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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Bay of Fundy, born-again, British Columbia, Canada, high tides, , nincompoops, Nova Scotia, , , Terrytoons, travel   

    CANADIAN CAPERS 

    I suppose I might’ve waited until July 1 (Canada Day) to publish this post, but winter cold seems more fitting than summer heat for conjuring up Canadian karma. Even in January, having traveled its provinces by car from Nova Scotia to British Columbia in my younger days, I can draw on many warm memories of America’s northern neighbor — not to mention one or two bordering on boorish (experiences at entry points). But that’s ancient history. So, rather than bore you with vacation stories, I’ve decided to bore you with a few neighbor-ly poems:

    JOGGING ON THE BEACH AT JOGGINS

    On the fossil beach at Joggins,*
    One finds fossil bods and noggins
    Washed up from the Bay of Fundy**
    On tides higher than born-agains on Sunday.

    *Joggins, Nova Scotia
    **haunt of the world’s highest tides

    BEEN THERE, DUMB THAT

    Lost on my way to old Kamloops,*
    I came upon two nincompoops.
    When I asked where I was, I knew they were dumb:
    They advised me to return where I just came from.

    *Kamloops, British Columbia

    SNOW CANADA

    Snow may fall, in fall, in places;
    Like autumn leaves, it leaves its traces.
    Come May, there may still traces be;
    But may I say, it leaves….eventually.

    In departing, I was going to leave you with a clip of an old song called CANADIAN CAPERS, but as I was clipping along, I came across this old cartoon of the same name (it’s not aces, but it’s funny in places):

     

     
    • carmen 4:46 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Well, aren’t you full of surprises, mistermuse?? Good cartoon, too!

      Oh, and we’ve got snow – in fact, we all got a ‘storm day’ on Wednesday; school was cancelled and it snowed pretty much all day. Our grandchildren came yesterday, thinking they’d be able to sled in front of the house, but the snow had all blown away!

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      • mistermuse 7:28 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Carmen, knowing you live on the Bay of Fundy, I thought this post might get a “rise” out of you! 🙂

        As you know better than I, Canada’s Maritime Provinces are wonderful to visit. So many beautiful and interesting places to see and experience: Hopewell Rocks, the Alexander Graham Bell Museum, the Anne of Green Gables House — and that’s just scratching the surplus!

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        • carmen 7:33 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink

          Ha, ha mistermuse – “scratching the surplus” I could have used that line on Don! 🙂
          P.S. I can see the Bay of Fundy from every window in my house! And if that’s not enough, there’s a wall painting in my living room. .. sheesh!

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 4:50 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      mistermuse I relished your poems and if they were eatable, then I fancy I would have been more pleasantable. Food for thought? I think it ought to be food for the limbic part of my beleaguered brain. But enough of this dribble I will not quibble but so endorse your poetry as I would a dark horse at the race track. Do we still have these magnificent arenas of overly trainable horses covered with sweat so shiny in the afternoon sun? I would miss the scent of dirt and mulch and horsey deposits all in a mixture along with the nervous energy of those equine and wealthy donners of fancable hats upon the long tresses the young women wear that uncannigly remind me of the mane on the winning mare.
      In other words I loved your poems and you still are my source of inspiration, dear mistermuse.

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      • mistermuse 7:38 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Many thanks, Michaeline — it’s good to hear from you again after a bit of an absence. Hope you have been well, and that the new year has been treating you well so far (or, if not treating you, at least not making you pay through the nose). 🙂

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        • Michaeline Montezinos 4:48 pm on January 16, 2016 Permalink

          Thank you for your good wishes mistermuse. Yes I have been absent due to two accidental falls in July.. One into my kitchen and one into my “vanitory” That word is in my Scrabble dictionary. I finally found one good primary care doctor and about a hundred specialists. I feel like I have been through a maze with so many office visits and two ‘adbombnible’ procedures that I did not enjoy. Of course the doctors want to repeat them again. Like the late Mrs. Nixon, I am “just saying no to drugs.” and more procedures. All of this medical attention has been hitting my pocket book with intense fury. Lucky us since we have secondary insurance and Medicare, of course. Since March of last year I have written two poems but now I am working on the composing of more rhymes. I gave up on writing my life story. I will continue reading your column as I have been doing unknown to you and the gang.. I was just too hurt to write many comments. Have a happy New Year and stay warm; I heard it is beastly cold up there.:-)

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        • mistermuse 6:07 pm on January 16, 2016 Permalink

          Sorry to hear about your accidents., Michaeline. I know what you mean about excessive “procedures” – sometimes they reach a point where you begin to wonder if the only thing they’re accomplishing is making $ for the specialists.

          Yes, old man winter came late this year (first snowfall Jan. 12, the second latest first snowfall on record), but he now seems determined to stick around a while, as do I. You do the same.

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    • Don Frankel 6:41 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      All these things going on in Canada, who knew?

      I see shades of the rascally rabbit in this cartoon and it seems the best laid plans of “mice an men (and mosquitoes) Gang aft agley”,

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      • carmen 6:44 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Why Don, we’ve got all that and more! 😉

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      • mistermuse 9:02 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Don, after taking a second look at that cartoon, I like it even more than the first time. The scene where the old man throws the bird eggs from his beard to the ground where, instead of smashing, they become instant birdies, is especially funny….and the moose reflection-in-the-water scene reminds me of the mirror scene in the Marx Brothers DUCK SOUP, which was filmed two years later.

