As anyone following the news from Texas knows, I have no business complaining about the weather here in Vancouver. Beyond that, some people I know in Chicago are basically snowed in, which is definitely not the case here. So I will avoid the obvious topic and move on.
Sadly, that leaves little to discuss this week. I don’t know where all the time went, but I suspect I am not alone in feeling that way as Covid drags on. A good deal of time went into something I think I have mentioned before: The Overhead of Life, as my friend…
Greetings from the frozen north. Not as frozen as some of you are experiencing, I know. We get the moderating influence of the Pacific Ocean here, which helps, but the temperature dropped to about -7° C last night. That’s around 19° F for my American readers. Well below freezing, but I believe parts of the American Midwest have been a lot colder than that lately.
I feel for you.
This is probably the coldest weather I have encountered here in the Vancouver area since we arrived. There was some snow the other day. Not much, and it’s gone now, but…
Each of these posts tells a story or two. Most, sadly, are pretty dull, since my life is also pretty dull. But if you think about it, most people’s lives are similarly boring, even in the absence of a global pandemic and the corresponding reduction in activities. Humanity has progressed from needing to spend every day actively searching for food to something much less arduous for most of us. And that’s a good thing. If you have time to worry about nonsense then your life is not all that stressful on the level of eating and avoiding being eaten.
Regular readers have probably noticed that quite a bit of my life goes unmentioned here. For various reasons I avoid topics that are too personal.
I mention this because there is a large hole in the past week caused by one of those medical procedures that people of “a certain age” are generally subject to, though the specific medical recommendations on this particular topic appear to vary between the US and Canada, at least.
Anyway, I lost a couple of days to said procedure. …
Greetings once again from the wilds of North Vancouver.
I seem to be slipping into a rut in which days blow by without much progress on “things,” which is kind of disturbing, but what can I do except carry on?
Despite all the good news this week — particularly the absence of a violent overthrow attempt of the US federal government — I have spent too much time doomscrolling. I really need to break that habit.
Thankfully my friend Doug sent me almost 200 pages of his next novel to review and comment on. …
Hey there! It’s Friday once again, and once again I find myself wondering where the week went. Actually, I know where some of it went, but not all of it. It rained rather a lot and I think that distorted my perception of time.
Thankfully the past seven days were far less exciting in terms of American politics then those from the week before, so that’s good. I keep reading alarming headlines about things that could go sideways in the US during the inauguration, but all I can do from here is hope that doesn’t happen.
Anyway, let’s get on…
How is it possible I am already worried about how 2021 will go? It’s only January 8th.
Sorry. I’ve written and rewritten this section many times, trying to avoid sounding preachy. It’s hard. I apologize.
It turns out, though, that I was surprised by what a deluded group of idiots could manage to do when incited by an elected nitwit and initially ignored (and even encouraged) by the police who should have kept them under control. The desecration of the US capitol — I have no other word for it — is a disgrace. All involved need to go to…
So here we are at the start of a whole new year, and a whole new decade if you want to count it that way. In any case I sure hope things are better in 2021. I’d say I’m not sure how they could get any worse, but I don’t want to jinx things.
Along with the celebrations of the various holidays — most of which involved overeating, as usual — a few things have been accomplished of late, and a few mildly interesting things have happened as well, so let’s get going.
First, I need to recognize that Medium…
Last week I failed to realize that this week’s usual posting day would fall on Christmas. But now that I look at the calendar I also note that next Friday is New Year’s Day. The holidays are conspiring!
I think I will take a week off and post something more significant on January 1, 2021.
In the meantime, please stay safe and healthy and enjoy the holiday as best you can.
Oh, and if you have suggestions for what the hooks in the entryway should be named, you now have another week to get them to us. Keep ’em coming!
Welcome to my new custom layout here in Medium. I selected that nice purple because that’s how I was feeling on the day I fiddled with it. I might change it again. Maybe even before next week’s post. Or not.
Anyway, the week is over and here we are, feeling purple. As usual I have no big, metaphysical concepts to share this week, but that should not be a surprise. If you came here looking for that sort of thing you’re going to be disappointed.
What I can do is tell you about what happened this past week.
Sculptor/Artist. Former programmer. Former volunteer firefighter. Former fencer. Weirdest resume on the planet, I suspect.