RAMBLINGS 2019 (03)

RAMBLINGS 2019 (03)

It is the second day of the third month of the year two thousand and nineteen and I am seventy-six years and one hundred and fifty-three days old. Isn’t that just earth shattering information? Yep! There are seven billion, seven hundred million inhabitants on this old rock and I don’t think most of them give a damn. Seeing as I’m in one of my cynical moods, I think it is a fine time to layout the pros and cons of my physical (and possible mental) condition-
Pros: – I’m alive, breathing, and capable of movement, thinking, and speech. [(Cogito ergo sum, I think therefore I am)] which really isn’t saying much.
Cons: – Here the fun begins (hope I have enough paper to print all this). Let’s start at the top and work our way down. I stand roughly 1.7 metres (170cm). If I use centimetres it looks and sounds like I’m tall Alas, I’m dreaming but it sounds good. Ah hell, it’s 10:15 pm and I’m off to bed. I’ll continue this tomorrow. After all tomorrow is a new day. Wonder what genius thought that up.
Damn! Slept in this morning which is unusual for me? Anywho back to the Cons. As stated, I will start at the top and work my way down.
I have Male Pattern Baldness. (In other words, my scalp is being prepared as a landing strip for flies). I have lost on average 55% of my hearing and 30 kilos overweight. I wear glasses, and have false upper teeth. I have a stent in my heart (had three heart attacks) Esophageal Reflux and Type 2 Diabetes. I also have an Aortal Aneurism. Hang on I’m just getting started. Still on the inside, I also suffer from COPD the result of smoking for almost 60 years. I also have a stent in my right Urethra the result of a kidney stone being passed and cutting it. Before I forget, I also had a ruptured right Femoral Artery. I also have three lower vertebrae fused.
I was hoping to get this done to-day but it will have to be put on hold until to-morrow.
Just got in from having my Taxes done so I’ve got some spare time to do some more Cons. I left off with the Femoral Artery so whilst we’re on the lower extremities, I will mention that I have scars from first, second, and third degree burns. I also have a scar on my left front ankle from being stung by a sand ray. Well that just about sums up what’s wrong with me and I know I’ve left many things off the list.
If I were a car, I would be on my way to the Junk Yard but seeing, as I’m human that option isn’t available (at least legally). This should take care of the period of self -cynicism I’m in just now. Hell, by this time next week I’ll be back to my old grouchy self.


RAMBLINGS 2019 (02)

RAMBLINGS 2019 (02)

It is now February and for the last week, we have either had snow in large quantities or, as for the last two days freezing rain, sleet, or rain, and now more snow for tomorrow. No wonder I have the “BLAHS.” I would get up and go if I could find where I put my go. It has to be buried somewhere here in my apartment but I just do not feel like looking for it right now. Even looking forward, to our monthly lunch tomorrow at the Mandarin is not exciting me in the least. At times, I think I would gladly trade places with a Bear and hibernate for the winter.
Left for the Mandarin Restaurant at 11:00am and arrived at our usual time, just as it opened. There were six of us this time, one of whom works for Mandarin so he gets us a bit of a discount. The food is good but like most Chinese eateries, it caters to North American tastes. One thing that I have found at the Mandarin we go to is they make a great “Boston Clam Chowder” and it is first thing I get. I am a soup lover and I consider that I know good soup when I taste it. At some restaurants, the soup is so watered down that it is more akin to dishwater than soup.
Just got in from walking down to the plaza at the bottom of our street, it is not quite a 10 min. walk. Going down is okay as the wind is behind you but coming home the north wind is hitting you head on and today that wind is bitterly cold. There is no snow today but tomorrow and Sunday, it is calling for flurries. Flurries I can handle heavy snow, no way. I guess the dislike of winter comes with getting older although some of the senior residents of the building seem to enjoy winter. Good for them.
It,s Sunday and as usual around here it is “BORING” and that is not an overstatement. There is nothing on the “Boob Tube” worth watching and it is too cold to go for a walk. I just finished making a big pot of Cabbage Soup for the week and now I sitting here telling all and sundry about it while I listen to Bert Kaempfert playing “Dancing in the Dark” and now Midnight in Moscow” . Ain’t life exciting.
Well I’ll close this session of Rambling and hope something more exciting happens when I sit to ramble on again.

