Yesterday was a fine day with sun and high-teen temps until about 3pm, at which hour the wind picked up and the sun took refuge behind the clouds. Please note, I am just describing the weather, not complaining!
I walked to the med lab to deliver my stool specimen dated to the hour in time of its emergence! Next onto Grand and Toy’s final sale to pick up some items for Juliet, followed by a tea with John.
He had visited his mother and told me she is recovering well in a very agreeable setting in Revelstoke at reasonable cost, until such time that the skiing picks up again in November. So far, so good. As I said to John there is a Dutch saying that applies to his Mom in that she had ‘bad luck come with good luck‘, with which he totally agreed!
After that tea and visit, I hopped on the train to 7th Str to visit Juliet, where I arrived too early. Waiting, I took my repose on a wooden bench in the garden of the historic Norwegian Lutheran church at 8th and 3rd SW and studied the downtown bike lane pamphlet.
Juliet had not written much, but showed me the performance of her granddaughter from about eight years ago. A charming woman now no doubt, with a fine voice. But, Juliet had pushed too many buttons and deregulated the two remotes. Consequently a long telephone dialogue with Shaw Cable ensued, which helped fix the problem.
That made it time for our rice and lentil dinner with salad and wine! Once sufficiently suffonsified, I showed Juliet the items I’d bought her, such as paper clips, a dispenser and staples. We chatted some, send an email to her son and made a plan of action regarding the composition of her ‘story’.
I took the train home all the way to Erlton station, which is about a fifteen minute walk from my place. That makes it quite convenient, avoiding the much longer walk from downtown.
It was near eight pm when I opened the door to my abode and proceeded to markup my daily entry from the morning, post and then print it. I also emailed Jack regarding my writings of this week, as these are dealing with topics we have often discussed.
By the way, last Tuesday evening I finished reading Schama’s ‘The Story of the Jews’ and am now awaiting the follow up volume on the same subject, but covering the period from 1492 - the expulsion from Spain - until the ‘present’.
The Jews discovered the diaspora and now they own it.
From reading this book and knowing history a bit I have come to the following conclusion regarding the Jewish people and exile or as they call it ‘diaspora’. “The Jews discovered the diaspora and now they own it.” It is just the way they live as a people the world over, but connected by the myth of the promised land, which in its reality today is one to be questioned.