So to-day is the 25th of December, Xmas Day, and there is no snow on the ground here, which is fine by me as I do not really like that white stuff. The weather reports though are forecasting a large storm heading our way and by to-morrow, Boxing Day, we are going to get the first significant snow fall of the season. I’m going back to bed and stay there until Spring. Now I admit when I was younger I liked snow, it was fun to play in and it definitely made Xmas feel like Xmas. As I got older and more so as I approached my 60th I began to dislike it. Within the next 5 years that dislike turned into loathing. Now it is disgusting stuff. It is cold wet, and defies gravity by flowing up pant legs numbing things in its’ progress. No matter how well one bundles up against it, it still manages to find the most miniscule  of openings and get inside your clothing to chill as it melts on your naked skin. It is a curse sent by the evil Weather Gods to punish those of us who live in Northern Climes. It is the revenge of Boreas for replacing him with a new God, Frosty the Snowman. I don’t care if it gets to be minus 100C outside just keep the fluffy, clingy, white crystalline stuff away.  O.K. that’s my Grinch statement for the year.

On a more serious note, it just doesn’t seem like Christmas. Now I don’t know if this has to do with age, nostalgia, changing weather patterns, or the fact that the further society travels down the road towards civilization the closer we revert to barbarism. By all logic we should be coming more enlightened. It is the early 21st Century, 2012 years since the advent of the Common Era, and it looks like on our climb up the ladder we have slipped and fallen back a rung or two. Twenty-one hundred years of “Upward Mobility” and even with some notable back slides like the Dark Ages, The Black Death, and almost constant warfare we have always managed to creep forward.  Now at the end of 2012 we seem to have stalled. Hatred, War, Fear, Poverty, Disease, and Starvation abound in parts of our world and the rest of us seem to turn a blind eye to the sufferings of our Brothers and Sisters. Oh, we beat our breasts, shed a few tears and regurgitate all the well worn platitudes, then forget and return to our nice comfortable lives more concerned with “ME” and “I”, than with “US”. We are all the same, all One, and whether we like it or not we are “Our Brothers Keeper”.  

I am not naive nor foolish enough to believe that all the Worlds’ problems will or can be solved at once and that our inhumanity towards one another will vanish like a melting snowflake. It will probably take another twenty-one hundred years or more to get to where we should be but hey as the saying goes “A Journey Starts With One Footstep”. So for those of you out there who just might read this don’t scoff to much at this feeble attempt by an “Old Dreamer”. and please do have “A MOST JOYFUL AND PEACEFUL HOLIDAY SEASON.”




It is  9:04 a.m. and I am sitting here wondering why I woke up this morning.  I feel like a bulldozer ran over me then backed up to make sure it didn’t miss. I’ve had my coffee but it hasn’t kicked in yet and to be honest the way I feel I won’t know if and when it does. I get mornings like this when my get up and go got up and went leaving a lump behind. The only things that seem to be functioning are my brain, barely, and fingers the rest of me is screaming to go back to bed. Actually slept pretty good last night having only to answer natures’ call once instead of the usual 2 or 3 times. I thought it must be the weather but it is a very nice morning with the temp in the high teens and no humidity. In fact this week started off so nice that I turned the A.C. off  Monday and opened all the windows. My favourite time of year is approaching, only 8 days until Autumn officially arrives with its’ gorgeous days and cool nights. Always have liked the Fall, even as a kid I thought it was the best time. I even liked winter in those days with the cold and snow. Now, I still like winter, but I sure as hell can do without snow. Horrible white stuff crawls up your pant legs and sleeves and slides down your collar. The guy who invented snow should be stripped naked and buried alive in a 20 foot drift. When there is snow around I can’t ride my scooter and that annoys the hell out of me. Can’t show off to the ladies. You know the 70 year old biker on his black electric scooter that does 47 kph. My Black Knight Dream Ryder is wounded now with a flat tire and because it’s the rear wheel, which houses the motor, it has to go into the shop to get repaired. They’re coming Monday to pick it up and take it to Hamilton, 40K away. Best part is that when it’s fixed I can ride it back home. Even though the ride is through Hamilton and Burlington it’s nice, especially along North Shore Road, it’s like a roller coaster and at some points I actually get up to 50 kph. What do you know, writing about my scooter is actually starting to perk me up.  I love the scooter as it gives me my mobility back I haven’t owned a car for 13 years and I don’t want one they are a hassle.

Yep. I’m actually starting to feel human. Guess the coffee is finally kicking in, all that good caffeine racing through the blood stream yelling wake up, move it, move it. If I was a blood cell I’d swear I was back in the Army. An acquaintance keeps telling me I should take magnesium capsules to relax my muscles and maybe easy the aches and pains. Like I said to her . “Luv, the morning I wake up without aches and pains is the morning I’ll know I’m dead”. I’ll keep the aches and pains as a reminder that I am still amongst the living ,thank you. Anyway I need something to complain about. At this age complaining is part of my daily routine and if I couldn’t do it I’d feel something is missing. I’m in competition for the “Miserable Old Bugger of the Year Award” with a 10 point lead. Also like I told my boss “Can’t have the Tenants thinking I’m a nice guy can we. It’ll ruin my reputation and it like my big belly took years to grow”.

Well, as I said I’m starting to feel human so I guess I’d better do something. Got a bunch of filing to do, so I might as well get started. I REALLY HATE FILING. REALLY.