My Opinion


4100 Longmoor Drive was officially opened as a Senior’s Residence 44 years, 7 months and 8 days ago on 3 September 1975.For a 44and a half year old building it is in fairly good shape as it approaches middle age. Like anything at that age it is starting to show signs of wear, especially the plumbing as pin holes are starting to sprout in the water pipes like mushrooms on a manure heap. At this point in the buildings lifwe these are minor irratants but like all irritants if not removed real problems arise.The building is owned and operated by Halton Community Housing which is responsible to the Region of Halton. In other words it is run by a bureaucracy which operates under a budget. Having a budget limits the way money is allocated to maintenance so somethings don’t get accomplished expitiously. One area that is speedily taken care of is “Pest Control”particularly “Cockroaches” and “Bed Bugs”.
Our building like so many others where there are large congregations of Humans has both Cockroaches and Bed bugs.My old apartment on the 3rd floor had roaches which I reported and received prompt action with the exterminator arriving two days after the reporting. I moved down to an apartment on the second floor which while being repaired and cleaned was also sprayed for roaches and up until three days ago I did not worry. Lasty Thursday my next door neighbour told me that her neighbour on the other side was inspected and found to be infested with roaches. This individual is a Hoarder and has been warned on more than one occssion to clear out and clean up her apartment. She complies with the order but within a few weeks returns to her old habits.Complaints have gone into H.C.H.C. and up until now not much or anything has been done. With this latest complaint the assistant Property Manager has inspected her apartment and assumingly warned the tenant, also made arrangements for the exterminator. Two days ago both mine and my neighbours apartments were inspected. My apartment was declared roach free but unfortunately my neighbour was informed that she also has roaches and is very annoyed to say the least as they more than likely came from the infested apartment.
Cockroaches are not the only pest problem; we also have Bed Bugs, mice and rats (for which traps have been set). There also larger pests in the area including, Raccoons, Skunks, Rabbits, Squirrels, and a Coyote. Regular Wild Life Sanctuary. The Skunk (Pepe le Pew), Rabbits, squirrels, and Raccoons can be tolerated but the Coyote is dangerous and should be trapped and relocated before it attacks a child.


RAMBLINGS 2019 (01)

RAMBLINGS 2019 (01)
Ten years ago (2008) when I was the superintendent of an apartment building in Bronte a gentleman buzzed my apartment enquiring about the vacancy I had. I buzzed him in and went to introduce myself. At first glance something clicked in my mind and I realized that Peter C. Newman was standing in my lobby. For those who do not know of Peter C. Newman he is (was) a journalist Toronto Star, Editor McLean’s Magazine, author, and TV personality here in Canada. I showed him the apartment for rent and we chatted for a while. He interrupted the conversation to run out to his car and when he came back he handed me a signed copy of his book “Sometimes a Great Nation” said good-bye and that was the last I saw of him. I was a bit overwhelmed as this was the first time I ever received a signed book. Now after ten years I am embarrassed to say I finally got around to reading it. It sat on my bookshelf along with over a hundred other books patiently waiting for me to get around to it. It might possibly still be waiting if not for the fact that on 15 December 2018 I moved to a new apartment (same bldg.) and as I was the one to pack my books I came across it. I must apologize (if he ever reads this) to Mr. Newman for not reading this fascinating book sooner.
“Sometimes a Great Nation” is a collection of article and essays publish from 1979 through 1988 they are filled with humour and critiques of the times and the noteworthy people of the day.

On Friday 4 January I managed to knock my computer over and totally destroy the hard drive and had to buy a new one. Eight years of info, music, and pictures gone. I am now in the process of trying to recover some of what is lost. Fortunately some of my info is stored by the server so it was just a matter of remembering the passwords. Other writings and info were stored on the hard drive so it is gone. Good thing I live on the 2nd floor of the building or I might have decided to take a header off the balcony. It’s all flower beds below my place so I would have more than likely survived also it is only 12 feet to the ground.
What I really miss is my music, songs ranging from Classical to Classical Rock and absolutely no Country and Western. Whenever I hear a male C&W singer I think he has his foreskin caught in his zipper and a Female singer has her boobs caught in a clothes ringer.
I watched Trumps’ address to the nation (US) last night and as usual it was 15 min. of lies and misinformation. Trump wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him in the ass. What normal nation allows one individual to shut down its’ government. I think I answered my own question; the US isn’t normal.


