a brilliantly sunny wintry morning.

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It requires but a moment of idyll reflection to initiate an equally peaceful recollection of a former friend or acquaintance with whom one has momentarily lost touch. And from that blissful allusion instantly arises the question, “I wonder how she’s doing?” or some curiosity of a similar nature. Staying in touch with family, friends and acquaintances is an important part of the human cycle.  By the same token, failing to keep in touch is as damaging as the alternative is improving. On both sides of the fence, separation or absence is something to be defeated only by staying in touch.

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Listening today to a collection of Jazz Standards it was apparent that the weather and the seasons are not an uncommon source of wistful reverie. The examples include: Blue Skies, Summer Wind, Come Rain or Come Shine, Stormy Weather, Misty, Autumn Leaves and Foggy Day. What however spurred my curiosity in particular was the seeming acceptance of climate as an inevitable consequence of one’s life; that is, there was no obvious insert surrounding removal from the musical capital.

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It requires very little interruption for me to feel extraordinarily removed from the centre of the pendulum that is life.  Just lately for example I was swung far afield by an automotive disturbance, one which for me was especially compelling because, aside from touching upon my “things”, it evoked an element of repentance. I wrongfully imagined “I should have known better”.  And then, in what I am shamefully learning is my inimitable way under pressure of even the most moderate degree, I extrapolated to unknown situations by assuming that existing trends of defeat and destruction will continue. Such I suppose is the unenviable condition of an anxious person.

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When my parents, sister and I lived in Washington DC around 1957 our maid Dinah gave me a snow globe for Christmas one year. It was at a time when I enthused about tropical fish.  I had at least two aquariums (one large, one small) in which I cultivated a community of fish in the large tank and bred fish (mostly Guppies) in the small tank. The snow globe which Dina gave me had what appeared to be floating gold fish each moored by a thread to the bottom; and naturally when I shook the globe it caused a storm of snow-like particles to erupt about the entirety.

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“Marvel at nothing” – that is perhaps the one and only thing that can make a man happy and keep him so.

When I graduated from prep school at St. Andrew’s College in 1967 I was obliged to undertake a choice of studies which I would pursue in completion of my undergraduate Bachelor of Arts degree at Glendon Hall. For reasons which have never been entirely apparent (other than it was a decision which reflected what at the time was my earnest inquiry) I chose Philosophy as my so-called “major”.  It was, I can tell you, a resolve which met with a succinct rebuttal from my father who, upon hearing of my fixity of purpose, said only, “Well, it’s your bed; you make it, you sleep in it!”  Without engaging in futile analysis about whether or not he were correct (he had wanted me to study Economics instead), I will however observe that quite by accident I subsequently discovered when attending law school that a knowledge of deductive reasoning (characterized by or based on the inference of particular instances from a general law) was certainly not foreign to the appreciation of the constitution and legal codes, nor for that matter contract or tort law.

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Though it hardly bears repeating, there are instances in life which are very upsetting. Moreso because for a moment at least they appear irreparable; and most certainly by any analysis the events leading up to the misfortune are irreversible whatever the consequence. Normally the consequence of any misfortune is readily apparent; that is, the misfortune isn’t merely a misunderstanding (which is a matter entirely of another less damaging category).  Misfortune varies from being what is called a problem to what is more dramatically characterized as a setback or a stroke of bad luck, perhaps even a disaster, tragedy or sorrow, or at worst a calamity.

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Surely there is nothing that transcends the soporific indulgence and rapture of an afternoon nap. It is one of life’s tiny but incomparable pleasures, always astonishingly assured to leave the petitioner fully recovered and unwittingly strengthened. It is to my mind the most uplifting dither one can possibly accomplish with the least and most sparing effort required. It is aimless, natural, unprovoked and innately sublime. It hasn’t the brevity of a catnap nor the sixth-hour culture of a siesta. It is a midday luxury peculiarly distinct from and never to be confused with ordinary sleep.

And that’s the thing, it isn’t mere dormancy. It isn’t the imperative suspension of physical functions. It isn’t a biological necessity. Rather it comes across as an unmerited luxury. More often than not it is entirely unscheduled and unpredicted, seldom a submission which can be planned. And it is an undertaking far from being guaranteed even if intended by any measure or purpose at all.

Catching a glimpse of one who is napping is assured to disclose a thoroughly absent mind, one who appears to have been temporarily suspended in a moment of complete vacuity, released from the worries of the world, lost in the bliss and sunk in the abyss of emptiness, thoughtlessness and distant ambition. Indeed the afternoon nap at its zenith is most often unpremeditated which of course is the reason for a good deal of the fun. And once having recovered from the brief interlude – and it always is astonishingly condensed – amazingly one is able to carry on as though having only been frozen for a second in the exact posture previously imposed or adopted. The afternoon nap is an apostrophe of social behaviour, a grammatically correct courtesy. Seldom is any but the incline of the head disturbed in the least, while the complex adjuncts of the body remain immobile and torpid as though one were listening acutely to a gripping narrative or podcast.

A snow storm is forecast.

Discussion: Snow associated with a major winter storm is expected to arrive this afternoon and continue into Wednesday morning. Snow will likely change to ice pellets or freezing rain tonight. Several hours of freezing rain are possible particularly in the Ottawa Valley. The amount of snow will depend on how quickly precipitation changes to ice pellets or freezing rain although some locations may receive 10 to 20 cm of snow.

Already the snow has begun to angle heavily in the sky. The sky has turned grey and tenebrous. Fortuitously I didn’t get out of bed until late this morning. I have since enjoyed a marvellous brunch of lox and eggs followed by a stimulating chilled espresso.

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Be not mistaken! Old age can be a ball!  Maybe not jumping on tables. But every other feature of the jamboree is unequivocally sustained. After having surpassed ¾ a century there is nothing I have lately done to improve my life more than old age. Oh yes, from what I wistfully recall I have numerous fond reminiscences of youth. But always at a cost. Now I go to bed whenever I wish after having done whatever I want. And next morning I awaken at any time as well – and nothing to regret, nothing to forget, nothing to abet. Arising from the lair is a feat of endurance not a recovery from indolence.

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