DAYS/NIGHTS…
--- Work is pretty run of the mill. Fairly busy on Monday. Less so Tuesday. Alone for the first three hours of nightshift
on Wednesday. Had some A & W for a
treat on Thursday.
--- Lost power for an hour on Monday due to
strong winds all day. It was already
gone when I got home. Everything being
very black for several blocks. It came
back on about twenty minutes after I got home but my pizza order was already
made by that point. I didn’t want to
have cereal for supper after a twelve hour day.
FRIDAY…
--- A trip to Canadian Tire. Got some storage shelves for the laundry and
storage rooms. And there’s my Black
Friday shopping all done.
SATURDAY…
--- 45 minute walk and a fair bit of hockey
on TV.
SUNDAY…
--- Walk for just under an hour. See a heron, big woodpecker, and between
sixteen and eighteen wild turkeys out in a farmers field. Didn’t bring my camera though. Oh dear.
--- Watch about three quarters of the Grey
Cup. They tried to make the opening
ceremony too much like the Olympics. I
mean announcing the people who carry the Canadian flag into the building? Overblown silliness.
--- My biggest complaint about the CFL has
always been the showboating. Every play
ends in a player prancing around all proud of himself or trash talking the guy
either he was covering or who was supposed to cover him. I miss the days of catches being made and
treated like no big deal… of sacks being treated like “I’ve done this lots of
times before and will continue to do it so no big deal.”… and of touchdowns
being celebrated with teammates in a spontaneous fashion. Too many now veer away from oncoming
teammates so that they can do some sort of choreographed dance/skit/charade all
unimpeded for the camera.
MONDAY…
--- Thirty-five minute walk and also a trip
for groceries. Brought the camera on the
walk this time… of course, I see nothing.
Still a nice, peaceful time.
Walk of Time
Living trees have turned to columns of wood
As remnants from an ancient civilization
To be traversed respectfully
Like the Greek Parthenon or a ruined
Turkish library
Shuffling through inches of leaves
Dead and browning upon the ground
Turning brittle and crispy under foot
Breeze swayed green a lifetime ago
Highpoints of the trail sit bare as
mountain peaks
Having broken the leaf-line we step upon
frozen caked mud
Outcrops of soil perched atop pillars of
ice
Each step crunching through the delicate
land
As Japanese Godzilla feet
Plowing through mud modeled Tokyo
Once hidden nests exposed
Lodged within a limbs nook
Had been bustling with downy peeping life
Now lays disheveled and abandoned
The quiet of the place broken
As a jittery squirrel leaps and bounds
Scuffling through the leaves for snacks
As an frantic child at Christmas
Digging through discarded holiday wrap
Searching for that precious small treasure
That lays somewhere down beneath
Soon will come the snow
Burying muddy Tokyo in glacial ice
Fossilizing the fragments of leaves
And filling the ruins of the unsheltered
nest
Until only a knot of snow remains
In the Skeletal column of wood
All buried in pure white
For the millennia until Spring melt chips
away
As a natural archeologist
Unearthing hints of a bygone age
With new leaves budding
Turning the columns to life again
Where hidden birds peep for meals
And those soil topped ice pillars
Have turned to the muddy floor of great
floodwater lakes
My sloshing footsteps left to sink and slip
As tree top squirrels
Scurry through branches
Collecting great feasts of nuts.
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