After I had opened one of my Christmas presents from Betty, I smiled and said “Well, that’s as subtle as a ‘bag of hammers'”. She had given me an electric razor, as my hair follicles have been working overtime for the last two years, and I have been channeling my inner “Grizzly Adams”.
We had an excellent Christmas, by the way, Santa was good to both of us. My birthday and New Year’s flashed past and suddenly here we are in 2022.
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Well the seasons have changed and Daylight Saving has ended meaning you’re reading this blog by candlelight as daylight will now be limited to 4 hours in the middle of your work day. Caffeinate and stay alert folks. Oh, and bundle up because if that weren’t bad enough, snow is on the way if it hasn’t already blanketed your front lawn. Keeping us comfortable through the hibernation months is more great music from the land of the Great White North.
I’m trying to remember the last time I went trick-or-treating as a child. It was in Montreal, and might have been when we lived in Park Ex, which was, back then, really not a place that was safe for a young’un to be out alone late, and especially not to be traipsing around in the dark.
But hey – free candy! Sometimes pennies! Maybe even a free razor blade! Or was that just an urban myth?
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I love this painting. Done by a very good friend of mine, it has intrigued me since I first laid eyes on it. My curiosity is piqued. To most I suppose it’s nothing special. For me it holds a kind of fascination and charm. I just sit and stare. A suggestion of mystery, a hint of secrecy…..it captivates me. It empties my mind and at the same time sets the wheels of my imagination spinning. It brings back memories. The mood is set with an ease and simplicity about it.
A simple green door, slightly ajar…..just a crack.
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 