It is July the first. Canada Day. It was wet and chilly all day and it just loomed so bleak, I lit a fire in the wood-stove. What climate change?

Today was a no-work day after all. I spent much of it horizontal. Not enough, tho. I may try to add some more to the R&R ledger tomorrow.

The comment (you may have read on a previous blog) in the ‘comment section’ describing me as English is from a friend of mine living in a somewhat cloistered society of Dutch descent. Old Dutch. They refer to all those ‘outside’ their community as the ‘English’. I guess I sounded kinda typical of the English-cum-‘westerner’ in that entry. Thus the comment.

It is hard to believe I sounded normal in that blog but I guess normal is in the eyes and ears of the beholder. Which prompts this thought: if I hung out with ugly people would I be considered more handsome? Am I considered ugly now because my wife is so beautiful? Am I just living in the wrong aesthetics context?

Hard to know, really…………..

I once bumped into a whole Mayan family (5) while moseying the market place in Chichicastenango. I was so much taller than they were that I didn’t see them. The father barely reached my navel. So, in some parts of Guatemala, I am tall.

I’ve been to a lot of places where I was regarded as rich, too.

I wonder where I have to go appear smart?

This weird blog is the result of a day spent not being busy.