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    • ladysighs 7:17 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You are going to be sorry you mentioned Canadian Capers. Somewhere deep down in some obscure folder I am sure I have that song. lol
      Be prepared! 😉

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    • Midwestern Plant Girl 9:22 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      OMG! Ice skating mosquitoes. That is scary.

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    • mistermuse 10:05 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Who knew that in winter, mosquitoes not only survive, but thrive? It would serve them right if they got frostbite (or died pleading from reading my rhymes).

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    • arekhill1 10:35 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      A stirring tribute to the true North strong and free, Sr. Muse. Did you feel constrained by copyright law from adding a cartoon of Dudley Do-right and Nell?

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    • mistermuse 11:43 am on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I apologize for not doing right by Dudley, but I’ll keep him in mind if I ever do CANADIAN CAPERS II….which of course depends on the original being a box office smash before I do a sequel. Or maybe I’ll settle for half a million Likes.

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    • hooklineandinkwell 5:57 pm on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      This is brilliantly entertaining! I love your play on words and how you capture the Canadian essence so very well. Great work, eh!

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    • mistermuse 11:26 pm on January 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks. I regret that, although I’ve been as far northeast as Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island, I never made it to your neck of the woods in Newfoundland. From what I’ve read, it’s a land of much natural beauty.

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    • hooklineandinkwell 4:07 am on January 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You are welcome! Many folks travelling the Canadian landscape don’t make it to our dear province but our door is always open. Hopefully you will make it here sometime and you can write all about it’s beauty from experience 🙂

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      • carmen 6:31 am on January 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I’ll vouch for that, ‘hook’ – love Newfoundland’s rugged beauty and the most friendly people of Canada! 🙂

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    • mistermuse 3:49 pm on January 16, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Apparently the above comment didn’t make it here whole, but the gist of it is that you should do as I did and click on ladysighs (above) to view and listen to her excellent post and vocalizing.

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    • RMW 12:42 pm on January 17, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Fun poems, a little chuckle…

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  • mistermuse 12:30 am on November 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , home, , , , travel, , Wm. Hazlitt   

    HOME IS WHERE THE OLD FART IS 

    No doubt you’ve heard this old familiar saying:

    Home is where the heart is. -Pliny the Elder

    As much as I loved to travel (50 U.S. states & 9 foreign countries) in my pre-Elder days, home, even then, was where the heart is; it was always good to return home and get back to work (well, at least, to return home). Although those days are now beyond return, being a senior homebody has its own pleasures….not the least of which is having time to reflect on what the hell the world is all about. Of course, I am far from the first to think along these lines:

    I should like to spend the whole of my life traveling, if I could borrow another life to spend at home. -William Hazlitt

    A man’s home is his castle. -Sir Edward Coke

    A girl phoned me the other day and said, “Come on over, there’s nobody home.” I went over. Nobody was home. -Rodney Dangerfield 

    Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport. -Henny Youngman

    A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes. -Charles Spurgeon (perhaps referring to political attack ads)

    The cool thing about being famous is traveling. I have always wanted to travel across seas, like to Canada and stuff. -Britney Spears

    Never go on trips with anyone you do not love. -Ernest Hemingway

    Home is heaven for beginners. -Charles Henry Parkhurst

    There’s no place like home plate. -mistermuse, batting for Yogi Berra

    There’s no place like home. -Judy Garland:

     
    • arekhill1 1:06 am on November 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Was that Pliny the Elder? I thought it was Dale Evans.

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      • mistermuse 7:36 am on November 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Lucky for me, it was Pliny the Elder, because “in my pre-Evans days” (post’s next sentence) wouldn’t have made much sentence – er, sense.

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    • ladysighs 6:18 am on November 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      ” Of course, I am far from the first to think along these lines”
      They are good lines no matter who thought of them. 🙂
      And worth repeating. Thank you!

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    • Don Frankel 1:56 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I was just reminiscing with my Cousin about the Wizard of Oz, one of the all time great movies.

      Just remember when you are at home plate, “You can’t think and hit at the same time.” And if you get a 3 and 0 count. “Some guys don’t like to swing on a 3 and 0 pitch, because they swing.” Both Yogisms.

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    • Don Frankel 1:56 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Oh yeah and this Sir Edmund Coke here, is he one of those Coke brothers we hear about?

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    • mistermuse 6:15 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I learned after Googling Sir Edmund Coke that his last name is pronounced “Cook,” as in too many Cooks spoil the stupid. Speaking of spoiled and stupid, what are we to make of that Britney Spears quote? OK, I’ll be nice – she just isn’t well edumacated.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 7:17 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I love to buy hats of all kinds. I also like to travel. So to me, “Where I hang my hat is home.”

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    • mistermuse 8:34 pm on November 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Then you should love this, Michaeline:
      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe0x_QHUwdA

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 6:30 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you, mistermuse, for having Barbra sing to me that song. I also listened to the one she sang from “Color me Barbra.” I liked both of them. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 8:37 pm on November 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      You’re welcome, Michaeline. For the record, “Anyplace I Hang My Hat Is Home” was composed by Harold Arlen, with lyrics by Johnny Mercer.

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