The inspiration for "open chakras"

In the picture you see Eero with his mother and maternal great-grandmother, attending the Robbie Burns Night in Picton, Prince Edward County, Ontario. The event is run at the Picton Legion by the Picton Legion Pipe band, of which my son Peter, Eero's father, is Pipe Major (leader of the band, for those who don't know what a Pipe major is.)

The morning after, in the Picton Harbour Restaurant, where we all met for breakfast, Eero, who is two, noticed the ceiling fan running above us, its light globe jiggling slightly, and said "flying light". I was so struck by the imagination there, and this fresh way of observing something we all take for granted that I wrote "open chakras", as today's poem.

wintering

I was at it again yesterday: shoveling four inches of snow out of my too-big driveway, path, front steps. The only advantages I can see to frequent renewal of snow depth are that the exercise is good for me, and the fresh snow covers all the gray road crap. Of course, this means that come the next thaw, we'll have an eyesore, but that's the nature of snow.

We have terrible cards at duplicate, Tuesday: I think I bid something like four times all afternoon. Most of what I could do was just furnish cards: no weird distributions, no high cards in particular. The only interesting factor was that all the other East-West pairs were just as frustrated as we were.

I am trying to take an adequate photo of Katisha (our Abyssinian kitten) to put up here. She is huge, fast, graceful (of course).

What happened to the snow

The first two shots show the city's loaders clearing snow from the boulevard in front of our house around midnight a few days ago.


These next shots show the state of the yard and street in front of our house after the warm spell of the last few days, when the temperature was warmer (15 degrees celsius) than it was in the first few days of July last summer (8 degrees celsius).