![]() Mid August I left Windsor for Port Credit - Toronto (3.5 hour drive), where no one was home. All at the cottage, though son James and Anthea (my x) were on their way back. James was finishing a week with various friends. The next day (Monday) I continued the drive to the Dokis Indian Reserve on the Upper French River (4 hrs). Due to covid, the usual help with loading the boat was unavailable. What is normally a 20 minute exercise easily become an hour (you must get your boat from the far docks and bring it to the loading area, unload your car, then load the boat, park your car, get any supplies, fill a few large 5 gallon water jugs and any other supplies - worms for fishing etc.) Then a lovely 20 minutes up river to the cottage where John was waiting and helped me unload. We spent about 48 hrs together - fishing and investigating the leaky roof - my main project. He left (in his boat) at noon on Wednesday, and I followed as I needed materials to fix said leak. We trailered his boat and I headed for town - Noelville - to shop. I started the roof repair on Thursday, and finished Friday - or so I thought. Nature tested my repairs with a deluge Saturday afternoon. I sat nervously waiting for the drip drip, which never came! Alas on the porch - another leak. The next day I was back up on the roof and fixed it. Each day before starting a project, I would rake a few piles of pine needles onto a tarp and drag them to a bare spot on the island - where we are trying to regenerate the natural vegetation. After the roof repair my other projects included replacing the top on the wash tubs and building a new pump cover. But first I did two days of major cottage cleaning (after said needle rake). I would do a musky troll around 10:30 for an hour and then again around 3:30. I was lucky to catch two, though neither that big - one just over 30 inches and the other just over 40 - which is getting to the fun size. Neither jumped and both were released unharmed. I had tried for pickerel with John, but we only caught a few small fish, and I could tell by the way the other boats were moving that the fish probably weren’t biting. The weather was not great, though warm enough that I swam 4 times, and I never lit a fire. I did not visit anyone as by the end of the day I felt too tired to be good company. I would sip some wine and read. I packed up and left on the second Sunday. Link to tons of photos here Re-generation I believe there is a generalized cultural subconscious which through the arts and other creative processes finds expression. One such area of expression are movies. Two recent releases come to mind: Warrior Nun and The Old Guard. In both the main actors can almost instantly heal themselves from mortal wounds. I think this is the generalized race subconscious trying to tell us that we can now heal from “psychic wounds” much faster than recent ancestors. Put childhood wounds, lost loves, nasty neighbours and political angst behind us - move forward with a clean slate - we have evolved to this point. ![]() Meeting in a park They walked as one Two nuns asked to have their picture taken Ice cream raindrops and a kiss An exchange made Again they parted Working to get it right You Gotta Laugh or What are the Odds, or How is Your Day Going? We are lucky to have a pool and a contract that has cleaners once a week. Today was not so lucky. They rolled out the hose to backwash the filter onto the street, but by a bad coincidence it reaches only as far as the furthest basement window (can you guess?) The window was open, they didn’t notice, and backwashed the filter into the basement. Nothing of value was wrecked - it could have been a lot worse. It did take me about 30 seconds to figure out what had happened - the pool guys were long gone and they had no idea what had happened. (they stand at the filter, not at the end of the hose) OK you can laugh now. Noticing tension in my body, especially the jaw - needing to learn to observe and relax. ![]() Read Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton Edmund Rice 1990 The first two paragraphs of the Wiki page on Burton: Sir Richard Francis Burton (19 March 1821 – 20 October 1890) was a British explorer, geographer, translator, writer, soldier, orientalist, cartographer, ethnologist, spy, linguist, poet, fencer, and diplomat. He was famed for his travels and explorations in Asia, Africa and the Americas, as well as his extraordinary knowledge of languages and cultures. According to one count, he spoke 29 European, Asian and African languages. Burton's best-known achievements include: a well-documented journey to Mecca in disguise, at a time when Europeans were forbidden access on pain of death; an unexpurgated translation of One Thousand and One Nights (commonly called The Arabian Nights in English after early translations of Antoine Galland's French version); the publication of the Kama Sutra in English; a translation of The Perfumed Garden, the Arab Kama Sutra; and a journey with John Hanning Speke as the first Europeans to visit the Great Lakes of Africa in search of the source of the Nile. Nuff said? Viewed
Serenity A 2019 American fantasy mystery thriller starring Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, Diane Lane, Jason Clarke, Djimon Hounsou, and Jeremy Strong. A fishing boat captain who is approached by his ex-wife to murder her abusive husband - but it’s not what it seems. Slowly reality slips away. I liked this, stayed with me. Trailer here Returned to Source Chadwick Boseman (1976 - actor)
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