One sign that you have officially
become a cantankerous oldster? Whining about how, back in the day, everything
was o! so superior. Statements that start with “when I was your age” and
include a lot of -er words. The snow was deeper, people worked harder, food was
better, kids were smarter, things were blacker and whiter. Er, er, er. Having
reached that point where diplomatic folks might describe me as being “of a
certain age”, I strenuously resist falling into the nostalgia trap. That said, there are things that I truly miss.
Example: going to the movies.
Nearly a year ago, for
several reasons, I decided to blog daily. For the most part, I succeeded. Not
two months into the 2014, however, a series of events pitched me into an
existential funk, my posts became erratic then I ceased blogging entirely. The
anniversary of my decision to blog daily is just around the corner and, yes, I’m
back at it. Wiser? I hope so.
After weeks of bitter
cold, then weeks of soggy raw, the snow fell over the weekend. Sunday morning,
a pristine blanket of white over gritty brown, transformed the landscape. I
headed out to visit my island, an islet really, snugged up against the
northern shore of Montreal where, despite the ever-present hum of distant
traffic, I can always find tranquility, soul-healing quiet and peace.