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Rock Bottom?

Like everyone else I had no concept that pandemics dragged on and on and on and on and on….

We all want “normal” back but I feel like we are a bloody long way from it. Like the health care workers I am discouraged at our lack of progress in managing this disease. Like 80% of people in my province I am ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED at the leadership who only care about economic growth. I am saddened that the vaccination rates are SO SO SO SO low in huge parts of our province. I’ve given up emailing politicians. At this point it’s just keep a low profile, wear a mask (like seriously people it’s not bloody hard) and assess every last activity to ensure its not exposing those I love to risks that aren’t worth it.

The death toll climbs. The average age of deaths is dropping steadily. Pediatric patients are dying, children the age of my grandchildren. This has got to be rock bottom right?

Between Covid and climate change it really does feel like we are going to hell in a hand basket. It also feels like there is so little that one person can do to make a difference. Any one out there have a good ideas on how to stay positive in a time of such negativity? I could use a dose of silver lining about now.

Bernie

Posted in writing

Reading is…

From the time I could read one of my favourite activities was to hide out in the big hall closet sitting on the butter box and devour books. I would close the sliding door most of way and my world would disappear and suddenly I felt like a Bobbsey Twin on the way to the seaside for an adventure. The books changed over the years and eventually I outgrew that closet. I then created a reading nook in my own closet and could be found after lights out reading by flashlight. I pretty much read anything I could get my hands on that wasn’t a school book.

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Posted in family, grandchildren, Reconciliation, rural life

#Sundaystills Right out My Door

I was going to skip this last week for a large number of reasons (and indeed may be already too late to link up) with the Sunday stills theme of the great outdoo

But…this week the theme was front and center at Nan’s house. I had enrolled my “littles” in at Timbernook for a session called “Little Wild Ones”.  This international outdoor school has a location literally right across the road from me; 1.5 km down a big hill. Our outdoor adventure included getting there.

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Posted in pandemic, Projects, Random ramblings, writing

Head Down Blinders On

A mere few decade of months ago I read the words that Kitty O’Meara penned and wrote a post called Not at Peace. The original words would roll around in my head occasionally but now they don’t seem to ring true. Sadly those words were lost on far too many here and around the world. The change in the tone texture of these words have been rattling around in my head for a while.

But then I worried. Is this plagiarism? So I called up the services of an impartial outside editor to review what I wrote and get an honest opinion. We had a long phone conversation (in itself a wonderful delight) and in the end I felt that the artistic license with the words were honouring the original structure but changing the intent. Which is allowable, perhaps even encouraged? I even found a poetry site that the first lesson was to change a classic poem by switching out certain words and in those examples they put the revisions in bold as I have done below.

“Imitation, conscious imitation, is one of the great methods, perhaps the method of learning to write. The ancients, the Elizabethans, knew this, profited by it, and were not disturbed. As a son of Ben [Jonson], Herrick more than once rewrote Jonson, who, in turn, drew heavily on the classics. And so on.”—Theodore Roethke, “How to Write Like Somebody Else”

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