Author Archives: rdavies

1. This morning, the experienced traffic tv newscaster said “expecially”, catching me off-guard. I didn’t know she had it in her. 2. Setting off a memory of an English teachers’ conference at a round-table meal during which a newbie said … Continue reading →

Last ever garage sale yesterday. Then over to sit the two amazing grandsons. The old favourites still work like hunkering down together in a Richard Scarry classic, A Day at the Airport. They enjoy all the sub-stories and crazy goings-on. … Continue reading →

is as a fading coal.” –P.B. Shelley

Ye olde using tape to get stuff off is limited at best. A very small amount of Becel vegetable oil to dip a paper towel in does the trick. I had several marks yesterday to remove and they were gone … Continue reading →

D.A. Pennebaker, 94. Sixties Filmmaker who made Don’t Look Back, the legendary 1965 tour of England film. As Joan Baez said, using Bob’s words “It was all over now, Baby Blue” after that tour. I first read of the tour … Continue reading →

About time. One day 2nd last weekend, then we eked out another 2 sunny days this wkend. Went very well–over 600 people, 4 bikes 2 dogs, and one-5 cent spider, drifting through. The usual family gang and we babysat the … Continue reading →

as they realize summer’s half over and their days of freedom from the tyranny of their jobs is running out. Well they know the basic 10 month imprisonment awaiting them at the end of the month (even with Xmas and … Continue reading →

Blake was right again. Many adults experience this and an accompanying mental passivity that reflects a limited, limiting attitude toward life, often related to a desire to control and use others. What he called “the mind-forg’d manacles”. Two ways to … Continue reading →

A significant charity for children with major health challenges. And the SPCA. Nothing is worse than the unfair, undeserved pain and suffering of young children and helpless animals.

(the glorious summer of 1969 AD; we were all young and in love once) The May afternoon, 1969, when I stepped off the train from Winnipeg and walked two blocks to the old courthouse on Winston Churchill Square where my … Continue reading →