We haven't heard (here) from Bill Taylor for a little while but his daily slices of Toronto life continue to please his Facebook friends long after he announced that the time had come to end them. His followers saw things differently. 'Pure poetry' is how another friend described a previous instalment of Bill's diaries. This is just as good and is accompanied, as usual, by a photograph from his own repertoire ...
Isochronal notes from the trenches:
All good. Made it to another Friday.
Coffee spoons are one way to measure out your life. I prefer workouts.
Getting through yesterday’s in one piece means I’m off the hook until Monday. Counting last night, that’s four sleeps.
The luxury of idleness. Leaving aside the fact that idleness is almost a necessity for some of us right now.
How many weeks has it been? Ten? Say 70 days.
That’s how long it took Columbus to sail from Spain to the Bahamas in 1492. Having a similar sense of direction to my own, he thought he was in India.
Been there (or thought I’d been there), done that.
The Mayflower made it from Southampton to Cape Cod even more speedily – 66 days.
The world is still trying to deal with THAT can of worms. How different our collective destiny might have been if they’d fetched up, say, in India...
Decent forecast for the weekend. An Azorean rosé that looks fascinating to try and we should finally get the barbecue fired up. It just hasn’t been worth it.
Cooking outside is not nearly as satisfying when you’re bringing it inside to eat.
The neighbours do that. They also did some makeshift barbering in their backyard. No ears appear to have been lost in the process.
Strikes me as a fluky science, though, and best avoided.
That’s paraphrasing HG Wells – The History of Mr Polly, one of my set books in school, which I fell in love with and just finished re-reading for the umpteenth time.
(No, I’m NOT making a list or “challenging” anyone else to. Leave me alone.)
The weather this weekend looks pretty perfect for hiking and some favourite segments of the Bruce Trail have reopened. But it’s not gonna happen, even though we’re hungry to get out there.
So are a lot of people. Too many for comfort. Better to bear the frustration for a little while longer and let the initial enthusiasm of others wear off.
One of the big dangers now for all of us is in dropping our guard – thinking that after all this time nothing’s happened, so what’s likely to happen?
Almost anything.
This would be the point at which Wile E Coyote goes over the cliff with an Acme Corp anvil attached to his ankle.
The only thing we have to fear is not fear itself but the absence of fear. Fear has become a healthy emotion.
We don’t have to be scared out of our wits but we do have to remain wary, always erring on the side of caution.
This bears repeating and repeating, especially with a warm weekend approaching.
Let’s not run before we can walk. Let’s not walk too far or too fast while we’re still just taking baby steps.
Let’s not even think about trying to keep up with – beep! beep! – the damned Road Runner.
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