Some of the news that has nothing to do with: Autumn, (you have no idea how difficult it is to pass this by), Political stupidity, or Death and Destruction.
Yes there is a lot of all that going on. But we need a change. A brief respite:
YE Never thought I would every write a thing about this fellow but I must say his latest stunt for attention is out there even for him. Kanye West was at a fashion show and wore a shirt with an image of Pope John Paul 11 on the front and on the back the words WHITE LIVES MATTER. Well, if that didn’t put the fox in with the hens. I happen to believe ALL LIVES MATTER, but I guess the words used by West, are the same used by the Klu Klu Klan and others of that ilk. He also dressed several of his black models on the runway in those shirts.
Loretta Lynn has died peacefully at 90. Quite an amazing life from a true Coal Miner’s Daughter. The movie Coal Miner’s Daughter with Cissy Spacek and Tommy Lee Jones is one of my favourites. TLJ actually resembled Mooney her husband.
Chess Grandmaster likely cheated more than a hundred times. Somehow with the state of the world I am not surprised. These last few years it seems decency and FairPlay was just an illusion in every arena.
FAA is going to announce a rule allowing more rest for flight attendants. So if one snuggles down in the seat next to you SHHHHHH
Bella Hadid stood in front of a live audiences at a Paris fashion show, same as Ye’s and had 2 people spray her dress on. Yup, she stood naked except for nude underwear, and 2 scientists sprayed her with a misty liquid that transformed almost instantly into a wearable material. Honest.
That one deserves a photo:
Question: this dress can be returned to liquid and sprayed on again. Bit dicey if it rains? Well, I think that is all the news I can handle tonight, so I bid you adieu from North of 43
But before I get to those thoughts I just saw the cutest photo from The Telegraph, and no it isn’t a cat. Or kittens. Or toddler. Well closer to the last one but not quite.
How sweet are those faces?
Okay, I could go off onto that tangent, but will proceed as planned. Loosely planned.
Back to the rails.
When I was a little girl, bout five or six, we got our very first TV. Okay it was 1953ish. And sometime after that there was an old movie about hoboes jumping onto trains and riding from place to place. I wasn’t sure what a hobo was but they were always portrayed as nice ‘fellas’ down on their luck.
I must admit that the idea of being able to ‘hop’ a train appealed to me.
Riding the rails was dangerous. The bulls were hired to keep hoboes off trains, so you couldn’t just go to a railroad yard and climb on
Today I took a much longer trip than anticipated on our intercity train, known as the LRT or ION.
First, I sauntered to our library to return a book, thinking I would have a lovely coffee at their Cafe, but the library was closed. They started closing on Sunday during COVID and have yet to change. Most inconvenient. Anyway, I put the book through the slot thingy, and headed downtown.
I had a mind to take the LRT to Waterloo -adjoining city- to Vincenzo’s, to buy some fresh pasta. But guess what? THEY WERE CLOSED!
So then I took the train the other way where at twice the distance, there was Farm Boy. The most delicious market, though more expensive than most.
Food aside, or I shall not be getting to the rail riding bit, it was my changing perspective and perception I wanted to talk about.
When I board the train I like to sit next to the big windows that look down on the rest of the world. Make of that what you will.
This time I chose a seat that had me riding backwards. A different perspective. Normally riding forward I see the lovely buildings and gardens and not much else.
This time, on this bright autumn Sunday I saw things that disturbed me. Partly because I had not noticed them before.
I saw an emaciated fellow hanging on to some scaffolding bars. I didn’t know if it was drunks, alcohol or if he was sick.
I saw people huddled in groups in dark corners of churches passing around a bottle.
I glimpsed some tents that were part of an illegal Tent City.
And I was troubled. And asking questions.
Why are some struggling so badly. Hurting. What can I do?
Funny thing, when I was that same little girl in front of the TV set I did not enjoy Christmas. Because on that best Day of all, when my folks had piled their five children into the backseat of the old car, to take us to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for feasting and laughter, on that One day, I saw a bedraggled emaciated, stumbling fellow wandering down a street. Alone and poorly dressed in the driving snow, and my heart broke.
I think of children being abused, and terrorized. I think of people all over the world who suffer.
And I keep asking the same two questions. Why? How can I help?
I have helped one on one over the years but it is still so little.
When I lived in Uvalde Texas for a couple of years (yes that one) there was a large poverty stricken part where my nurses used to deliver Home Care. I had never seen anything like it and I cried every night for two weeks. And then I came to understand that if I had all the money in the world I could not cure that problem. Which is just one problem.
The other is the pain, hurt, and abuse that humans do to each other.
Here in Ontario a lowly paid Social Worker needs a Masters degree to work. High stress, high suicide rate, etc etc…………….
And that is how I got on to thinking about those riding the rails. As I did today.
Good grief!! Sorry about that! Otherwise the day and dinner was delightful!
So, from here North of 43, I do hope your thoughts are much brighter. Go bac k to the lovely faces on the young Fab Four
When the world gets crazy, and it does, and you have done what you could, or, perhaps there is nothing you can do but pray, a few minutes of rest helps a wee bit.
