Monthly Archives: June 2022

A tough Monday morning for Peanut (with one of her toys).  

Newfoundland’s Christopher Pratt is an old favorite; my wife and I first saw and were impressed by a selection his early works when they were featured in the old Edmonton Art Gallery in 1971-72 thereabouts. They were often of houses, … Continue reading →

There are no available ambulances. Thank you, UCP, for gutting the AB health system allowing thousands more people to die because they can’t get emergency services, necessary operations, and enough beds, nurses and doctors to take care of the sick. … Continue reading →

Let there be light! Thank god for advances in medical technology. Cataract surgery–as we know it– came into being some 3 decades ago. Prior to that, people lost their eyesight more frequently. Think of all the great people who might … Continue reading →

“To be or not to be, that is the question” every day for the living relative to death. There is a fragile temporalness and transcience to all life. As they used to say, “Here today, gone tomorrow.” This became more … Continue reading →

another vandal-nutcase broke into the Dallas Museum of Art to destroy $5 million of its art because he was “mad at his girlfriend”. Shades of GOP election-stealing ‘reasoning’, we are getting down to the most frivolous of motivations used to … Continue reading →

I vaguely recall elementary students having to put up 1 or 2 fingers to go to the bathroom. Such specificity and detail for all in the classroom to see and know. Unnecessary public humiliation, methinks. What did it matter in … Continue reading →

The Blue Heron   In a green place lanced throughWith amber and gold and blue;A place of water and weedsAnd roses pinker than dawn,And ranks of lush young reeds,And grasses straightly withdrawnFrom graven ripples of sands,The still blue heron stands. … Continue reading →

Only in Vancouver. On holiday several years ago near Stanley Park, I was surprised to see someone rappelling down the side of a condo hi-rise. We were just then heading out from our hotel so I had to write the … Continue reading →

(freezing our ….. off at Peggy’s Cove in the ’80s at one of the English conferences that took us from Newfoundland to Vancouver selling over  a million books in the process; the Legendary Kirkland on the left) The late Glen … Continue reading →