Thursday, 30 October 2014

Photo Blogging Challenge - October

I think our good friend P.J. over at a 'lilhoohaa must have run out of topics because he told participants in October's challenge that the theme was Photographer's Choice.  Fine by me. And so I've got a somewhat eclectic collection of photos to share.

In late September my wife and I took a little long weekend getaway to Mont-Tremblant. Some of you may know already that I march to the sound of a different drum. Given that, I went and bought one at an antique store for my music room.


We spent the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend in Bath, Ontario near Kingston at my brother's place. Here's a snap of the nearby Loyalist Golf Course. Isn't it gorgeous?


My brother's wife cooked a delicious turkey dinner for about 20 people. But before the company arrived my brother and I engaged in one of our favourite activities when we get together...snacking on devilled eggs. There weren't many left for the rest of the family.


Mrs. D and I took the long way home from Bath travelling the back roads back to Aylmer, Quebec and enjoyed the scenery on a sunny fall day. It took us twice as long but, hey, it was fun and relaxing. You often see things you wouldn't see on the big highways. Like this bridge into Ottawa.


We've had the odd warm day in late October. Here's a pic that demonstrates my way of enjoying them.


Anyone want to join me?

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Best Hidden Away - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt



Let me tell you a little story from some years ago.

It was dark. It was stormy. I know, I know that opening is best hidden away. But that's the way it was.

The rain-slicked streets captured the fallen leaves like wallpaper paste. Better? Thank you.

The little ghosts and goblins were out in full force although some older spooks were best hidden away until later as it was only 7pm. But it was the chatter of those pint-sized spirits that filled the air like the sound of chipmunks who knew their nuts were best hidden away. Take that whatever way you want.

And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap - sorry, wrong season. And the wife watching TV and me having a crap, heard the doorbell ring and went into a flap.

Doing what I was doing in the bathroom with the fan on full was best hidden away, so the wife answered the door. "Where are the treats?" she yelled from the front hall. "On the closet shelf" I erupted...and then replied. "Knowing your love of chocolate I thought they were best hidden away until tonight."

She quickly opened the closet door and then screamed. My brother, who, at my insistence, was best hidden away in the closet jumped out at her and yelled "BOO!"

The chocolate bars, intended for the door-to-door Doctor Frankensteins, dropped to the tiled entranceway like lightly dropping hail from the sky as she fatally collapsed onto the floor.

"And where were you when all this occurred?" asked a large policeman a half hour later. "I was best hidden away in the bathroom" I replied, wiping...the tears from my cheek.

But that wasn't the end of the story. Because each year at this time she returns to rattle around the house, chortling and howling and chiding me. "Did you make the bed? Did you do the dishes? Did you take out the garbage?" And the best one of all "Why did you put your brother up to scaring me to death?"

And I, in a vain attempt to block out her unending and unpleasant questions, place my hands over my ears, grateful my current wife - and former mistress - is visiting her mother, because some things are best hidden away.


 


Thursday, 23 October 2014

The End of the Innocence


Yesterday, a lone gunman shot a 24 year-old military reservist, part of a two-man honour guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier at Ottawa's War Memorial, ironically in the shadow of the Peace Tower. He died later in hospital despite attempts by civilians and first responders to save his life. Then the gunman crossed the street ran across the lawn of Parliament Hill and entered the Centre Block, down the very corridor where the government and opposition parties were separately caucusing. The head of Parliamentary security, known as the Sergeant-at-Arms encountered the gunman and shot him dead, thus saving countless lives.

I was glued to my television for much of the day in total disbelief of what I was witnessing. This is Canada and an armed attack, let alone on our seat of government, just doesn't happen.

When I was in my early thirties I worked on Parliament Hill as a journalist. I had easy access to everywhere in the parliamentary precinct. The House of Commons, the Parliamentary Library, cafeterias, underground tunnels and the Parliamentary Dining Room. Hell, I even parked on Parliament Hill. Back then the public could drive their cars around the Hill. Tourists were given tours of the Centre Block. Of course access by the public was restricted after 9-11. But it wasn't forbidden. After the events of yesterday, I'm sure security will be significantly tightened.

These events are so very sad on several levels. The murder of the reservist is, of course, tragic. The gunman getting past Hill security is unfortunate. But on a larger scale it appears to bring the war against terror home to Canada. How did this happen?

Prime Minister Stephen Harper's government recently outvoted the Opposition parties to join the war against ISIS. Now I'm a left-leaning liberal. Canada has a long-standing reputation as being a peace-keeping nation. I support that role. However that role has shifted considerably since the Conservatives took office. We don't know yet the intentions of the Ottawa gunman but our Prime Minister has called him a terrorist and the events yesterday coupled with the fatal hit-and-run of a military member in a Quebec parking lot by a known Jihadist supporter, who was later killed by police, makes one wonder if our declaration of war was the right move. Because now so-called ISIS associated terrorists appear to be coming out of the woodwork.

Harper's government also got rid of the long gun registry. Again I disagree with the move. Oddly enough the shooter yesterday used a long gun rifle to slay the unsuspecting and unarmed reservist.

Just saying.

The result of these events? Several things have changed irrevocably. On a local level Parliament Hill will likely become Fortress Ottawa. On a larger scale, Canadians, peaceful and polite as we are, have become targets.

For many Canadians, including myself, this is absolutely the end of the innocence.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

He Knew The Truth - @Studio30Plus Writing Prompt



Gorax peered out over the landscape. It was kind of like watching a Samsung flatscreen because Gorax was a pupil of the little known planet of Retina where all inhabitants sported 13 eyeballs held aloft from their head by two giant horns.

Gorax's pal and room mate Scrotum came from another planet known as Testicle. We won't go into what his physical features were. Save to say that Gorax, as Scrotum would often tell others, "he knew the truth".

The truth? I hear you say. Yes, Scrotum was very brave. Dare I say, not unlike a golfer, he had a lot of balls.

On this morning Gorax and Scrotum were a little hung over. Yes, Scrotum was naturally hung but this day was different. As Gorax rubbed the sleep from his eyes - for him a time consuming activity - Scrotum said "You know Gorax I think we got a little wasted last night. I could almost remember us seeing eye to eye, to eye, to eye, to eye - well you get the drift - in our discussion about acid reflux."

"Are you nuts" exclaimed Gorax, turning from the window to espy Scrotum. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to state the obvious. But apart from that I believe you're mistaken. I don't want to inflame things again but considering the optics you've got a lot of nerve."

Scrotum stiffened, and considering his physical attributes that we didn't go into earlier, it was not a pretty sight. "Since you can't see your way to agree with me, which shouldn't be a problem for somebody with 13 eyes, I think it best I go for a walk until we both cool down. The last thing I want to do is hang out here right now."

And with that Scrotum collected up his sack...of books and proceeded to make his way out the door.

"Have it your way, Scrotum", said Gorax.  But just so you know I think you're being overly dramatic. Nevertheless I'll await your return."

"Sure" said Scrotum. "I suppose you'll keep an eye out for me."

"Oh, Scrotum, don't be so corny, ya?"


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