Every drawer is a junk drawer in Captured thoughts

  • June 28, 2020, 4:48 p.m.
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Last week when I was working on the shed roof, a red fox ran through the backyard, middle of the afternoon. I’ve seen foxes in the neighbourhood for the past five years or so. I was sitting at the picnic table in the shade of a great maple. My shirt was soaked through with sweat. I was drinking from an insulated mug of Earl Grey tea.

I was sitting out on my front porch a few weeks back, enjoying one of our first humid summer evenings when I first saw the skunk that lives in the neighbourhood now. I’ve seen him twice since and have caught a whiff many times. I was just sitting there enjoying the quiet as I often do now.

As I sit on my front porch now with my second cup of coffee, late on this Sunday morning, I keep seeing this guy on a bike speed by. He’s doing laps! Why? Who does laps around what is likely, judging from his periodic passings, a six block radius? I’ve seen him before. I don’t understand people who measure things.

A guy in a boxy VW convertible goes up the street. That car has got to be 30+ years old. I have a 19-foot long camper van which is about the same as having a convertible or a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. George, a guy I used to know, had a motorcycle. Then he bought a cottage. One time he told me that he was going to the Toronto Boat Show, so I suppose he has a boat now too. I ran into his wife, Arlene at the airport. She was on her way to Chicago to do a little shopping.

I suppose, I am a keen observer of nothing. We all spend our time doing something. Who am I to judge?

I lay in bed this morning listening to an hour-long podcast about a photographer. Robert Frank. The missus got out of bed before me and made the coffee. We are all non-conformists in our own ways.


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