Sunday, April 8th, 2018 –

Sunday, April 8th, 2018 —>  +3˚C / +37˚F & grey and cloudy @2:19 pm in Atlantic Canada – on Vicki Joyce’s Birthday & Rob Burnett’s birfday, & on this date in 1961 Mom told me that Nancy was on her way 🙂 –

Sunday Morning in Atlantic Canada

– Looking Toward Canada Street – at about 11:00 am this morning –

— Not feeling 100% – pretty good one minute, dull  & blah the next? Should I blame the weather?

— Yesterday I downloaded a newer Bento version and clicked ‘Try it’-  Because the danged thing will not allow me to buy it outright or enter my 35 digit key from the previous version I bought before we moved to New Brunswick — and thereby upgrade to that version without it committing software suicide in 30 days. This new version was a whole lot more user friendly than the previous version, but I’m afraid to upgrade my database because it might render everything useless when the month long trial period is over. ‘Filemaker Pro’ wants me to buy their latest and ‘greatest’ ‘offering’ —>  For a ‘mere’ $1,200.00 per year. —> Apple has died and been replaced by Bill Gates? —>  Schnarr!

— Ya think I’m kidding when I talk about Economic Warfare being waged against everybody?

— Grumble grumble grumble –

~~~~~ Jim

Life And Death When Nobody Notices –

Life And Death When Nobody’s Looking –

There were feral cats on my two hundred
And fifty mile route through rural upper New York State

– One Night a week, on Fridays
The Weekend Papers came out at midnight
and we, the victims of economic warfare,
had until 8 am to deliver them.

One night, in the middle
of nowhere
I saw a cat
run out from a roadside hiding spot
right under the back wheels of a car
whose driver never saw what happened

– I pulled over and stopped
got out and knelt down beside the cat
Her back was broken
her insides were crushed
from the stomach back

I tried to comfort her, what?
Talk to her – Tell her she was on her way
To the Kitten Happy Hunting Grounds?

– all she wanted to do was crawl away and die in peace
And me, with my human sentiments and sensibilities
hoped I wasn’t scaring her to death while I knelt there and cried

– She tried her damnedest to crawl – drag herself to cover
But she couldn’t move at all

I stayed with her until the light went out in her eyes
And twenty years later I can’t forget that moment

– Can’t stop hoping I didn’t make her final moments in this life unbearable-

I hope she understands.

—– Jim Wellington