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Well today is Municipal Election day in Ontario and I finally for the first time voted in a Municipal Election. Usually I just vote in the Provincial or Federal Elections. Now that I’m a senior and live in subsidized housing I have taken an interest in what is happening in the town and region. Another thing that made me start taking interest is the fact that my son-in-law works for the region. So, shortly after the polls close at 8:00pm the results will start coming in. I voted for all new people except one. I noticed that the ballots were not the old paper fold up type but a paper sheet on which you marked your choices and handed them to a person standing behind some kind of electronic device that pulled the sheet inside it. I assume it automatically tabulates the ballot.

The results are in and Burlington has a new mayor Marianne Mead Ward and best of all Duffus Dennison councillor for Ward 4 got booted out and replaced by Shawna Stolte and Gary Carr remains Halton Region Chairman. All in all, damn good results. I met Dennison last year at a meeting to discuss speed bumps on our street because it is a 500 metre drag strip and after a few seconds I realized that he was, to put it mildly, a DUFFUS who had to go.
Just got in from my appointment with my Cardiologist. I’m going to live for awhile longer which is nice to know. She was quite pleased with my test results. When I heard my heart beating it reminded me of the old plunger type washing machine my Mom had, WHOOOS, WHOOOS, weird.
Found out this morning that the woman tenant, who has been my nemesis for five years over where I park my Scooter, is moving out in 9 days. No more being blocked in or having to argue with her to get her to move her med-chair.

It is now 2:30 Thursday afternoon and this day is shot. I haven’t done a damn thing except tidy up and sorting through a bunch of junk to get rid off. Most boring. Hope tomorrow bodes well as the start of cabin fever season is still over a month away. Tomorrow is food bank day in the building, hope they have some decent stuff for a change as lately what they have been handing out is mostly “Rabbit Food” (veggies).

I went down to the food bank and the only things that appealed to me were the potatoes and I got halt a pineapple. I love pineapple. Well that it for this mundane ramble. Let’s hope I can find something exciting for the next one.








It has been some time since I have written anything under this heading. Mainly because I went through a period of which I felt myself somewhat superior to my fellow residence and couldn’t be bothered to get involved in what I considered petty and mundane gripes and complaints. I found myself not suffering fools gladly for I believed them and their ideas to be stupid. It wasn’t until I had an argument with an acquaintance that I realized what had happened and thankfully snap myself out of that attitude. So with the dumping of that extraneous baggage I have returned in an attempt to getting more involved in the happenings around our little community of Longmoor.
Today at 1:30pm there was a meeting with representatives from Halton Housing in the Common Room which I attended. It is the first meeting with our new Tenant Services Advisor (Property Manager) who I will refer to as A. “A” isn’t exactly new as he was property manager shortly after I moved in. He left to run for the N.D.P. in Burlington. He lost so now he is back at his old job. The meeting lasted 2 hours and it was very informative and thought provoking. It was a relief to have someone who is in charge, in charge. A gave the impress that he was a straight talking no nonsenses person who was going to do his damndest to get things done within the confines of his authority. Like all civil servants he has higher authorities he must answer to. Our last TSA (see above) P. was a nice enough chap but seemed to lack the fire that is sometimes needed in that type of position. He and his assistant An. Have moved on to another building in Oakville. I forgot to mention that A. has an assistant Also, N. who seemed to be a nice young woman.
As I said the meeting was very informative and above all didn’t turn into the proverbial “Bitch Session” although there is always one who seems to think they know more than those in charge. Ours is named J. who is the epitome of everything that is bad when one thinks of “Blue Collar Workers”. About three quarters of the way through the meeting he started harping on a subject that had been discussed about 10 mins. before and when A suggested that id he had a complaint put it in writing. With that, J. got into a huff and left which by the way was appreciated by some of the people in attendance including yours truly.
The next meeting will be held just before Christmas and hopefully there will be some progress to be reported. In the mean while I will pay closer attention as to the happenings around the building and if of interest will write about them. Before I close I must admit that I was tempted to turn this into a personal bitch about a disagreement with H.C.H.C. and how I was treated but this is not the time nor the place.



