Between trips to pick and up distribute masks and a doctor’s visit scheduled for tomorrow, I’ll have driven on three straight days. Haven’t done that since before the pandemic started. In fact, I don’t think I’ve driven three times in one week since early March. Wow! Wonder if my old Camry is up to the challenge!
Some of my favourite words and phrases: Cavalier. Buffoon. Bloviate. Anent. Apposite. Cacaphony. Macabre. Bizarre. Titrate. Not inconceivable. Lethal moderation. Make-work project. Slack-jawed loafer.
There’s much I miss about our regular church services: the friendship, the little kids running around, the sight of stained glass windows and the smell of history, and the coffee hour after service. Most of this can’t be captured on Facebook or You Tube. But one thing I can do at the virtual service that I couldn’t possibly do at the regular one is ice my aching hernia with a block of frozen spinach. As they say, thank Heaven for small mercies!
Public washrooms are as necessary for the serious urban hiker as hotels and restaurants are for long-distance travellers. It’s a great relief, therefore, to discover that the city has reopened the washroom at Albro Lake Beach Park, as well as the trails around the lake.
Conciseness is good. Preciseness is everything.
Observed on recent walks in Dartmouth: two discarded masks and one discarded glove, badly torn. Wouldn’t touch them. I may be my brother’s keeper, but damn it all, I’m not his hazardous waste disposal service!
Sometimes I feel that trying to ply my trade as a writer, in an age virtually devoid of nuance or irony, and in which wit is rare indeed, is like trying to be a harness-maker, or a cooper, or a practitioner of some other such arcane craft.
If you’re interested in ordering a copy of my novella, “Love and Love,” about tennis and romance, contact me. I still have quite a few copies available and will sell you a copy autographed to your specification for $10 Canadian plus postage. A useful antidote to the negativity of today’s politics!
The basic principle for good labour relations is exactly the same as the basic principle for being a good person in the world in general. It’s nothing more than this: treat others as you would like to be treated if you were in their position. The Golden Rule of Christianity, in other words. With this, you can get to a “B” in labour relations. You need technical knowledge to get to an “A,” but this alone will get you most of the way.
What does Victoria Day mean for you? Is it a hefty dose of Elgar and Gilbert & Sullivan on CBC Radio, or a trip to the cottage and/or an evening spent watching the Stanley Cup playoffs or the Toronto Blue Jays over a case of beer? For me, it’s a bit of both!