Spoon

Full moon tonight and last night sadly masked by clouds, although I did see the sun set and intimations of a blue sky beyond scudding clouds this evening.

This ignominy took place in a major world city only seventy six years ago yesterday. I guess that as similar things happen today, we don't notice them enough. Remember, the men who forced him down the street wanted this picture to be taken and publicised. Today our 'spin doctors' are a great deal more subtle.

Changing barometric pressure

They're dropping like flies. I thought it was just me, but so many people are not sleeping well, have head aches, have colds coming on (that never do come on) and that generally are out of sorts and stressed.
Some people say it is because of changing barometric pressure. I've never heard a doctor say this, although there are plenty who will talk of allergies, rag weed, dust mites and other causes of physical malaise, which, in my youth, were only talked about by CRANKS.
But back to the barometric pressure. Will one day these changes and differences be reported on the evening news to alert us to spring and other seasonal fevers?
The sense that lots of people are also under the weather is actually a great relief for me. I know when I began to feel a little off kilter and when this progressed to something quite a bit worse. It would be comforting if someone could tell me that it will all be over by April, or Easter even.
Maybe that's what Easter really is. The fresh start.
I will post this on two blogs because I want to garner opinions about changing barometric pressure.

There is still snow on the southern side of our yard, underneath the fence.

I notice funny, dry buds. Were they there all winter, my eyes blind to them?

I stopped to look at a squirrel and it stopped to look at me as if it was wondering if I would give it some food.

I also stopped for a delicious three minutes in the middle of all the hubbub at Yonge and Dundas. I watched a spot on the sidewalk over which a tiny piece of paper blew and listened to all the noises including a fire engine and a small man playing a long eastern string instrument with a bow. At dusk I stole some lines from Hopkins:

I caught this evening

In sunset's glory

The jet stream high

Of a silver fish

As it swept smooth on a bow bend.

Would it approach the moon

Sleeping on her back

High there

Or disappear

In transparent clouds?

I have pink eye and now it is bothering me.

Day at home, as I needed to be out in Nobleton at 9.30 for teeth cleaning. My wonderful dentist, whom I followed out there, when he moved from his downtown office, was actually not there. He now has a very pleasant younger partner who examined me. My dentist, (my hope is that I will die before him), will now work two days a week. Ironically he sold his farm, the reason for moving out to Nobleton in the first place, and has moved to a condo in our suburb. I love the drive out there three times a year. The land right now is brown and still has some snow on it. Beyond his village is a moraine and I drove up there today. Many plots of land for sale as, apparently they will put in sewer mains. Already great tracts are being prepared for roads and more sprawl. It reminded me of Santa Ponsa when I was twelve. Something to write about some day.

Home in the early afternoon, some boys are asleep and some blaring their U tube music. Slept poorly last night although not because of any unhappiness, perhaps because consciously and unconsciously I knew I had the day off, mainly to myself, today.

We have had garbage problems ever since we moved in and, very fed up, I got through to our city councillor's office. They have been great and most of the problems are fixed. Then last night a neighbour, noticing that they had smashed our little composting bin, offered us hers as she keeps her compost for her parents' garden.

Very cold, beautiful clear skies. Half moon sleeping on its back. Lots more stars than downtown.