Little Blue Ball

Your slogging through your day at the office and you feel like you couldn’t be more bored, always remember you are sitting in that desk chair in that office in that building on a little blue ball mostly consisting of water and molten rock and the ball is rocketing through space at break neck speeds.

The truth is if life is boring you are doing it wrong, I could not be bored if I tried there is just too much to do, see. smell, well you get it.

Another thought that kind of matches is: If a job (or life) is too easy or too hard you are doing it wrong. Have a look at the way you are living if there isn’t some hard work involved then you are missing something. If you are coasting through life without commitment or strife of any sort you need to examine your tactics.

In reverse if you are breaking in g your back every day and have your nose permanently welded to as many grindstones as you can then you are on the wrong track.

I think that I shall never see... "again"

In Ingersoll, Ontario, Canada we are simple people we go about our lives asking little except an every increasing need to be able to own things (just like everywhere).

I know I like cleanliness and the government sponsored sewer and water system is the main support system for this need by Canadians to be very clean.

I own an expensive car and I know a rough road does not sit well with me and my need to keep my investment safe.

On my street we are simple folk in old homes with small yards and smaller problems, we appreciate the park and the quiet life that is the main focus of our at home existence.

I don’t ask for much (nothing really) from my local government and my taxes are among the lowest, but I have a peeve and it is one that is shared by some and just as equally not by others.

What does my town and many of my fellow citizens have against trees? Why is it that I observe that every town project seems to include the decimation of trees in the process of replacing the infrastructure we hold dear? Why is it that I observe many of my neighbours in many of the places that I have lived seem to need to rid themselves of the beautiful trees they are blessed to possess at the earliest possible moment they can afford?

We are in the middle of a street and infrastructure “renovation” and our beloved town fathers (or their minions} have seem fit to cut down all the key trees on our street leaving us with to bear ugly mess of overhead wires and posts.

So I ask us all how can we change this for the next neighbourhood? It is to late for ours but what about the next planned reconstruction how can we insure a better inclusion of the trees that we never think about but hold dear once they are gone?

The mental wellbeing we felt that was due to these trees is gone never to be recovered. One of the trees was well over 100 years and it was beautiful and healthy. The loss is so great as to make me feel sick when I come home.

In the end we will go on but a little weaker and sad for the loss.