Scottish Highlands

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

Making It Up As I Go Along #655

IBeen a while since I’ve posted.  Overly busy one weekend… A death in the family (one of my uncles) another weekend.  Together, they made writing on a blog not a high priority.  So, as for what’s been going on…

Dad lost a brother a few weeks ago.  I won’t go into it much because I know how much this uncle hated social media and I don’t think he’d want to be discussed in a blog that’s linked to Facebook.  But he fought for many years and will be missed.  Times like those are when living away from home is hard.  You feel a million miles away from family in such times.

My good neighbours are moving.  Harley and family put the house up for sale and will likely be gone by August.  I’ll miss having them around.  They’ve been good neighbours… And friends.  Today, I happened to see the first of the potential buyers coming through to have a look at the place.  Both pulling into the driveway and leaving, they drove over my lawn… And the dad walked over my lawn with no thought when he took his child out of the backseat.  Not a good first impression.

To compound the neighbourhood issue, my other neighbour put his garbage out for Thursday.  The problem being that Thursday was only a cardboard recycling day.  Today is Sunday… The garbage bags remain.  This is the same dirtbag that I saw open a letter as he walked back from his mailbox… He just tossed the strip of envelop he tore off onto the ground.  Honestly… The wrong neighbours are moving.  I’m suddenly left wondering about another possible move myself.  I always thought that, as long as I’m living alone in Ottawa, I’d likely be staying here.  Now I’m not as sure.  Hopefully Harley’s replacement will end up good.

My CPSIC return date is official.  I finish in Latents on August 4… Start in at CPSIC on the 9th.  Back to the twelve hour shifts and overnights… And those wonderful four days off.  At that time, the blog will return to an eight day cycle instead of Sunday posting.  

Hopping a plane in four days.  Flying home Thursday evening for two and a half weeks.  This will be the first I actually see my sister and family in two years.  I think it’ll be the longest stretch we’ve gone since being together.  A bit of Gros Morne Park… Some Fogo Island… And eight or nine days around town… Looking forward to it.  Though still not sure how to pack.  Looks like a lot of 14 degree days and possible single digit nights in the near future.  Will I even need a pair of shorts?  I love my homeland… But come on… It’s summer already.  

I’m slowly integrating to Ottawa in my sports watching.  I now enjoy watching two local teams and cheer them on.  Though the Senators remains as not being one of them.  I aim to watch football whenever the Redblacks are on TV… And I went to two games last year.  And the Champions baseball team is a fun time as well.  Been to two games there so far this season and watched another game on TV the other day.  Plus I bought a Champions ball cap and jersey this season.  Perhaps a football jersey isn’t far behind.  The one that surprises me is that I’ve never gotten too excited about the junior hockey here.  I’ve been in Ottawa for thirteen years now and I think I’ve gone to only three 67’s games in that time.  They’re a historic OHL team playing in a nice stadium but I’ve just never caught the bug.  And my ignoring of the Senators remains largely based on the fan base rather than the team itself.  So many Senator fans are petty and whiny about their team.  Every loss is due to bad refs.  Every win is a sign that the Stanley Cup is near.  Every Senator player is a budding star and every opponent is dirty and evil.  I know there are dumb fans for every hockey team… And there are good fans for every team as well (even the Sens).  But there’s an insecurity and unwillingness to see reality here, with this team, that I haven’t seen in any other hockey market.  

I haven’t written since the Orlando shooting and all the fallout around it.  The truth is, in America, the gun debate has already been won.  When small children were the main victims of a mass shooting, in Sandy Hook, and nothing came of it from a gun control point of view, that’s proof that Americans have made up their mind about how things stand with gun control.  But there’s seriously something wrong when 90% of a democratic country’s population support a bill on some level of gun control… And the president of that country supports such a bill… Yet still, nothing is done.  And honestly, I don’t mind if somebody is pro gun.  I don’t own guns nor have any interest in having anything to do with them, but if someone else has an interest in them I don’t want to be the one to tell them they’re wrong in that.  But that said, if there’s just been a mass shooting and a community is in mourning… That’s the time for pro gun people to just shut up.  Don’t post on social media trying to make yourselves some sort of victim as you fear losing civil rights.  Little kids were killed just a few years ago and you lost no rights at all.  Let the mourners now be angry and let them vent.  You won’t lose anything over it and may in fact come off as a little classy and reasonable.  Really, I haven’t seen a more insecure and frightened group of people in this world as those that fear their guns are going to be taken away.  Anti-gun people would probably not be so anti-gun if the gun nuts simply didn’t act so nuts about their guns.  And this constant fear from white North Americans that someone bad is going to break into their house in the middle of the night… It’s paranoia.  You’re more likely to be struck by lightning as you walk to the lottery office to claim your million dollar win than be needing an AR 15 propped up next to your night table for protection while you sleep.  It’s a threat that’s so infinitesimally small that it isn’t worth worrying about. 