Now if you are British, which many of my friends are, they swear a cuppa eases the pains of life somewhat.
But if you are more visual, then you can’t beat photos of nice scenery. And whilst JB New Zealand way is wondering if indeed spring has come for her part of the world, we in the northern hemisphere celebrate colour.
So here are a few soothing pics:
Our beautiful east coast recently savaged by Hurricane Ian, but that won’t stop nature’s art work.
Our French province Of Quebec. I think the accents of fall are known worldwide and need no interpretation.
Maine is beautiful any time of year but….
And lastly from Spring Bank Park in London, a city about an hour away
I often wonder if we really do get wiser with age. And guess what?
After today, I believe it is true.
At 3/4 of a century I have attained knowledge that is surprising. An awareness, if you will. Truths that have surfaced. Misconceptions corrected. Perceptions that one believed for decades or eons. And the rest of the story (as they say).
Something happened today that completely and thoroughly shocked me. I won’t give details, because I never do.
I had an idea about a particular person that I had clung to for over fifty years. An idea in which I believed this person had had a particularly lush lovely life, which secretly I resented. Though I would have denied such a thing and believed the denial to be true.
Not only was my perception completely wrong, I then had to consider, why I let this thing live rent free in my mind for all those years.
See truth brought wisdom. And there have been several similar -on a much smaller scale – things that have come to light in my seventh decade.
That have made me wiser. Really wiser, Really!
So I got to thinking and came to the realization that at this pace of epiphany I should be 100% wise by 100 years!!
P.S. no need to inject reality here folks!
So I am off to contemplate the approach of perfect wisdom in twenty-five short years and bid you adieu from North of 43!
The other day it was our Prime Minister of questionable intelligence yet again, singing Bohemian Rhapsody, in a bar, in London England, the night before Queen’s funeral. He does us so unproud so often.
Now, companies and institutions have policies for a reason. In this case it is The Dress Code. It determines the public face – and sets the standard for professionalism. And this isinglass particular
We now have a situation – with more than one idiot – that demonstrates we have surrendered all standards, and probably ethics and morals.
This is the headline:
This is about the male teacher at the center of a controversy –that shouldn’t exist.
Enter Idiot #2
This is the direction that regardless of poor taste or stupidity, it appears the School Board, is about to deep six standards in the excuse of the above≥
I support it all BUT THERE STILL MUST BE SOME KIND OF STANDARD. A decent one.
Regardless of every parent complaining and marching, no one seems to be thinking about the kids. The girls who are embarrassed and nervous about their own body development, and the boys who are snickering and sharing dirty grins. None of these children are gong to be learning.
And by the way – what you are about to see is a prosthetic so its not like its the guy’s real or fabricated through surgery body
Yup, this is what the idiot wears to school.
I believe every teacher who works in that school should wear clown suits and makeup.
I have so much to say but I AM SOOOO MAD.
I must wish you all well from North of 43 and I not putting a signature photo of me here.
After the excitement of Opera at the Met on Saturday, today we went to the movies and saw a totally different tale. George Clooney and Julia Roberts star in Ticket to Paradise.
This is a fun and frolicking movie. Clooney and Roberts characters were married for 5 years and have been divorced for 20. Their only child, a daughter Lily, travels to Bali after graduation and meets and falls in love with a local seaweed farmer.
Her parents for once agree, they travel individually to Bali to stop their daughter from marrying and making the same mistake they think they made 25 years earlier.
There is no great story to be told, but the film is brightened and lifted by the fantastic scenery and some hilarious interactions between the stars. And of course, the stars brighten the screen with their smiles and their facial movements.
But a great movie it is not. I am left wondering why these two mega stars became involved in this story. Maybe the idea of travelling to Australia to film it during Covid was the draw.
Having said all that, it was a fun way to spend a couple of hours as Wellington and New Zealand marked the Official Memorial Day for The Queen.
And now for the famous last line from Billy Wilder’s 1959 film, Some Like it Hot
Took my time. Did yoga exercises for first time in ten days. Ate breakfast. Showered. Dressed. Happy that real autumn temps showed up today (16C/60.8F). And I felt good!
Decided to swear a long sleeved turtle-neck body suit I bought a while ago.
I happened to come across some photos of me ten years ago. When did the turkey skin arrive?
So I made a plan to buy about a hundred turtle-neck sweaters. Long sleeved. I was on my daily FaceTime with Scotland when I noticed a gap in the seam of a sleeve. Oh no, say I, I just took the tag off this and it has a hole in it.
We discussed the likely-hood of my mending the problem, when, oh no, this sleeve has a hole too. You’re getting the idea of how my day is going.
****it is 9:00 a.m. the next morning from this post and I see that for some reason only half appeared. I did have trouble publishing once I hit the button. But never looked to see that the full one published???
Here is the Rest of the Story
Then the proverbial penny dropped.
Me with proper use of the sleeves!
It reminded me of something my youngest grandson said during a recent FaceTime; Oh Ro, say I, I just noticed all my wrinkles while we’ve been talking.
Oh, grandma, says he, you always look like that. I don’t think you look any different. He says this in an innocent loving manner.
So that’s it. Again. From Bridgesburning! Enjoy your day!