So short the Summer

Today I donned a sweater. It is only September here in Prince Edward Island the Garden of the Gulf...few leaves have felt the need to redden with embarassment. A yellow butterfly just flitted by the window, tempting our dog to raise his head and think longingly of a chase.

It is too soon to be the season of sweaters. The season of sweat and heat should stay.

Tomorrow it will be warm...warm enough to revert to the shorts and tee shirt and tomorrow I will pluck more dasterdly weeds from the remnants of my beautiful flower garden. If I were in sunny Florida I would be fleeing yet another hurricane or wondering why I ever decided that lolling on the beach is in any way better than living all four seasons and trying to enjoy each one. We of the north are blessed because we have the best of all worlds. Beautiful (if short summers), spring which envigorates us with its renewal, fall which delights us with its colors and promise, and winter with its snow angels, skis, storm days and the chance to put feet up by the fire and relax. Soon enough we get too old to enjoy vigorous activity, and watching and enjoying the seasonal change is what makes the days fulfilling... So no sunny south for me (except the occasional trip maybe)

Live, laugh, love, learn, laze and lastly learn to love some more.

The Storm that passed

Saturday night I watched a program on Global TV network and across the bottom of the screen ran the warning of 1oomm of rain, storm surges and 100kph winds. On another channel I heard that the storm had turned east, the cold north atlantic had taken the bite out of it and it was downgraded. The forcast heavy rain and some wind but nothing major. Yet the warning continued on into the night on the Global station????

Too prepared is better than not prepared but up to date info is a lot better than continuing to cry wolf when the danger has past.

Ah well, the worst is over the dog is out in the yard, the sun is peaking through and it's another monday morning with the week ahead lots to do and fun to pursue

Friday 16 September

I watched the bush last night and I was gladdened by the fact that I had fled the US in favor of Canada. How much did it cost to take over Afganistan? How much did it cost to invade Iraq. not only in dollars but in lives. But in dollars... how come there wasn't a dike sufficient to keep the water out of New Orleans. How come when they saw the water come in, the entire US NAvy wasn't immediately dispatched to rescue the people who were trapped there. Because they were not "WHITE"??? Let's hope that was not even a passing thought in the minds of those who make the decisions.
Was it class? Bush said that a sign of the restoration of the gulf coast would be the rebuilding of a rich white man's home ( read manor - estate). Thank goodness we live where we do. Pray (if prayer is your thing ) that being so close to the elephant we are not smothered when it stretches, (as it will). Ask why they can afford to bomb and deploy military across the world in defense of oil but can't afford to move in and evacuate people - our people- when harm comes their way. Canada has few ships but they are on their way to help. How many US Navy ships were sent to the gulf coast? Imagine the richest nation in the world looking on helplessly while Canada, among others, sends aid!!!!!!!!!!

Do all the sailors on the Canadian ships have to have a fingerprint check and a retinal scan in order to go ashore in NO and offer help???? Too bad some of the money spent to create the false security of the border wasn't available to waste on saving human lives. Do I sound angry? No, that would be contrary to the reasoned and scholastic approach I take to all issues of human suffering

Grandpa Wall

Hi Joan, since you are the only one who knows that I may have a blog in this place. I appreciate your positive comment about old dogs, but I still haven't managed to do anything other than type this and read a lot of step by step info to oblivion.

I found the disc with your photos from the slide show on my b-day a few years back but not the disc I thought that you made for me with a collection of my pictures on it that I gave you the box for?????

Anyway... Grandpa Wall first name John. smoked cigars, worked at Spencer Lens company and also at the Chevy plant in Lakawanna outside of Buffalo. Spencer Lens was in the city I think and did as the name implies grind lens for eyeglasses, telescopes, range finders, binoculars and a variety of military things. In his private life Grampa John was the bell ringer at St. Paul's (I think) Anglican church in downtown Buffalo on Shelton Square for many years. his picture was in the paper and I think I had a copy in my pile when he was honored for his many years of bell ringing.