Category Archives: General

Grandchildren

Living as we do in an apartment building which houses predominantly retired people – and because the smallish apartments are not conducive to families – one often hears references to grandchildren. The common remark is that the grandchildren are visiting, or the grandchildren are playing in a sports event or the grandchildren helped clarify a technology issue. Generally speaking the ages of the grandchildren vary from 1 month to 24 years, but mostly in the middle somewhere. And not surprisingly the residence of the grandchildren is commonly nearby – no doubt initially a reflection of the wish of the grandparent(s) to be close to his/her/their own child or children.

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British humour

This morning – not atypical of almost any Sunday morning as of late – I received from my erstwhile physician an email in which he included an article preceded by the stock introduction,”I thought you would be interested in this story from The Sunday Times“. The story was entitled, “Stephen Fry: What Jeeves and PG Wodehouse taught me about life.”

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Cotillion of the moral persuasion

The indisputable advantage of old age is the readiness to speak one’s mind.  Though it is not a benefit upon which I daily linger, there are nonetheless occasions (such as that which arose today) when I lapse into the vernacular without hesitation. I am naturally grateful for the inspiration to do so arising from my acquaintance with those who stimulate such alacrity.

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A very social kind of day

It’s already 10:20 pm.  The day has vanished. And my head is spinning. I can hardly recollect what I have done and where I have been.  Our “drop by for a quick visit” guest – who has recently moved into the apartment building and who said she’d pop around before 6:00 o’clock for a hurried chat – left approaching nine o’clock.  And I can assure you it was a non-stop confab!  We touched upon endless details surrounding our mutual experiences in the local legal community over the past fifty years. Her arrival here with Bruun & Bennett, Barrs. &c. in Carleton Place predates by several years my own with Galligan & Sheffield, Barrs. &c. in 1976. We are both of an age, separated by less than a month.

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Addiction

After a lifetime pursuit of unfulfilled (or, should I say, unrequited) yearning, I have come to realize that my problem is either greed or addiction.  I do however relieve myself of the peril of rapacity because often my failure was not gluttony but appreciation. I appreciated the quality of the things I so relentlessly pursued.  But that distinction, I have discovered, is a small compliment because there are many, many things in life of enviable quality, the recognition of which is possible without having to add the acquisitive feature to it – anymore than a thief must have the Crown Jewels. Some things can be admired from afar and without the possessory element.

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Say what you will, he’s not a warmonger

Although he likes to talk with bravado – and frequently threatens retaliatory action if things don’t go his way – Trump, for all his faults and appearance as a schoolyard bully, has never embraced the mantle of a warmonger. I suppose the same could be said of just about any of the American presidents in the past century. What makes Trump stand out is that he not only resists the need or temptation to align himself with one side or the other of a conflict, he encourages the two sides to lay down their arms and get on with the business of improving life.

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Giardino Segreto

Increasingly I am narrowing my focus. This is not however demonstrative of an enviable concentration. Most certainly it doesn’t represent a frolicking adventurous spirit. It is a product of aging. Whether by virtue of having already attempted all that I dare to encounter; or whether it merely reflects an acknowledgement of my growing incapacity, either way I haven’t a persuasive fervour to remove myself from my current environment. Today for example I have tripped across the North Atlantic Ocean to the Island of Madagascar, then further afield – with more evidence of French imperialism – to Mauritius in the Indian Ocean. It was all terribly exhausting.

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Drawing room leisure

For as long as I can remember I have sat at a desk – whether in prep school, undergraduate studies, law school, law office and into retirement. The nature of the desks has evolved simultaneously – from unimpressive synthetics to weathered pine to mahogany hardwood laterally adorned with brass handles and corners. Commensurately the history of desk lamps has also gradually changed – from goosenecks to candlestick lamps to Grecian urns. My drawing room leisure has always been focused on the desk which constitutes my current perspective to the world.

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