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On Friday the 31st of August I reserved the Common Room for a group of us to have a pot luck dinner on Labour Day from 4:00 to 8:00pm. It was an enjoyable get together but for the intrusion of an uninvited individual who twice tried to barge in. This tenant should not be in our building, which is independent living, but in a place where there is staff to look after her as she has mental problems. From day one, a month ago, she has been a problem with knocking on other tenants’ doors asking for food or coffee. She has argued with bus drivers and even stood in the middle of the road stopping traffic to ask for a ride.
The doors to the Common Room use to lock but for some reason the locks were removed. Now it’s a worry if the room is booked for a private occasion.
I love the Pipes and today for the first time I listened to a song by Isla St. Clair, entitled “When The Pipers Play” well if you’re a true Scotsman like I am it will bring a tear to your eye. The “Flowers of Scotland” and now “When Pipers Play” both tug at my heart strings as they are songs of Scotland’s Freedom which was stolen from us in 1707 with the “Act of Union”.
Two of my friends and I go out to dinner every now and then and last evening we went to “Eastside Mario’s” and we shan’t be going back as it was not very good. “D” had spaghetti and meatballs and said that the meatballs tasted like they had been frozen and then undercooked. “B” and myself had lemon shrimp on spaghettini with a Bolognese sauce which might have been tastier if everything hadn’t been smothered in olive oil.
Just had a phone call from Halton Housing approving my request to transfer down to the first floor. I am hoping that I get a certain apartment which has an extended patio that I can keep my scooter on. Now comes the hard part packing everything up, moving two floors down and unpacking and setting up. If I get 104 there will be no more arguments with a certain tenant over the concrete pad that was allocated as my parking spot and no more contractors blocking me in. Which will be a big relief.
I listened to Obama’s mid-term speech at the U. of Illinois today. It is a shame that the Americans limit the number of terms a person can run for President. If Obama had been allowed a 3rd term the world wouldn’t have to listen to or look at the Orange-hair Troglodyte that occupies the White House now. If one ever needed evidence of American political corruption and malfeasance one need look no further than Trump the whiner.
Here it is Sunday already and the start of another week and what’s in store is your guess as well as mine. I think the 3 of us are going on a site seeing tour around Hamilton Harbour but I don’t know what day. More than likely Wednesday, but who knows as minds are changed all the time.



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Seventy- Six years ago today 19 August 1942 the Dieppe Raid took place. Four thousand nine hundred and sixty-three Canadians took part in the assault on the French Fishing Port of Dieppe. The raid was a disaster from which two thousand eight hundred and fifty-three Canadians returned. Nine hundred and seven were killed, two thousand four hundred and sixty wounded and one thousand nine hundred and forty-six captured. Of the four thousand nine hundred and sixty- three, two thousand eight hundred and fifty- three returned. The raid was botched from the time of its’ conception being cancelled once and then hastily revived. Dieppe is the greatest disaster in Canadian Military History. To-day at the Dieppe Veterans Memorial Park on Beach Road in Hamilton there will be a Remembrance Ceremony. There is only one participant in the raid left and he lives in British Columbia. He won’t be at the ceremony as his health is failing. He is 92 years old. LEST WE FORGET.


I am at present in a dispute with the Landlord over their refusal to let me transfer from the top floor to the 1st floor where the hallways are much cooler. I have a few medical problems and on days where the Humidex is in the plus thirties I have difficulty breathing as I walk to the elevator. I keep the temperature in my apartment at 70 degrees and I find it quite comfortable, mainly though I can breathe. I sent in the request for transfer accompanied by letters from my family doctor and my Lung Specialist, stating my medical problems and they didn’t seem to work. I am now in the process of getting a, letter from my Cardiologist to add to the request and see if that makes a difference. I was informed by the Landlord that they did not allow in-building transfers but in the 5 years I have lived here I know of 5 such transfers being allowed. The letter I received stated that my request was refused and that the decision was FINAL. Don’t say that to me as the only thing that is final is Death. If I am refused again I am quite will to take this all the way to the Regional Chairman and beyond. I’ve been feeling bored of late now I have something to occupy me.
Three of us went out to dinner yesterday. We went to a small restaurant in a strip plaza just off Brant street. This restaurant makes the best Liver & Onions in town, perhaps the province. I don’t know how the cook does it but the liver is cooked to absolute perfection and the service is excellent. Stopped at Tim Hortons to get a donut for desert. Sugar count went through the roof but it is not often that I have donuts or desert for that matter. In all it was a good evening with good friends and a break from Fish and Chips.


