This morning when my partner messaged his eponymous nephew Denis Secundus to invite him chez nous for an afternoon tea, he replied that he was about to leave to join his two sons in bouldering.
When you least expect…
Although not everything lately has gone as swimmingly as I might have wished, undeniably today is the least worrisome I have been in a while. The combination of both medical and dental emergencies over the past four months has at last – thanks to the inestimable talent of my professional advisors – become tolerable. This afternoon, in deference to my new-found tranquility, I positioned myself on the balcony overlooking the field and upriver. When not dozing in the warm sunshine – stimulated in my dreamlike state by the squawking Canada geese which had assembled in parade lines along the river’s shores – I contemplated the summary fate of aging. Specifically I ruminated upon the narrowing reserve of one’s friends.
The geocentric view of the cosmos
PTOLEMY (2nd century) Greek astronomer and geographer. His teachings had enormous influence on medieval thought, the geocentric view of the cosmos being adopted as Christian doctrine until the late Renaissance. Ptolemy’s Geography, giving lists of places with their longitudes and latitudes, was also a standard work for centuries, despite its inaccuracies.
Some other time
The lyrics of “Some Other Time” have beguiled me for years. The melody is mesmerizing. Whenever I hear it, it instantly puts me in a state of reflective reverie and melancholy. I first listened to the song on a CD called “A Jazz Romance: A Night in With Verve” released January 1, 1998, Universal Studios Canada Ltd. The piece is beautifully performed by Diana Krall (vocal) and Mark Whitfield (guitar). To jazz enthusiasts these artists represent the top of their class. I have since discovered that the CD is a “must have” for the jazz aficionado.
On the deck
Today is indisputably a springtime day heralding the annual freshet. There are squawking geese amassing on the river and triangulating high in the sky. The snow is melting in the open farmlands and the temperatures are rising charitably above freezing. It’s late afternoon. I’m sitting on the balcony overlooking the sodden fields and churning river beyond. We’ve just returned from Oxford Mills where we lunched on mussels in a creamy parmesan sauce with an exotic side of a tiny loaf of bread individually served on a cutting board with miniature ceramic bowls of butter and olive oil.
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The frustration one experiences in attempting to contact anyone in a large or even moderately large organization by telephone is compounded initially by automation and latterly by privacy legislation. Both features appear designed to defeat the caller in his or her attempt to communicate. The incident invariably ends in complete annoyance, usually only heightening the angst which prompted the effort in the beginning.
What are your fears?
Introduction:
My dear Reader – I am hopeful that the following assessment by my friend HAL at ChatGPT will, if nothing else, enlarge upon what follows from my own pen. Billy
The dregs
Sitting at my desk, having exhausted my preliminary necessities of the day, I am looking upriver across the endless rolling meadows to the cerulean horizon. Nearby in the field immediately below, there are skinny Canada geese (always in pairs) waddling up and down the narrow pathways between the cornstalk stubble looking for food. Occasionally, one of the geese stops to extend its neck towards the ground, attaching its black beak to a remnant corn cob unearthed from the abandoned residuum. In this solemn atmosphere, the geese take what they can get.
Marching along…
What seems to have been only days ago I marvelled at the precipitous transition from the short month of February to the long month of March. And now here we are already approaching the final day of March. In our own springtime fashion we have joined the parade of Canada geese who purposively distinguish themselves in clamorous congregations along the shore of the Mississippi River and rampantly gliding overhead or across the distant farmlands.
Wistful thinking
Late afternoon today in the distant fading sky are flocks of Canada geese circulating above the placid though burgeoning river below. The mirror upon the former icy gloss of the river’s face has revealed a rich blue with only a rim of pure white snow surviving on the shorelines. Today is Saturday, March 21st, the date often greeted as the first day of spring. This year the much vaunted inauguration was actually yesterday, Friday, March 20th.