What’s after the cake and ice cream?

We awoke this morning at 5:30 am in preparation for an out-patient appointment at the Arnprior & District Memorial Hospital on John St N. If that early morning congress were not enough to disrupt a normal day we afterwards did so indisputably. As a celebratory reward for our abrupt communion with the real world we bought two pieces of signature carrot cake from the Tea & Cake restaurant on Bridge Street in Almonte. Okay, yes, at home we added a bit more for starters; some delicious baked flatbread with select toppings. So we made a complete meal out of it.  And there was coffee afterwards. But the dessert was the killer!

The immediate satisfaction from this infrequent postprandial appeasement left no doubt about the addictive quality of sugar. It was initially seductive, promoting moderate illusion or stimulation. It propelled me through several chapters of Thomas Babington Macaulay’s History of England from the Accession of James II with uncommon vibrancy. But then I withered. I prolonged myself in our den and promptly fell asleep.

To disguise the lassitude and disruption of my regular routine, upon awakening I whimsically telephoned an ancient colleague of mine who retired from the practice of law before I did. While we were never especially close, we have however knowingly endured many distinguishable events in one another’s lives, having both commenced private practice in Almonte at about the same time over forty years ago. Solo practitioners are by definition singular, some would say both unique and curious (and not always in a good way).  If I were to identify one characteristic of a solo practitioner it is that he or she is succinct and direct. Accordingly my comrade and I instantly opened target upon one another, reviving commensurately all the platitudes and distilled evolutions of both time and the legal mind. Naturally the repartee was entirely good hearted; and indeed as might be expected between two aging colleagues the communication was not without its sentimentality.

Earlier in the day, I profited by the unaccustomed broadening of the morning hours by having taken a bicycle ride throughout the neighbourhood and afterwards having caught a bit of nourishing sunshine in the garden patio. Oh, and a short trip to Stittsville to have the car washed.  And while I was there I finally mustered the energy and application to apply some cleansing fluid to the inside glass of the windshield as well as the driver and passenger windows for the first two rows. I feel I have overcome a decade of inattention.

Meanwhile it’s back to Trump and the astounding developing story of the United States of America. The authenticity of the American Dream is at stake. No longer will rhetoric alone succeed to preserve the hope of equality. What is now required is fundamental democracy.