morning calm

Sitting outside on the multi-coloured bench with a cup of coffee and a tablet reading the news, I find a calm and peaceful serenity that replaces the morning fog before the caffeine hits.  I watched the moon and the sun trade places and fawns hop around like they’ve just eaten a pile of oats.  A cacophonous raucous of birds broke the silence of the morning with their ritual meeting-in-the-trees.  I watered my flowerbed and a bit of the grass and picked up some trash that blew in on the last chinook.  I watched at 7:41am the water pressure dip a bit, signifying that the folks are up (toilet flushing).  Eventually hunger will set in, and I’ll go inside for a bagel with peanut butter.  But, for now, I’m enjoying the calm.



ain’t nothin’ left t’ do ‘cept complain ’bout nothin’

Oh my goodness.  I read various articles that pop up on by Firefox browser start page.  They catch my eye, and off I go into the never-never land of short reads.  I enjoy most of them, and some of them I just abandon half-way through.  However, there is one that I just have to comment on.

It seems to me that the writer (writer?) of this article has lost his / her mind.  At least with navel-gazers, they’re picking apart imaginary parts of their own selves.  But this writer … <sigh>  Have we nothing more to fix these days without trying to fix imaginary problems?  Has this writer been in quarantine too long?

North York Creek plane crash hike

This was one of the most gruelling hikes for us – Mo & family and me.  We talked about a hike a few days before.  I brought a brochure of hikes in the Crowsnest Pass for Mo & family to look at.  Since S really wanted a hike during one of our last year’s camping trips, I suggested that she pick the spot.  She picked the North York Creek plane crash hike.  It’s south of Coleman, AB.  I asked if anybody mined that I drove because my stomach had been iffy – motion sickness often gets to me.  So we all piled into my van and went.  We stopped at Subway for a bite before heading up.  The weather was decidedly cool when we got out – a balmy 16°C.  We were wondering if it would be chilly and rainy all day.

We drove seemingly in every direction, winding through the town, before finally heading south up a paved then gravel road, higher and higher up the mountain.  We saw signs for our destination.  We found a parking area (called a staging area – not sure why), parked there, and ate half our subs before heading up the gravel road toward our destination.  Quads and dirt bikes screamed by.  We wondered if we were in the right area – after all, M & M have kids.  I asked a guy sitting in his truck if we were in the right spot; he suggested that we were way off, that we needed to keep going way up the road another few kilometres.  So we did.

Mo was a little freaked by all the potholes, concerned that it would damage the van.  It was rough, and we bounced around like a bunch of Mexican jumping beans in the van.  So we parked the van and started hiking.  More vehicles were going by.  It was still a long hike up, but we came across a bridge (that everyone told us about) and a fork and decided to go up the steeper grade.


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some work resumes, some doesn’t

My work on the teardrop trailer has resumed.  I’ve been working for a few weeks now, and it’s almost finished.  I have yet to finish the galley hatch; trim, refit, seal, & install hardware on the doors, and secure wiring under the chassis.  I’d like to sand everything again and apply a final coat of polyurethane to smooth the texture of the wood.  So that’s my goal in the next little while.

While working on that, I listen to news from NPR, CBC, and other places.  It is an astonishing situation.  I feel so very disturbed by this.  The George Floyd thing going down in the United States is horrific.  Now, in Canada, where RCMP is known for overstepping their boundaries put forth by our laws, they are in the headlines again for treating brutally a First Nations person (a chief, no less).  I have no doubt that police are overstepping their boundaries.  I have supported police services all my life – without them, mayhem would occur.  However, lately, mayhem is occurring because of them.  Police are there to serve and protect.  They are doing neither.

I still have not found work (as in, income).  There really isn’t anything going on in my field.  So, I keep working on my projects.