Oct 14, 2016
Here is, the latest or the most remembered events of late. The basic cognitive processes have to be focused on, to be retained, I am flying to high. The problem with the recollection & reminiscences of the recent events is two fold. The first is problem with my RAM, being hormone free, for years now, access to memory is difficult to access, and then, there is the speed of the phenomenon and events of life. I will be requesting a recount. The speed of the summer was arresting, of the heart kind. (no remarks are required, about how just how stunned I appear to be or am, thank you.) I will be, to anyone who reads this, glad to see the back end of 2016, for a variety of reasons, hereto unregistered in the diatribe, nor in any great detail or frequency of late. I beg your inquisitive pardon. If not mentioned in my usual fashion, copious and repetitive detail in the daily diatribe, events are overtaken, and gone, forgotten in what seems like, a moment later.
While the nice weather stays inn season, the leaves, brittle and dry from all the hot and sunny, are turning colors, in a magnificent manner. OFF we went! Where ! Where ! Cry my intrepid followers, in ever increasing circles, as per policy of life, but in this case, the track and field variety. Boot camp continues in its atrociousness. Adding to the horribleness, an additional class of running has been added on the second T day of the week. In my mind I am a gazelle. Thus, with be-coup de grace, I have leaped over buildings at a single bound, with great swiftness I have to add. I have in fact inadvertently run 6 kilometers in hour or so. Last night a trip around yet another lake with the sun setting while doing so. I do not know just how far I got but did it in 32 minutes.
This of course does not interfere with recycling, another occurrence on the second T day, which is another narrative. They are changing the rules AND the regulations. We now get as of next week, a new bag, not to be confused with this old bag. Yes we get a clear bag, to add to the blue and the green. (Sounds Scots to moi.) I am not certain but one of the bags, can go to the curb alternatively every second week. Where that bag stays when it is not at the curb, is anyone guess. I am not sure which one, or what in fact can go in it. I will have to enter the big little city’s website for details, wish me luck, as you will be reading about this eternally and evermore.
It has been thus far, and once it started a good tourist season. The nice weather heretofore mentioned adding to the capacity of families and friends to get in vehicles, planes and buses. There have been tournaments of soccer, and hockey adding to my coffers. I have had tables full of Germans not once but twice. I have had Acadians, Americans, Canadians and a lady next week, from Saskatoon. Doctors lawyers and financial planners of all sorts. Most discussions at breakfast after caffination, orbit around the American elections. “Just what are they thinking, and gong show.” comes to mind.
Nevertheless, on many fronts the end is near. With two rooms and a pear crisp to see it out.
The saga of the backyard, continues with extraordinary endeavors. Rome may have been built faster than the patio, which will be dormant until the next influx of wealth, or next summer which ever comes first.
The dog is still enlivened, count yer blessings and all that. The cooler weather helping a great deal with her respiration and ventilation. Long accustomed am I to her Darth Vader like symphony. She skipping down the driveway for walks. They have changed in duration, but still demanded. Barking at neighbors and anyone who sets foot into the backyard without her say so. The snow removal person, called me from a street several blocks away after an encounter with the old girl, and again that is her not moi. As per usual there is nothing wrong with her appetite or mine for that matter. How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? Dr. Seuss Moi and Lucy P