Things are kinda hoppin’ in Yankee land. Two of Trumps former cohorts are in deep doodoo with one convicted on eights counts of fraud and evading taxes and the other striking a plea bargain by pleading guilty to violating voter financing laws amongst other charges. Trumps’ former lawyer Michael Cohen implicated him in that Cohen stated that he was directed and coordinated by an individual running for a high Federal office. Is this the beginning of the end for the orange-haired troglodyte? (Let’s hope so).


RAMBLINGS 2018 (14)

RAMBLINGS 2018 (14)


Fridays have become a sort of ritual with our excursions for Fish and Chips. Last night we were off to Hamilton to a place we had been to before, (no Names). The Haddock was excellent but the chips were not the best. They also serve deep fried breaded mushrooms which were alright but no as good as the ones we have at another restaurant. The service was great and our server was courteous and cheerful. This was our third trip to this restaurant and this time it seemed that it had slid a bit downhill. As usual on the way home we stopped at our favourite ice cream place and it was two Butterscotch and Black Cherry cups. What this place calls a single scoop is about three scoops anywhere else. It is excellent ice cream.

2018/08 /12
This afternoon at 2:00 there is entertainment being put on in the Common Room. This time it is, believe it or not, our mailman who seemingly plays the guitar and sings. I’ll go and check it out but the first sound of Country and Western and I’m out of there. Can’t stand C & W. Anyway I’ll continue this when I come back.
I’m back. The entertainment started at 2:00 and ran through until 4:00. An intermission was called at 3:00 and I left. The singer was not that good and most of the songs he sung, myself and others had never heard. I think he wrote them himself. Any how as I said he wasn’t that good and I left. Waste of $5.00 as far as I am concerned. A few of my friends will have some caustic remarks that I left but I was not enjoying it and that is all there is to it. We have had other entertainment in the building and they have been really terrific but I’m afraid our Mailman wasn’t in their league.
The more I watch or read the news the more my disgust, contempt and distrust of the Americans, especially their political system, rises. Trumps tweets and statements are so riddled with lies that I doubt that anyone in the White House or the Republican Party can distinguish what is true anymore. Trumps’ habitual lying seems to have become contagious as all who work with him have fallen into the quagmire that perpetually surrounds him. I get the feeling that Trump is desperately trying to prove Pres. Lincoln wrong. You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.
Abraham Lincoln, (attributed)
16th president of US (1809 – 1865)
He is attempting to “fool all of the people all of the time”. He is definitely fooling some of, them people all, of the time with the aid of his cohorts at Fox News. They seem to be applying the axiom “Divide and Conquer” and the lower stratus of American society is swallowing it “hook, line, and sinker”.




Is it possible that George Orwell’s dystopian novel “1984” is slowly becoming a reality? A few days ago in “Ramblings 2018 (13) I spoke of Trump setting up his own “Ministry of Truth” and introducing “Newspeak”. This was my conclusion after reading that at a rally in Kansas City he told the audience “Stick with us. Don’t believe the crap you see from these people, the fake news. … What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening.” This is about as close to Orwellian as you can get.
It is almost incomprehensible how Trump praises the dictators of the world and reviles his friends and allies. That is until you look at it from the point that Trump is enthralled by so called strong leaders, men who subjugate and terrorize their own people. Mayhaps it is the bully within screaming to get out and run wild. Trump lacks humanity or empathy, people mean nothing to him.
His latest proclamation is his threat to shut the government down if he doesn’t get the money to build his version of the “Berlin Wall” across the border with Mexico. This is not a president it is a spoiled brat who, when he cannot get his way resorts to childish threats.
Donald J. Trump is a master of the chaotic he seems to thrive on creating dissention and ambiguity with the right hand not knowing what the left is doing. It is established that he tries to run the country like one of his businesses where he allows no disagreement and considers himself to be the greatest deal maker ever created. His Hubris knows no bounds.
Because Trumps’ supporters think that he and only he speaks the truth they are harassing and threatening media reporters at his rallies the Ministry of Truth is slowly gaining ground. Trump is laying the ground work and “1984” might be “2024” or sooner. It is well established that Trump is an invertebrate liar who has difficulty distinguishing fake from real. His rampage against the “News Media” is indicative of a would be pompous “Tin Pot Dictator” who cannot accept criticism in any form what so ever. He is the little boy who when things don’t go his way picks up his marbles and goes home.