In the middle of the night, Halloween morning, what a time to die....In fact, I knew I would not, as the pain was not strong, although it went on for about half an hour. I look forward to a peaceful, possibly enlightening death, but what if I am in distracting pain? What if I am in pain for a long time and welcome death as a relief? Or, in my culture, what if I am so inured from pain with drugs that I can no longer concentrate on the devotions that I have been so careful to learn? Or what if, like my mother, I have severe dementia and don't even know where and when I am?
All good November, (Scorpio), thoughts, as they rake up the lovely damp, red, brown and yellow leaves to make a pumpkin patch at the end of our very private street. To life, to life, Lochaim!

I've just discovered a great drink, a variant on the above.

Via powdered coffee in cold soy milk

Louis Armstrong
St. Louis Blues
Louis Armstrong Plays W.C. Handy

There's a kind of mini Satchmo revival going on. I'm enjoying every moment of it.

Every week day evening, when I get home, this bloke is on the TV and whatever family I have there is glued to the set. I like watching him too, although I always miss the beginning of his show.I noticed last night that his right ear is more pointed than his left and for some time I have remarked that he looks like Hugh Hefner's son. Every time that I make this brilliant observation, my wife and family are too absorbed in his demonstrations to show me any response. I think I am a little jealous of Dr Oz. I like him, but my family like him even more and ignore me when I get home. Only when his show is over, do they turn to me and say, "Welcome home, did you have a good day?"
It is unseasonably warm. I have been looking at my blog of one year ago and, at that time, there was an annoying Indian summer like, I said, a lover who did not know that it was time to leave, or something like that. I also found that I had filled in a one word response meme almost exactly the same as the one below. Most of my answers were the same too.
I have chosen to audition for a community theatre production of Hay Fever. I'm really not sure that I want to perform and work, as I will get even less sleep, but I determined that I would be sorry if I did not at least read for it. I know nothing about the director, although, in the distant past, I was in about eleven productions at that theatre. The auditions are in one week. I have also submitted something I wrote for an evening of experimental theatre. If I knew that it would be accepted, I would not also do the play, but the review committee won't let me know until November.

Where is

Lower shore
Riefert Garden
Gaspe
Metis Sur Mer

?

I wrote this on a piece of paper which I found in my back pocket. Is it the place with sunrises and sunsets?

MOZART, WOLFGANG AMADEUS: CONCERTOS/ABBADO, CLAUDIO album:EMI 7243 5 57128 2 0label:COMPOSER: WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART
CONDUCTOR: CLAUDIO ABBADO
ORCHESTRA: BERLIN PHILHARMONIC
PRODUCER: JOHN FRASER
CLARINET: SABINE MEYER
With a reconstructed basset clarinet, wonderful low notes and a brighter delivery than usual. Third movement possibly faster, less of a slushy eliding of the notes than usual.

How much of this will I be able to see on blogger? On my desktop I can click on the image and see details of people walking on the beach.
A lot, but not the blow-up details.

The Hours, Xavier Mellery

I have stolen this from willow at Willow Manor
Neural Linguistic programming
Designed Human Engineering
(Chis at All Saints)

Octahedral Gold crystals attached together, specimen from California
I've just bookmarked the site where I found this photo. Wouldn't it be nice to have some jewelry made out of this as it is? With its crystalline shapes it reminds me that it come from the earth like granite, salt or crystals. I also found a photo of a slab of gold more than a foot long found in Australia. Get it? Au stralia!

The one on the left ain't so bad either.

At 9:03 pm on Friday night September 25, 2009 seven all-sky cameras of Western's Southern Ontario Meteor Network (SOMN) recorded a brilliant fireball in the evening sky over the west end of Lake Ontario.

The fireball was first detected by Western's camera systems at an altitude of 100km over Guelph moving southeastwards at 20.8 km/s. The object was seen widely by observers throughout southern Ontario and adjacent areas.At its brightest, the fireball was approximately 100 times as bright as the full moon.

And now they are looking for the pieces.

Photo of the minute. Too good to miss.

From ubicon's photostream on flickr

Someone said recently that the huge difference between the Atlantic, which I take this to be, and the Pacific, of which I have very little experience, is that the Pacific does not smell like the Atlantic. In fact, that it hardly smells at all. I would like to spend some of the rest of my life somewhere where I can watch the sun set beyond a great expanse of water. Each day would remind me that I am nearing the end of my life and each sunrise would fill me with the joy of still being alive. There is a place at the mouth of the Saint Lawrence of great desolate beauty, where one can see spectacular sunrises and sunsets (1). I would build me a log cabin there for those times when my wife and children seem separate from that other non conjugal side of myself. That side of myself that finds contentment sitting alone on a train or writing nothings on my blog.

(1) I heard about this place on the radio so I'm not sure of the spelling. It sounded like Riefert Garden in Metis sur Mer in the Gaspe. I've checked it on Google Earth and there is a spit of land with a lighthouse on the end, which would indeed have views due East and due West.