Scottish Highlands

Scottish Highlands

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Making It Up As I Go Along #665

President Trump.  It’s still hard to believe that this is about to happen.  Already hearing about gay and minority people getting threatened by white guys who justify it with Trump’s presidency.  This may get rough.

I think this may all be happening as a backlash.  I think, in the Western World, white men have been told to give things up for much of the past twenty years.  White men have had the advantages in life for a long time.  Job opportunities, political say… basically running things.  And, for years now, we’ve been told women need more say and opportunity.  And racial minorities also need more.  I’m not saying these changes were wrong or unjustified.  I think it’s right.  But I can also see where the frustration would come from.  To see your father or grandfather have so many advantages in life… and to not share in such advantages.  That you didn’t do anything personally to lose out… but politicians have dictated that those advantages will no longer be there.  It’s not surprising that there’d be resentment towards that.  And if there’s a politician speaking about “making America great again” or “bringing back jobs”.  It could be a ray of hope for those people with all that resentment in them.

I don’t agree with any of this, mind you.  I think equal opportunities should be available and that it’s completely wrong to make a scape goat out of particular cultures, sex, or other demographic.  I think Trump is an ego maniac bordering on being a psychopath.  But I do think that this is all the reasoning why he ended up winning this election.  He spoke to a large, powerful demographic that, for the last twenty years, has been feeling hard done by.

On today’s walk, I’ve found the signs that, despite all the construction around my wooded area, the wildlife is still there.  Today I found deer tracks… coyote tracks and poop… and fresh stumps that are the result of beaver deforestation.  It made me smile.


Looking for some simple nostalgia after the US Election, the next day I watched back to back episodes of Three’s Company followed by a couple of old, favourite movies.  The Three’s Company really hit he spot.  It’s the first time I’ve watched any of that show for probably twenty years.  Some of it would never make it to TV today.  One episode had a rich man harassing Cindy (the second of the three blondes that lived with Janet and Jack).  He wouldn’t listen to her clear, negative responses to his advances.  Even both Jack and Janet were swayed to let Cindy marry the man because Jack would become a rich head chef at multiple, international restaurants and Janet would be given a flower shop to own.  Yes, today such subjects wouldn’t make it to sitcom TV.  It would be sexual harassment for certain.  The odd thing is that subjects that are now taboo on sitcoms still qualify you to be president of the most powerful nation on earth.  Hmm.

Still, all that aside, Three’s Company just reminded me of simpler times.  A small, simple apartment.  No cell phones.  No internet.  People drop by and ring the doorbell.  The phone rings and it’s a real person… that you know… on the other end of the line.  And it was a simpler time for me when I was originally watching the show.  First, when it was still airing new… watching it in the evenings laying on the floor in front of the TV.  And later, when reruns would come on around supper time… meals would be eaten in front of the TV with a smile on the face and worries far away.

Friday, November 04, 2016

Making It Up As I Go Along #664

So approximately 47 million people, in the US and Canada combined, watched the Cubs win the World Series.  I was kind of torn watching it.  I’m not a Cubs fan.  In fact there are three or four players on that team that I outright don’t like… while there was nobody I Cleveland I didn’t like, and several that I really wish were on my team… But it’s been 108 years for the poor ol’ Cubs and you’d need a heart of stone not to feel good for them.  So many stories around the fans of that team.  Especially the man in his late fifties who promised his now deceased father that they’d be together to see the Cubs win.  So this man took a radio and sat at his father’s grave to take in the game.  And it was quite a game to watch.  Good playoff baseball is as good as sports get.

I think it’s been the first time since I’ve moved to Ottawa that I was able to wear a pair of shorts in November.  Felt like 21 on November 2nd.  Hard to beat that.

An odd North American thing… or, at least odd to me… is how preoccupied we are about where we’re from.  That’s not to say that I find history and genealogy boring.  I’ve heard stories of my family background where I’d think “hmm, that’s kind of neat if it’s true”.  But we, in North America, are always trying to proudly state how we’re Irish or Italian or Greek… or whatever other nationality.  But the connection likely goes back hundreds of years.  At what point do you call yourself Canadian instead of Irish? It seems that the English are about the only ones who don’t do this.  Nobody in North America proudly say that “I’m English!”  It would simply confuse others as they’d ask if you’re from London and wonder what happened to your accent.

Writers Block
Keyboard clacking
Unknown words
Clacked in hope
That one of these words
Will inspire breakthrough
Clearing cobwebs
Burn the fog
Release the mind

But the mundane wins
A wall crawling bug
Carried out doors
Thoughts of the fridge
As evening nears
A sun beam
Interrupted
By shadow branches
Blown by winds
That lingers silent
Outside my window