Fruit

Here’s a photo I took a few days ago.  Three bowls of fruit: grapes, cherries, and strawberries.  Just a simple white background and three glass bowls.  Using a 50 mm lens focused on the strawberries leaving the grapes and cherries slightly out of focus.

Three Bowls of Fruit

 

Old Time Radio

Over the past few months, I have become interested in listening to Old Time Radio shows from as far back as the 1940’s and as recent as the 1970’s.  The shows vary from sci-fi to horror and are excellent examples of how entertainment does not have to include spectacular visual effects to be effective.  Sound effects, music, and good voice characterizations make for very entertaining listening when paired up with well written and interesting stories.

Several of my favorites are based on stories written long ago and include “The Monkey’s Paw”, “There Will Come Soft Rains”, and “Child’s Play”.  The first, “he Monkey’s Paw, is a creepy story that touches on the peril of “three wishes”.  “There Will Come Soft Rains” consists of two stories by Ray Bradbury; the first about an automated home of the future that continues to operate and serve it’s human masters who have long been burned to silhouette by an atomic bomb.  The last story, Child’s Play, is about cloning and the perils of creating a machine that can duplicate anybody.

There are several series of Old Time Radio that I have been listening to including:  Inner Sanctum, Escape!, Suspense, The Horror, X Minus One, and Strange Tales.  Several of these have duplicate episodes of some stories but all area available in the Internet Archive and are downloadable as MP3 files that can be listened to whenever I want.  Various well-known actors have appeared in these stories including Mary Astor, Helen Hayes, Peter Lorre, Paul Lukas, Claude Rains, Frank Sinatra, and Orson Welles.  Some of these Old Time Radio shows have hundreds of episodes so I’ll have enough entertainment for years!

Okay Now, In Unison!

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As I dropped my daughter off in front of her school this morning, I was treated to a laugh out loud.

As I pulled to a stop, each of the several cars in front of me and the cars behind me stopped also due to the red light at the head of our line.  Almost in unison, the rear passenger side doors all opened and kids with mammoth back packs all stepped out of their parent’s car and simultaneously slammed the doors as if choreographed.

Then, as one, they each turned, crossed the boulevard, and started walking up the sidewalk.

After seeing that amusing bit of choreography, my eye briefly settled on the “No Stopping” sign but I immediately rationalized our actions because due to the red light we were all stopped anyway.

The light turned green and after a quick wave to my daughter I was on my way.  Just another car in a long column of parents.

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Shipping Costs Don’t Make Sense

I occasionally sell things on Ebay when I no longer need them or when I run out of space to store them. Recently, I have sold a couple of non-sport trading cards that I had professionally graded.

One card was sold to somebody in Texas, USA, while another was sold to someone in Milton CANADA. I live about 30 minutes drive from Milton and wouldn’t consider driving to Texas. Both cards were shipped via Canada Post and both were identical in terms of dimension and weight.

What drives me crazy is that the cost in CDN dollars to ship to Fort Worth, Texas (USA) is $4.28. While the cost to ship to Milton, where I could drive it myself, was $7.49 CDN.

So it’s cheaper (almost half) to ship something over the border and down to the Southern US than it is to ship something to a local area code? How does that make sense?

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UPDATE:  Oh any by the way, I just shipped an identical package to Stockholm Sweden for $6.51….Still cheaper than Milton!

Enough!!

I don’t think I can take much more of this winter…….I don’t recall such freezing temperatures for so long accompanied by the two feet of snow in our yard and the six feet snow banks flanking the driveway.

What did we do to deserve this?

On To Game 7!

Okay Maple Leafs, I apologize for giving up on you too soon.  When the Bruins went up 3-1 I figured that tee times were up next for you but after watching you play gritty determined hockey for Games 5 and 6, I have to admit that I believe now.  Whatever happens in tonights game, you’ve set the bar much higher for Leafs hockey.

People can say whatever they want about playoff experience, you’ve shown that determination and a never-say-die attitude can stretch a talented and playoff experienced opponent to (and hopefully past!) the breaking point.  We’ve seen some pretty goals this last weekend, can you please arrange for a few more?

Go Leafs!

 

Sporting Toronto in May

The Leafs are in the playoffs for the first time in 9 years:  YAY!

The Leafs are going to lose their first playoff round in 9 years:  Yeah, well, the Leafs made the playoffs for the first time in 9 years!

What is going on with the Blue Jays……Such a promising team on paper but such an enigma on the field.  They show “grit” and “determination” in two consequtive comebacks and then lose the next two…..

Time to put the Stanley Cup champagne back in the cellar and give up my space on the World Series parade route.

 

Ghosts in the Night

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Some time ago, actually it’s more than two decades ago, I was a student at a University in another city.  I remember it vividly since I was on my own – really on my own – for the first time.  It was a time of growing up, learning more about who I really was, and enjoying freedom as an adult but I was still really just a kid.  When I think back now, I have to laugh at some of the things I believed at the time.  But if I knew then what I know now I don’t think University would have been nearly as fun.

But I digress.  It was during the second semester of my first year that my roommate moved out because his co-op job placement was in another city.  I took that opportunity to move into his vacated room because it had a better view and more privacy.  From the first night I slept in that room I had a vaguely uneasy feeling which I just shrugged off and ignored.  The feeling came and went seemingly quite random but one night in particular I will never forget.

I had been reading before I fell asleep and my paperback was somewhere among the sheets when I woke up in the middle of the night, I’m guessing it was around 3:30.  I had the feeling that something was in the room with me.  I was lying on my right side facing the wall with my back to the room so I could not see anything and since it was pitch black in the room I don’t think I could have seen anything anyway.  I could feel every nerve in my body on high alert waiting for something to happen whether that be a voice, a touch, a sound, anything.  I know as I write this that it would have been perfectly sensible for me to be scared silly but I was not.

I was prickly with anticipation of a hand on my back or something like that but I was not afraid, only expecting.  After a time and I really have no idea how long it was, 30 seconds or 5 minutes I couldn’t tell, the feeling subsided and I felt that I was once again alone in the room.  Since I had not really been scared, I quickly fell asleep again but in the morning I woke up with a clear memory of waking up a few hours previous.  The feeling was not one of malevolence or anger, more like curiosity.  I didn’t mention this to my landlord or to any of my friends and over the next year it slipped out of my mind.

The next year when I moved back to the University, I lived in a different house with new roommates but one day when I was walking across the campus I happened to meet up with my roommate from my first year.  After saying hello and chatting for a few minutes, he jokingly asked if we missed him around the house when he left for his work term the previous year.  I laughed and told him that I hadn’t even noticed he was gone except that I got a room upgrade because of it.

His manner immediately changed and in his voice lowered as he asked me “You didn’t move into my old room did you?” I replied “Actually I did, why?”

“Because”, he said “I never mentioned it to you at the time because I figured you’d think I was off my nut but the whole time I was living in that room I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was there with me.”  He went on to say that on occassion he would wake up in the middle of the night convinced that someone was standing there looking at him.

I then told him about my experience when I had woken up with exactly the same feeling.  His last words as we said our good-byes were “If I had known you were thinking of moving into that room, I would have warned you not to”.  I’m not sure if I believe in ghosts but that experience was the closest I’ve come to a paranormal experience a la Ghost Hunters!

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