Reading through the local paper this week I came across the above jewel of Cartesian logic. By falling off the wagon the poor guy was simply complying with .... and not violating .....the court order as stated in the text........ and yet the judge threw him in the slammer anyways !! After all the court order forbad his abstaining from booze and drugs !! Damned if you do , and damned if you don't , I guess !!
The ebb and flow of memories these last two months have been on even par with those of the great Fundy tides........... especially the flood tide. For example I took Fluff for a ride around the North End this morning before raiding the grocery store as a snowstorm is in the forecast for later on. We drove down Main Street to Indiantown .... my particular neck of the woods.... where she snapped the picture below showing the Saint John River .... just above the Reversing Falls.... where the old riverboats tied up in my youth. These steamers .. the Majestic and D.J. Purdy were the lifelines between the big city and rural farming communities upriver and served as pleasure boats for picknicking city folk on weekends ..... taking them out of the fog to sunnier beaches and warmer waters for swimming upstream. The electric streetcars would make a loop just below the two brick houses and return back uptown. They were retired in 1948 for busses. By the way the brick house on the left at the end of the street is called the Pidgeon House where the great Walter Pidgeon of Hollywood fame was born and raised in the early 20th century.... and the other brick building across the street housed the Mayer ( Meir ) family whose son , Louis B. , is the second M in another Hollywood institution..... MGM.... as in Metro - Goldwyn - Mayer.
Then you turn right at the corner above and behold Pokiok Mountain where I was born and grew up . Our house lies just a bit below the house perched high on the cliffs..... hidden by the tall spruce. The waters below never freeze because they are tidal waters.
We then drove up Pokiok Road .... by the old homestead.....to dead end where I learned how to skate ..... the Twin Ponds.
From here I took Fluff out to Milledgeville ..... a bit farther upriver where two big rivers ... the Saint John and the Kennebecasis ....meet to form Grand Bay ( see above map )........ not at all far from the Twin Ponds as the crow flies but complicated by modern roadway systems. It was here that I learned to icefish given that the Kennebecasis froze over and was not as subjected to tidal waters as the Saint John was. We could also skate for miles around during winters such as the one we are experiencing at the present moment when the river freezes up solid before the heavy snows come . I shall just add a few pics to give you some idea of the Kennebecasis at its wintry best...... a clear sheet of ice as smoothe as a bottle !
Goat Island above with a shear glare of ice .......and now for a few nearby icefishing shacks
And a small colony of ice fisher palaces at Renforth...
What a difference a year makes !! Last year ... 2007 / this year 2008..... from the depths of the ravine to the heights of a high - rise ! Fluff and I wish you all the utmost happiness and the best of health......... and why not a wee bit of prosperity to boot during these tough economic times. Hugs to all our friends and passers by !
Poor Fluff !! Ths last month and a half her new office has been cluttered up with debris from my never - ending climb up the learning tree......... boxes full of books ! Before moving I gave away almost 80% of my personal library to various individuals and organizations and hardly realized that in spite of all that giving away I had still brought about 25 boxes of books and documents along here to Saint John ....the leftovers of a long career spreading the good news of wisdom and knowledge ...... much like a farmer spreads manure !!
So I went out the Kent Lumber and bought eight 8 - foot by 1 inch by 8 " knotty pine boards .... plus two lengths of 10 - foot 4"x 4" spruce ...... both cut up into 10 - inch long pieces .... which gave me a total of 24 blocks all told. It's a make - shift bookcase , simple to put up and dismantle...... like a bedouin tent in the desert. I have already emptied about 15 boxes .... and the smile on Fluff's face broadens with each new one I empty..... less clutter !! I left a one - block space under the bottom shelf so that she might "swiffer " more freely. It would be rather complicated to sand , stain and shellac my boards and blocks in our new lodgings.... so I shall simply put it off for now until next Spring when I can take the pieces down the street to my friend , Dick Scott's backyard ........ and do the whole shebang outdoors in one fell swoop in the same afternoon with no worry about spilling or splashing stain or varnish on apartment floors , walls , etc.
