Sunday, July 16, 2017

Dream noises

     Two and a half hours after snuggling in the arms of Morpheus, I'm dreaming.  The specifics of the dream leading up to the critical event elude me.  I'm at the top of a stairway with a sack of groceries in my arm; one of those brown paper sacks of old.  There is an abundance of canned goods in the bag and one falls out of the over stuffed sack, ripping the top of the bag just enough to allow another can to fall in pursuit of the first.  Then like a cascade, the cans hit the oak hardwood stairs with resounding bang, bang, booms. Over and over again until I approach wakefulness and the thought; wtf, I didn't have that many cans in the bag.

Groggily my eyes squint open and come to that fleeting realization of a dream fading and reality foggily establishing itself.  But wait; the cans are still banging down the steps; bang, boom, booooomm, bang, bang, boom.

I get up and open the bedroom door and come into the living room to witness Diane and Crystal watching the neighbor's setting off a spectacular fireworks display to rival Morristown's 4th of July fireworks.

" You missed it" they said.
"I can't believe you slept through all those explosions " Diane said.

Sleepily I replied, " I thought it was cans falling down the stairs!"

Peels of laughter echo off the camp walls, drowning out the sounds of tumbling canned goods.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

0% chance of dying

On the "news" this week I saw a piece that said studies have shown that a person drinking one cup of coffee a day reduces their chance of dying by 13%. And if said person drinks 3 cups of coffee, their chance of dying is reduced by 18%.

Doing some extrapolation from "scientific" research I've seen published, I've come to the conclusion that if I drink 3 cups of coffee a day, imbibe 2 glasses of red wine, exercise for 30minutes a day, wear sunblock, establish a large social network, and meditate every morning after sleeping 7 1/2 hours I'll live forever.

Thursday, July 06, 2017

Zen time of day

Waiting for the coffee to finish perking, I gaze at the shimmering surface of the early morning river.

A lone goose floats, motionless, as if moored twenty or so feet off shore from our boat launch.

Curious.  A lone goose?  Lost its mate, it's family?
Remarked just yesterday about the absence of the twice daily passing of the geese troop; up river in the morning and returning at dusk; going who knows where.

I examine the river's edge as well as the neighbors lush lawn. No sign, no movement to indicate other life.

Then she comes, his mate, seemingly out of the ether.  She swims ever so slowly to him who is firmly anchored. She gets approval to approach the shore.

Each, slowly, oh so imperceptibly slowly begin to get closer to the edge of the boat launch.

I unlock and open the noisy door and step out on to the cool dew moistened lawn. The two visitors halt their advance, turn and with slow determination, move out toward open water.

Out of the corner of my eye, movement on the neighbor's lawn.  A gaggle of 12 to 15 geese waddle to the sea wall and jump into the water and soon join the two "scouts" I had seen reconnoitering our feeding grounds.

Ahhh, the coffee is done.
               The Blue Heron glides by;
             A few feet above the glassy surface.
A gull dives. Emerging with crayfish firmly clasped in it's beak.

The Zen time of day.

Thursday, June 22, 2017


I got up at 0404 this morning to watch the sun rise; turning the black and white landscape into a Kodachrome vista.
At 0444 I think, many of our friends and neighbors watch and photograph the stunning sunsets on the river. Far fewer get to see the spectacular dawn.  Just me and the crows cawwling out our praise of the rising sun.

The old dock is gone, only crib remnants remain; bobbing with the waves. Our only reminder of what once was.  Most mornings, like today's, the river is calm, a a reflecting mirror for the morning light.

It's quiet now; crows satisfied with their waking call to the neighborhood.   Across the mile wide river a Canada Rail train whistles in the distance it's passing, and a blue heron glides by just inches above the placid surface of the water.

Steaming coffee, humming refrigerator, tinkling in the water closet: morning, short lived but oh so striking.

In all the world, I'm truly blessed.

Friday, May 05, 2017

High water on the St. Lawrence River

For the fortieth morning in a row I awaken to the ratta-tap-tap of rain drops hitting our steel roof.

Peering through the window, I spy a large wooden vessel some 500 feet long by 50 feet high floating down the river, St. Lawrence, past our ancient dock which, itself, has slipped it's moorings.

Friday, April 21, 2017

Sexual harassment in the workplace

Sexual harassment in the workplace.

Accusations are not proof of guilt, nor are denials proof of innocence.  But the saying, "there's no smoke without fire," is true more often then not.

The present news cycle notwithstanding, sexual harassment in the work place is just a passing fad I'm sure.  It probably is just a result of changing mores of our current times and I'm confident it will pass by the way just like drinking, eating, breathing, swearing, cheating, stealing, lying, gossiping and fornicating have had their day and are only remnants of past cultures.

That's not to say that sexual harassment should be acceptable.  Especially when exhibited by a superior ; leaving the victim feeling they have no recourse but to tolerate it or lose ones employment.

If we apply enough publicity and/or punishment we will for sure change human nature and eliminate this behavior. Then we can apply the same principles to eliminating workplace violence, terrorism, nuclear arms proliferation, and global warming.

Or maybe we should eliminate the human race and start over?

Saturday, April 01, 2017

Where have you been Bobby boy?

The simple answer is, "I've been in Florida."

"Only one post since December 2016, and a paltry one, of 2 short paragraphs, at that."

I could say I've grown tired of blogging, Facebook is quicker and easier and my audience much larger, or that I just lost the writing mojo. All would be true to one extent or another. One other niggling reason is that I leave my laptop in Dansville (where I work as an anesthetist) and it's easier to do a blog post from my laptop rather than my iPad. there are two main reasons for this it's next to impossible, no wait, I have been unable to find a way to download photos from my iPad to my blog. And secondly, if my post is of any length, I have to complete it in HTML.. Not a big deal you say? Perhaps, but old habits make tasks easier to accomplish. The adage, you can't teach an old dog new tricks actually means, old dogs prefer to not learn new tricks when the old ones suffice.

Three years ago we spent 3 weeks of December at our home in Florida. Two years ago we spent 3 months there and I cut my work week back to 3 days. This year we spent from December to April in Florida, with a 12 day interruption to celebrate Christmas and New Years in Niagara Falls with our youngest grand children. I return to work ( still just Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday) day after tomorrow.

"So nothing to write about in those 4months?"

"Oh yes, plenty."

Time is limited this morning; the garage's tow truck will be here in 30 minutes to take my car to their facility to remedy my DEAD battery situation that greeted me upon my return yesterday. If they can't make my chariot usable today I'll be forced to try to find a rental; bah, bah, bah, or oh fuck, for short!

I'll leave you with this thought for now; for the last 3 years we've been met with a dead battery in our car when we arrive in Florida. (The heat is harder on car batteries than the cold "they" said.) well, my 3 year old car was kept in a heated garage (50 degrees) and it was deader than the proverbial door nail.

The saga may or may not continue"................😢