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Yesterday, received four emails. One from our younger son, living in Vancouver, forwarding two photographs. One, the front of the house; I can identify hollies and rhododendrons and a large pine. Its situated on the periphery of the UBC Endowment Lands, so he can bicycle to his office at the university. He leaves a small footprint on the environment. Second photo is a shot of the steps leading to his deck which he just finished rebuilding. Solid work, excellent workmanship befitting his scientific mind and builder's ethos; his father's son.
Second email from my cousin in Atlanta, crowing about their 70-degree (F) day-time temperatures and the eruption of leaves on the trees, flowers in gardens. I respond by saying that our day-time highs of 8-degrees (C) seem downright balmy to us after our usual winter, and I've uncovered the yews, roses, rhododendrons, azaleas, tree peonies, et al, and tulips are pushing their way through our frozen soil.
Third email from one of our neighbours who lives at the foot of our street. Nothing but good news from him: did I read the latest experimental results indicating that men who selected chemotherapy for their prostate cancer are more likely to contract cancer of the colon, as a result? Gloomily informs me that he has made an appointment for a colonoscopy. Also says that, since his wife is taking yet another month's vacation and he cannot see how he will be able to look after their 14-year-old Golden Retriever, they have agreed to 'put her down'. Might as well put him down too, he says, and he doesn't know how he'll be able to face life without her - the dog, not the wife.
Fourth email from a long-lost friend of 50 years ago in Toronto, when we were youngyoungyoung. She's recovering from shoulder surgery, cannot brush her hair, dress herself or wash, and the week-end weather in TO was so awful she was unable to venture out. The homemaker assigned to assist her in washing, dressing, brushing has been replaced for a more sensitive and professional individual.
Having said which, how about all this incredible circus atmosphere in Rome? Folks, seemingly very young people, happily anticipating a Woodstock-like atmosphere (and helping to make it happen) are converging, to help history along. Is that what is meant by 'get a life'? Like the outpouring of grief over the death of the late unlamented Princess Diana? Good grief.
Yesterday, received four emails. One from our younger son, living in Vancouver, forwarding two photographs. One, the front of the house; I can identify hollies and rhododendrons and a large pine. Its situated on the periphery of the UBC Endowment Lands, so he can bicycle to his office at the university. He leaves a small footprint on the environment. Second photo is a shot of the steps leading to his deck which he just finished rebuilding. Solid work, excellent workmanship befitting his scientific mind and builder's ethos; his father's son.
Second email from my cousin in Atlanta, crowing about their 70-degree (F) day-time temperatures and the eruption of leaves on the trees, flowers in gardens. I respond by saying that our day-time highs of 8-degrees (C) seem downright balmy to us after our usual winter, and I've uncovered the yews, roses, rhododendrons, azaleas, tree peonies, et al, and tulips are pushing their way through our frozen soil.
Third email from one of our neighbours who lives at the foot of our street. Nothing but good news from him: did I read the latest experimental results indicating that men who selected chemotherapy for their prostate cancer are more likely to contract cancer of the colon, as a result? Gloomily informs me that he has made an appointment for a colonoscopy. Also says that, since his wife is taking yet another month's vacation and he cannot see how he will be able to look after their 14-year-old Golden Retriever, they have agreed to 'put her down'. Might as well put him down too, he says, and he doesn't know how he'll be able to face life without her - the dog, not the wife.
Fourth email from a long-lost friend of 50 years ago in Toronto, when we were youngyoungyoung. She's recovering from shoulder surgery, cannot brush her hair, dress herself or wash, and the week-end weather in TO was so awful she was unable to venture out. The homemaker assigned to assist her in washing, dressing, brushing has been replaced for a more sensitive and professional individual.
Having said which, how about all this incredible circus atmosphere in Rome? Folks, seemingly very young people, happily anticipating a Woodstock-like atmosphere (and helping to make it happen) are converging, to help history along. Is that what is meant by 'get a life'? Like the outpouring of grief over the death of the late unlamented Princess Diana? Good grief.
posted by Pieface @ Thursday, April 07, 2005
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