Santa Is Alive and Well

Santa Is Alive and Well
We see him in the acts of kindness, both random and planned. From him we learn that making others happy has rewards that are immeasurable.

So There U Have It

The last and final Act of a Three Act Play
is shaping up as a hopefully long and healthy one.
It is oh so different from Acts l and ll.

Act l was exciting.
Discovering how to live, love and 'do'
involved education,
both formal and otherwise.
Intertwined in this came the relationships
that influenced decision making and the outcomes,
both vocational and avocational
we now can look back upon.
At times it was breathtaking!

The Second Act largely focused on
the 'doing' phase of life'.
At times it was spellbinding.
Other times frightening
and on occasion, disappointing.
I can't speak for the audience,
but by and large
the reviews seemed positive.

The Third and final Act is live theater at it's best
as the actions of l & ll
strongly influence
the 'real- time' action, the 'now.'

Fatalists maintain that Acts l & ll predetermine the Final Act.

I know this to be true at some level,
(we can't rewrite the history of our lives,)
but join me at 'tweaking the outcomes.'

The first section of The Third Act
has surpassed my expectations.
The plan is to maintain the pace.

So There U Have It
is an opportunity for you
to participate
in the writing of the Final Act.
I invite you to contribute
your observations, wit and wisdom
in the Comments section.

We know how it will end,
we just don't know
what awaits along the way.
Join me on the journey!

Death Valley, Southeastern CA

Death Valley, Southeastern CA
We spent a lot of time in the American Southwest this fall, and loved it.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Algonquin Canoe trip





Well, the day has arrived,
Departure is 11:00 am.
We arrive at 7:00 pm at wilderness central
Algonquin Outfitters Store.
Having had supper and a good wilderness sleep
The canoes go in at 9:00 am.

It's Travis, Mitch and Grandpa
Our first stop will be, with two hungry teens
What else, but lunch of course
On the shore of Little Joe Lake.
Frozen pickerel from another trip
Will fry up well over an open fire.

Late afternoon
We'll set up camp on Burnt Island Lake
Three portages and twelve km's later.

Supper will be the ever hearty,
Salted cod soup, made the way
It's been made in seaside hamlets
On the shores of the Atlantic
For a thousand years.

We cooked up and froze some in
(Not so primitive, but practical Ziplock bags).
Hardly the packing material of the Vouyaguers
Of four centuries back, but, hey it works.

We're counting on fresh trout
As our staple protein.
Tin's of Mackeral are back up.
(don't tell my Dad),
One of the greatest outdoorsmen to walk God's earth
If you chance by him at a Timmy's in the Spirit world.

So canoeing, fishing, photography,
Some good 'ole honest talk, and if need be,
A favourite book for rainy weather.
And our trusty campfire coffee pot
To keep us satiated and happy.

We're good for just about whatever
Awaits us on, what will surely be
The first of many a trip, forest floor
For a bed, sleeping bag and all.

See you on Wed, July 12th
With pictures and many a narative and all
Happy camping to you
Wherever your hearth is for the next week.

Ray, and the two grandsons,
Mitch and Trav,
Ciao,

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These would be us, Elsie and Ray

These would be us, Elsie and Ray
On the Saugeen in August

Books worth remembering that have passed through my brain

  • Younger Next Year, Crowley and Lodge
  • The Book of Negroes, Hill
  • Team of Rivals, Doris Kearns Goodwin
  • Salt
  • Reading the Rocks, (an autobiography of earth)
  • Letter to a Christian Nation, Harris
  • Jesus Interrupted, Ehrman
  • How Jesus became Christian, Wilson
  • Blink, Gladwell
  • America B C, Fell