It is always a welcome interruption for me to amuse myself doing nothing on a snowy day.  A snowy day blocks out every routine I normally pursue.  There is for example no bicycling. This is a double-feature because it precludes not only the performance but also the exertion. Though I recall when I was working at my private law office at 77 Little Bridge Street I would sometimes trudge through the snow to work on a snowy day with Monroe my French bulldog.  We both had to leap from one drift to another before finally reaching the liberation of a main road that had been plowed. We later had the privilege of spending most of the day snoozing or playing catch in the front office since my staff was housebound and clients were unwilling to venture out. The tranquillity of the snowy day enveloped the entire building just as it had quelled trade.

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Judging by the current weather forecast, today is likely one of the best for outdoor bicycling for the next week or more. Snow is on the horizon. The temperature today is just around 0°C under an azure sky. And we’re profiting from the recent cold snap and clear air so the roads are predominantly dry. Last evening we resolved to go cycling this morning; accordingly we were on the road by 8:30 am.

Jamieson Street, Thoburn Street, Dr. Bach Street, Fairburn Bros. Street, King Street, Argyle Street, St. George Street, Country Street, Ann Street, Church Street, William Street, Robert Street, Country Street, Argyle Street, King Street, Metcalfe Drive, Tait McKenzie Street, Thoburn Street, Vaughan Street, Jamieson Street.

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Looking over the contents of the North Lanark Regional Museum in the Village of Appleton it is apparent that the collection of things from the past hundred years or so is nothing more sublime than a Waltham pocket watch given as a wedding gift, a Teddy Bear originally named after the 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, a medal issued by the citizens of Almonte in commemoration of Harry McIntosh, a soldier of the First World War, the glass plate negative of a school house classroom, a creamer, ice tongs from a log home, military medals, a milk pitcher belonging to one of the first settlers, a Pinard Horn a type of stethoscope used to listen to the fetal heartbeat invented in France by obstetrician Dr. Adolphe Pinard who was an early supporter of advancing prenatal care, a Fleam being a commonly used medical instrument when bloodletting was a frequent practice, a doll made from dried corn husk leaves and corn silk, a practice credited to the aboriginal people of Canada, a military greatcoat, a wall clock made by the Arthur Pequegnat Clock Company in Kitchener, Ontario which used to hang in the School Section (S.S.) No. 11 school in the Village of Appleton, blacksmithing spectacles, a porridge pot brought to Canada from Scotland in 1821, a weaving shuttle used in the Collie Woollen Mills, a handmade quilt, an antique copy of the works of Thomas Moore, 19th-century Irish poet and lyricist, a commode chair, a bread mixer and dough maker, a Red Rose Tea porcelain figurine, graniteware pie plates, and a T. Eaton Co. trophy presented to the student with the most points at the Ramsay School Fair in 1937 won by Malcolm Frederick Benjamin James, a student at S.S. #11 Ramsay in the Village of Appleton. Yet these less than stellar things, pedestrian as they are, instantly capture one’s wistful attention and reflect similar items which many of us to this day continue to cherish in our boudoir drawers and disconnected cupboards like cousins twice removed or a garbled narrative.

North Lanark Regional Museum

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Though I sleep better now that I have quit drinking coffee (formerly a morning and late afternoon ritual which was an excessive addiction because of the appalling strength of each cup), I nonetheless occasionally continue to ruminate idly throughout the night. My inveterate middle of the night preoccupation is about what I intend to write on my web site. Not that I consider the expositions duty or employment; but rather for some inexplicable reason I must elucidate. It is likely no more than an inborn bent for storytelling. Last night’s witching hour focus was an inquest behind the distasteful behaviour of Trump supporters; in particular, what fear, hate and anger promotes such apparently insane beliefs as those advanced by Congresswoman Marjorie Taylor Greene whose vows according to Senate Minority Leader Addison Mitchell McConnell Jr are “a cancer” for the GOP.

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Pardon the vulgarity but my boarding school portrait of the ideal start to the day was a “Shit, Shave and Shower”.  Below is a less crude piece I discovered this morning on the internet. Though it has the flavour of a flower child – and it certainly would not constitute the copybook prescription for an alcoholic – there is for those of a more restrained cast the modicum of attraction. The thing noticeably missing in my opinion is music. With my Bose NC 700 Headphones on and a connection to Apple Music it is but a swipe to Chopin, Bach, Beethoven or Ravel and the instant elevation of spirit!

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For reasons of which I am uncertain – if indeed there is anything especially abstruse about the decision – we’ve lately committed ourselves to retiring no later than 10:00 pm. No doubt the less than perplexing election was moderately prompted by the current wash of attention to record-keeping and accounting arising from the likes of Apple Watch whereby the manufacturers have created a seeming imperative to note every footstep, heartbeat and kilometre in order to legitimize their particular device.  One of the functions is a pre-set bedtime and, I presume, arising, the overall theme being that eight hours of sleep each night at the same time is a good thing.

With the Sleep app on Apple Watch, you can create bedtime schedules to help you meet your sleep goals. Wear your watch to bed, and Apple Watch can track your sleep. When you wake up, open the Sleep app to learn how much sleep you got and see your sleep trends over the past 14 days.

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Remarkable though it may seem – considering we’re in the middle of winter in Canada – I went for a  bicycle ride this morning as did I yesterday morning as well.  I didn’t go far either day, about 4.7Km today and only 2.83Km yesterday. The temperature both mornings was about -14°C and today the air was filled with tiny crystals though the wind was less sharply driven than yesterday. More importantly the subdivision roads were predominantly clear; and significantly, little traffic.  There was frequently a welcome layer of sand and undissolved salt. The curiosity of bicycling in these conditions is strange because those who are walking (often with their dogs) express alarm that one should bicycle when it is so cold – though they themselves are walking in identical conditions! I confess that the opportunity is diminished by the implacable fear of slipping on an ice patch; but with caution I was able to capture invigorating fresh air and sufficient exercise to enhance an appetite for my subsequent breakfast (an equally cherished undertaking).

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Last evening we watched a documentary-style television program hosted by a dark-skinned moderator concerning the ancestry of a man and a woman (unrelated) of Jewish heritage. The disturbing accounts of the pogroms (organized massacre of Jewish people in Russia and eastern Europe) were strangely quelled by the investigation of them by a man who might well have historical roots in slavery. All three persons involved in the dialogue were exceedingly intelligent and successful by any measure. What however captured my more earnest inquiry was why these pogroms began in the first place. What was it that so compelled one set of human beings to respond so violently to another?

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“I do not ask to live to a hundred,” my aunt would say, for she preferred to have no definite limit fixed to the number of her days.“

The unimaginable approaches each of us in a novel and unusual way. Some propose (or pretend) a callous indifference.  Others seek to circumscribe the unknown by single-minded dedication to what they believe is calculated advantage. Some simply abandon the prospect either by ignorance or metaphysical elucidation. Whatever the aforethought no matter how purposeful or reckless it may be, the accepted awareness is that there isn’t one. We all know of those who have been removed from this indefinable sphere too soon and others who have lingered far beyond expectation. We all share that limitless prospective.

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Accordingly, there must be something whose nonexistence would cancel all internal possibility whatsoever. This is a necessary thing.

Kant then argues that this necessary thing must have all the characteristics commonly ascribed to God. Therefore God necessarily exists. This a priori step in Kant’s argument is followed by a step a posteriori, in which he establishes the necessity of an absolutely necessary being. He argues that matter itself contains the principles which give rise to an ordered universe, and this leads us to the concept of God as a Supreme Being, which “embraces within itself everything which can be thought by man.” “God includes all that is possible or real.”

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