This past weekend Donald J. Trump got the entire world involved in a war, without anybody’s permission and for no obvious reason. Iran does not have intercontinental ballistic missiles, and there is no plan for how to help the Iranian people move forward after the bombing stops. The underlying reasons could be several: his payback to Saudi Arabia for his new jet and other monetary obligations, an attempt to distract the public from the Epstein files, his hankering for the Nobel Peace Prize, or his anger with the Supreme Court over knocking down his tariff walls. Maybe it’s all of them, revealing an enfeebled old man wanting to ensure some sort of sick legacy.
To get away from the news on Sunday, Peter and I decided to take a walk we normally do in the summer. It meanders through the woods and along the Humber River. What is it like in the winter? I’ll show you:
Bundled up in heavy coats, mitts, tuques, and scarves, we walked through the neighbourhood to the path in the woods. The first thing we saw was this abandoned swing. Soon a little child will be smiling and screeching as he goes higher and higher.
It was a little icy so we held onto each other as we made our way down to the river. Attached to one of the trees was some advertising for a dental office. It seemed to be a strange place for clients to stop and read. Could the woods be full of hidden candies?
Then we walked past the Humber River Yacht Club, definitely closed for the winter:
Even the snowmobile had been deserted.
The dog park was empty too:
Peter decided to go the extra mile for you, dear readers. He stepped out onto the ice, while I held my breath, and my phone, ready to call 911:
The ice held, and the river, usually full of geese, was silent.
Then we trudged up the hill back to civilization.
We stopped to do some shopping on the way home, avoiding the inevitable CNN news feed for a little while longer.
Sue
Seventy In the City 
Nature is so grounding…even when she is a bit scary. Winter on the farm can be. We have no water (as of 1:00 a.m. when George, the tenant in the barn, called to tell me it cut out again. Hundreds of animals are at risk (chickens, exotic birds, llamas, alpacas, horses, etc), especially the horses with automatic watering bowls, not buckets. The plumbers were here yesterday and replaced a fuse in the box that says WARNING! (I had checked the main box). And here we are, and I expect the hunt for the cause needs a Sherlock Holmes. To top it all off Destiny put me in charge, because the landlord’s man, Dave, is MIA. Hope he’s okay. He’s ‘getting on’ as they say. So I wait, me and my chest pains, no surprise.
Not a good day to watch the news. I am afraid my heart will break.
So I patted the cats, fed the songbirds and am awaiting the turkey flock, corn ready. When I look around, my perils could be so much worse than the world’s.
Thank you, Sue, great friend. May Destiny be clement to us today.
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You did the right thing, going for a walk and enjoying peace. ________________________________
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