I had always intended that this blog be a political commentary blog. But, although I am interested and follow politics, I guess my heart just isn't in it for that.
So - for a change of direction -
Approaching my 60th birthday I seem to have finally become more concerned about my general level of inactivity. So, I'm taking up running.
I am a short male, overweight (based on my BMI) but no longer obese. I haven't run in years - decades really. And, then it was only occasional and recreational.
I walk but nothing serious or consistent. I have a good pair of running shoes. So, I'm off.
Today was my 4th "walk". I decided to try morning instead of evenings. I almost slept-in!
Covered 4kms in 40 minutes. Hilly terrain in spots. Temperature 3C. A bit of a breeze. Slightly elevated heart rate but no heavy breathing. I may soom start including a bit of running within my walking.
Next day is Saturday. Long walk?
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Trump????
Is Donald Trump the US answer to Rob Ford?
I realise that Americans always do things bigger than we Canucks, but geez ... look out!!!
I realise that Americans always do things bigger than we Canucks, but geez ... look out!!!
Trudeau junior
Does the new "Trudeau Liberals" mean the end of the need for the NDP and Greens in Canada?
Monday, November 23, 2015
To my American cousins ...
What has happened to you?
Have you forgotten ...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Have you forgotten ...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Monday, July 23, 2012
I know. Sorry. I have never posted here. My bad.
I've been searching ... seeking ... deciding if I can actually add anything useful to the postings out there.
Well ... I'm still not sure.
However, I believe - after a lifetime (56 years and counting) of searching - I've decided I'm a Quaker that's also (maybe?) a Unitarian (or Unitarian Univeralist, if you prefer). Or, maybe it's the other way around?
Wow! How's that for commitment!
I've been searching ... seeking ... deciding if I can actually add anything useful to the postings out there.
Well ... I'm still not sure.
However, I believe - after a lifetime (56 years and counting) of searching - I've decided I'm a Quaker that's also (maybe?) a Unitarian (or Unitarian Univeralist, if you prefer). Or, maybe it's the other way around?
Wow! How's that for commitment!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
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