Speaking of Polar Bears! Heard the bad news on 680 News Toronto just now. The bears who live in the Arctic are losing weight, cause of climate change which is making it harder for them to navigate warming waters, shifting landscape and thinning ice; tragically shrinking their hunting grounds. Mom’s a bit of a news fiend although lately with serial killers at hand and children chained in filthy conditions by their own parents and so much more horrific tails , she’s questioning her need to know.
On the good side of this evening’s news, Bell Let’s Talk Day was successful and in Mississauga kind people are currently organizing a sock drive for the homeless. Everyone should have fresh ones to change into when their’s get wet and stinky! Speaking of names, our Siamese’s name is Stinky Slinky.
Hello again. I know I said I would continue our chat about what’s in a name, but that was a month ago and I’m keen to digress. It’s January 2018! Past my prime, “one day closer to death” as per Pink Floyd, still running fast when roused. Yesterday the Doomsday Clock was moved 30 seconds ahead, to stand teetering on the edge of the end. A nuclear apocalypse. Sounds a bit extreme, but current political climate renders it conceivable.
Belated Happy New Year to You! A bit of a cliché, rather trite if you ask me, but nevertheless, it’s traditional to bestow goodwill upon one another by using the phrase over and over on and after the date of December 31st; surpassing the multiple whirlwind days of cheery Merry Christmases and other Holiday Greetings combined. Not just here in Canada, all across the world there was gaiety galore as the clocks wound down. Given my fear of fireworks, I was glad we spent the eve without the panoramic view of our south facing balcony. Mother and I were warming underground in Buddy’s basement and fast asleep long before the countdown began. Can’t credit maturity for lack of interest or stamina either, considering that Mrs. B who is 86 stayed up to ring it in from her big cushiony bed upstairs (the area out of bounds for me due to my propensity to dig away at lovely cream carpets) . She’s was on a Dalton Abbey binge that weekend by the way! Continue reading “A Dog’s Eye View – Think On’T”
December 28, 2017: It’s almost New Year’s Eve and the long awaited holidays will be over, another year passed and 2018 to begin. It is my wish that our society step back a bit Continue reading “New Year’s Wish”
I took this photo late November 2012. Looking at it today, I am still stricken by the incongruity of the Nike symbol on the shoes and the Canadian flag hanging so prominent; bold statements in a harsh environment. Jeff is resting his bare feet behind this makeshift shelter when I snap the shot. Unbeknownst to both of us at the time, in the frigid winter of 2014 the homeless man will lose two toes to frostbite and never wear his shoes the same.