So in the end, I do think there should be a level of gun control.  I don’t think people should be allowed machine guns or bazookas.  I think any weapon designed for use by marines in a war zone should not be available for soccer moms in the suburbs.  And not only should there be background checks on anyone looking to buy a gun, but there should be regular psychological exams for anyone owning anything more than a hunting rifle (because even a good and reasonable person who owns a gun isn’t guaranteed to remain good and reasonable for the rest of their lives).  But even though I believe that’s what should be… I saw the fallout from the Sandy Hook shooting… And I know gun owners have won.

Anyway, that’s it for today.  I will bring the iPad and Bluetooth keyboard to Newfoundland so I hope to update the blog at least once while there… Though I can’t guarantee that it’ll be next Sunday.  Whenever the chance comes up, I’ll do it.

   

Monday, May 30, 2016

Making It Up As I Go Along #654

Not much struck me this week.  Doing regular walks again.  Went for at least a half hour, and more often closer to an hour, seven of the last nine days.  The pair of Canada Geese and their pair of goslings remain around the ponds.  Quite a tight knit family.  Saw my first Cardinal of the year… Though he was too quick for a photograph.  

Been summertime hot over the past week.  I turned the AC on this past weekend.  I find the problem with the air conditioning in my place is that the upstairs… Where the bedrooms are… Doesn’t get cold enough.  The basement remains so cool that I shut the vents down there.  The main floor is comfortable.  But as soon as I go to bed and close the door, things get stuffy.  First world problems.  The end result, I am turning up the AC for nighttime.  I don’t mind a warmish house in the day, but need the cool for sleep.

Sports wise, I’ve become very much a baseball person.  All total, I’d think I’ve watched about an hour of hockey playoffs… And when I’ve been watching, I’ve been bored.  Yes, if it was Montreal playing, my interest would be higher.  But the decline has been a few years in the making and I find I’m at my least interested.  Funny though, I still enjoy the hockey pools and figuring out what players I should have on my team and all that.  I just don’t want to actually watch the games.  And the Raptors playoff run meant virtually nothing to me.  But even when the Blue Jays struggle, I want to watch.  Baseball is where it’s at.  Though the Jays must stop doing these alumni ceremonies… Always hosted by Buck Martinez.  Always bring players out on to the field with 1970s rock music accompaniment.  Usually done without much point.  And how is it that Jose Cruz gets included in every one of these things?  He was a mid range player on the team for five or six years of mediocre baseball.  The team should try it’s best to forget about Jose Cruz… Not celebrate him.  Anyway… All that said, from a sports point of view, baseball is where it’s at.

The Rescued Fly
He’s probably already dead
The housefly I helped to escape
Mine is the swatterless home
Instead I corralled him
Locked in my spare bedroom
Window opened
Screen removed
Arms stretched 
With an iPad hand
I guide him like a sheepdog
Until he accidentally tastes freedom
While I quickly shut things up
In case he decides to u-turn.

Such painstaking care
To save a life
Though with selfish intentions
As I imagine him visiting 
While I attempt to slumber
His buzzing in the darkness
Keeping me dreamless 
Through the night

But how long does he last?
A housefly in the wild
When does he perch too near a frog?
Does he round the corner from my window
Only to flop into a spider’s lair?
Is his erratic flight, 
So perfected on human reflexes,
No match for those of a patrolling wren?

Or does he wander across the summer sky?
Buzzing happily without the puzzlement of windows
No longer the captive
Exploring a new world
As he catches an updraft of air
A delight unlike anything he would have found
In my home.

No
He’s probably already dead
Being quickly digested
In the belly of a Robin child
As he gains strength
Soon to leave 
His cozy nesty home.