Weatherwise we have been living a topsy - turvy existence ..... up and down like a toilet seat in public places. Yesterday it was snowing .... then raining downpour style when we hit the hay around midnight,,,,,, followed by freezing rain overnight into the wee hours ...... with thermometer hovering around zero. About 4 in the morning I woke up to make a pit - stop and decided to check out traffic movement through our panoramic windows in the dining room........not knowing just how frozen the streets and parking lots had become while " visions of sugar plums " were dancing in my head. Unbespectacled in the darkness I made my way to the window and gazed out . Not ONE car was moving ....... just a lonely gritting lorry over near the Fairview Plaza. Then I looked downwards at our own parking lot below and could make out the rather fuzzy outline of a pick - up truck with its high beams illuminating the whole lot with silhouettes moving about in the shadows....... seemingly darting back and forth between the vehicule and the parked cars . Carthieves , says I to myself and I grab my handy three million candle - power spotlight ....... once feared by undesireables on Chemin du Ravin in my other life...... and I lit those suckers up from nine stories up like deer in the headlights.
It was a private contractor hired by the owners of our building to salt and sand our huge parking lot which is built on a major slope and deadly after freezing rain for fender benders , etc
Another first for me today on Canadian soil. I went out in shorts on December 12th to move my car to a better parking space. It was 15 C ... or 60 Fahrenheit !! Wake up weather tomorrow morn they are calling for - 10C !
I had a huge feast of quahogs .... above pic ... a type of hard - shell , short - necked clam which is quite popular in these parts...... more popular in Rhode Island though where it is highly revered by shellfish lovers.
This is for Bill !! Here I sit at my new Hampton pine philosopher's desk ..... striving , as always , to find better ways of rolling back the frontiers of human knowledge .... Stephen Hawking's "A Brief History of Time "on my left and the New Jerusalem Bible on my right ( hidden ) . By the way , Bill , my new bookcase is made of "naughty "pine !!
Fluff and I drove by God's gift to the retail world this morning and cast an eye of dismay upon the above scenario. At - 14 Celcius and covered with ice and snow the wee pines are "frozen dead " !! Even Frosty the Snowman and poor old Saint Nick are flat on their "donkeys " along with most of the Norfolk Island flora !! W - M has lowered the price from $ 14.00 to $ 3.00 each but noone is taking the bait..... I buy my meat dead but I like my house plants alive !!
I love plants and at Christmas I usually make a point of having 4 or 5 poinsettias , a couple of flowering Christmas cacti and also a Norfolk pine .... all enhancing the house during the festive season. One brisk sunny day ( maybe 35 F ) shortly after moving here in early November Fluff and I drove by America's giant retailer and noticed they had received their Yuletide shipment of Norfolk pine ...... roughly 80 3 - foot high plants ....... all well - shaped and beaming with evergreen colour and good health !! That night the thermometer dipped to a hair below freezing so the following morning we headed out to W - M 's to check out the fate of the Norfolk pines.... and even buy one since they were selling for only $ 14.00 whereas elsewheres they were going for $ 25.00 and more.
As we pulled into the W - M lot that morning I was hoping that some "associate genius "had thought about the overnight frost and had either brought them inide .... or had , at least , covered the plants over. But no !!! They were still outdoors and all frost - bitten and browning ... the early stage of slow death. I started searching through the mess and finally came upon one that had toppled over and had been protected from Mother Nature's wintry touch by those standing over it. Fluff went in and paid for it and it now stands proudly in our new apartment .... the only one of that batch to survive that first heavy frost.The picture on right was taken some two weeks later and they are even browner and "deader "...... and nobody is buying them.
The Norfolk pine is native to Norfolk Island in the Pacific Southwest.... and is , therefore , a tropical plant and should be treated as such The top pic is of the Norfolk Island flag...... with the pine highlighted at its centre.
