A LONG WAY FROM MANY PLACES
Damp, Dismal, Drab, Dreary and Dull Days
The outdoor lights and indoor decorations have been put away. The tree lies in the alley awaiting pick up. We returned the rented Rug Doctor machine to the grocery store (it took some five minutes for one of our Christmas guests to spill their wine). The carpet’s clean although there may or may not be a faint whiff of cat piss embedded in some of its fibres, particularly proximate to the location of the tree. These holidays are over.
Looking out our back door through the fog billowing from the clothes dryer vent Tuesday morning I observed that the neighbourhood’s jays and magpies had frowned at the crumbs of a heel of bread I’d scattered for them. The sky was fireplace ash, the evergreens grey and there were hints of hoar-frost on the remaining brittle brown branches and twigs. White snow atop squat white garages. You can’t help but think about escaping to other places, exiting the chilly low light of this misty, monochromatic world.
Where to roam for a different set of holidays? WestJet has a January BLOWOUT! sale on for a few more days. I like WestJet because it’s not Air
I hate WestJet because its flight staffs are infuriatingly cheery and chirpy.
And WestJet introduced the $25 checked bag fee which Air Canada matched,
naturally. Why don’t airlines charge for carry-on and spin cargo hold bags as
gratis? Each entitled Einstein blocking an aisle during boarding while mystified
and bemused as to why their steamer trunk doesn’t slot into the overhead bin
above their seat row cries out for an additional and steep ‘on-and-off’
convenience fee. Canada
I’d like to go somewhere with a little moisture in the air. A place where opening a carton of beer doesn’t slice the nicotine stained and withered parchment enveloping my fingers and hands to ribbons. Our wish to travel is more acute: let’s go while we’re still fit enough to move about for five or six hours at a stretch, while we still perceive hotels as simple shelters, places to sleep and bathe, rather than destinations. I have regrets about my unadventurous youth. I lacked the resources back then but what I really lacked was courage because I’ve always liked things just so and obviously everything would be out of kilter in a foreign place, especially the toilets.
Like many Canadians needing to escape the oppressive leaden skies of winter, we’re looking south. Despite registered Republicans and a national propensity for daily mass shootings (defined by the FBI as three or more persons killed or wounded), the
laughed about rubbernecking the uncontrolled crossing of wretched excess and
the grotesque that is United States .
Both Rod Stewart and Elton John are playing that oasis in April; if only it
were 1976 instead of 2016. Much more intriguing is a potential music themed
road trip through Las Vegas Memphis and and god knows where else a blue
highway may take us. Nashville ?
I’ve never been to Clarksville New
Orleans or San Francisco and I’d blow
through Chicago (and Buddy Guy’s Legends on Wabash) or the Big Apple again in a
minute. New York