2025-07-01 07:28 pm

Libraries and reading are good for you!

Warning: Libraries and reading may have beneficial effects on your health. This according to a Japanese study:

https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20250624/p2a/00m/0li/017000c

Interestingly enough, libraries can benefit even non-readers, which I guess makes sense too, given the services and community spaces many libraries have on offer, apart from their collections.

According to this study, the benefits are particularly apparent when it comes to seniors:

https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S2352827325000163

In any case, if I ever reach the stage when I need to be in a nursing home, I'll go willingly ... provided the home has a well-stocked and well-staffed on-site library!
2025-07-01 03:26 pm
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Please pass the praise

So this morning I got an e-mail with the following message:

Thank you for using Shoppers Drug Mart Online Prescription Management services. We would appreciate your feedback on your recent Pharmacy experience so that we can improve our service. Tell us how we did today using the link to our survey below.

I didn't click the link. The story behind it is: I ordered more meds when I needed them. Then yesterday I was notified by e-mail that they were ready for pickup. I picked them up, paid my $4.10 in cash (the standard prescription fee of $4.11 for seniors in Ontario, with a one-cent discount for paying cash, as we don't use pennies any more). I got home, opened the bag and they were exactly what I'd ordered.

So yes, I'd give them a satisfactory rating, for doing exactly what they were supposed to do.

Honestly, though, have we reached the point where we have to pile on the praise just because somebody (or a group of somebodies) acted in accordance with their job description?

There have of course been people in my life who have gone way above the call of duty. Usually they're the very people who are just trying to make a modest and ethical living and who are the least likely to send me annoying e-mails urging me to "Tell us how we did today!"(Ironically I've even gotten the "Tell us how we did today" e-mails when in fact I haven't yet received the goods or services I've ordered from them)

The people I consider worthy of kudos are typically those offering in-person services, either something I've asked for or the neighbour, or even casual bystander, who sees I'm in some sort of difficulty and steps in to ask if they can help.

Also in my e-mail this morning, sent last night at 10:46 PM, was the following message:

The BumblePuppy Press
Good things are heading your way!

But in fact, the good thing supposedly headed my way - in this case an eagerly-awaited copy of Blight, by Rachel A. Rosen - had actually already been brought to my door yesterday afternoon by a friendly young man with a small child in tow.

Then there was the Shaw guy who devoted a good portion of his Sunday afternoon to moving the satellite dish on our roof, out of the way of some overhanging branches of a tree from next door which had prevented us from getting proper satellite TV reception.

Those are just two recent examples.

So yes, there are some good people out there. But please, mega-conglomerates, quit cluttering up my electronic mailbox with your constant nagging at me to evaluate your performance on the slightest little task that was expected of you in the first place!!!
2025-06-23 03:03 pm

Association of Canadian Archivists 50th Anniversary Conference

Two weeks ago, I attended the conference of the Association of Canadian Archivists, which this year was held at Carleton University. It was intense, stimulating, worthwhile and exhausting. As it was the 50th anniversary of the founding of the Association of Canadian Archivists (hereafter ACA), this was something of a special landmark event. Without going into excruciating detail, I'll comment on what were a few highlights for me.

First, the plenary sessions.

The opening session was a panel of founders and veterans of the ACA, talking about how things were, how they evolved, and what the future of the profession might hold. Something of an eye-opener, really.

Some of the panellists felt that archival studies were not really a respected field of endeavour 50 years ago when the Association was born, that archivists were just regarded as a "weird sort of librarian" as one of them put it. I discussed in a recent post how librarians' work has historically been undervalued. Moreover, in 1978, when I was a newbie government librarian, our LS group (predominantly female) brought a case to the Human Rights Commission contending that our work was of equal value to that of the HR (Historical Research) group (predominantly male), most of whom were archivists employed by the Public Archives (later National Archives) of Canada and were paid considerably more.

We won. Eventually.

Upon reflection, I could understand where they were coming from. When I was at Western earning my librarian credentials, courses like "Archival Theory and Practice" and "Conservation and Preservation" were optional courses that one could take towards an MLS (Masters of Library Science), which nowadays is more likely to be an MLIS, or Masters in Library and Information Studies. It didn't occur to me at the time that there was no parallel educational stream for those who wanted to focus on the archival side of things, with a view to possibly holding a position within a gallery, archives or museum, for example. It probably ought to have occurred to me, as my first permanent job out of library school was in the library of the National Film Archives - so I actually had a foot in both camps! At that time, the National Library and the Public Archives were still two separate entities, each with its own leader, and I was an LS-1 employed in the Public Archives.

So fast forward to the Thursday morning plenary with noted Canadian author Mark Bourrie, who wrote his doctoral dissertation on press censorship. The title of his presentation was "Tales of access, obfuscation, censorship and secrets in the archives." It was definitely interesting - he's generally an engaging speaker - although I didn't feel it quite lived up to the promise of its title.

A comment he made almost in passing was that he didn't feel we were well-served when the National Librarian and the National Archivist positions were consolidated into one single position, as their mandates are quite distinct from each other.

He's absolutely right, of course. But for a history buff, he seemed remarkably uninformed about how this came to pass. During the Q&A, I challenged him, probably more gently than he deserved, and mentioned the English Report on the Role of the National Archives of Canada and the National Library of Canada. You can read it here:

https://www.capalibrarians.org/wp/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/englishreport1999.pdf

In 1998, John English was asked by then-Heritage Minister Sheila Copps to consult with the relevant communities in both organizations on what we felt our functions and overall role should be. We were asked some detailed questions, our views were solicited and John English listened and made some thoughtful recommendations. Unfortunately, those at the political level didn't listen quite so intently or if they did, they decided we didn't really know what we were talking about and didn't understand their pressures and priorities. Or something.

Amongst the various views we had, we were practically unanimous in our feeling that there should continue to be a National Librarian of Canada (who should be a qualified librarian) and a separate National Archivist of Canada (who should be a qualified archivist). That's not rocket science. It's library science! And archival science!

I'd been really looking forward to the Wednesday opening plenary, which was advertised as follows:

What if we radically imagined a future where archives were for change? There is a growing energy among archivists who want to promote accountability and social justice. However, archival institutions are resistant to change - as they are designed to uphold institutional power.

We were promised a panel that would bring archivists and scholars together in a discussion to imagine and "critically hope for a future where we can truly support the people."

I arrived bright and early Wednesday morning, only to find the panel had been cancelled. I wonder why?

The closing session late on Thursday afternoon was to be a conversation between the Librarian and Archivist of Canada and the former US National Archivist Colleen Shogan, the one who was unceremoniously fired earlier this year. I understand that went ahead. I was too exhausted to stay for it, but I look forward to listening to it later.
2025-06-20 08:20 pm

2-4-6-8 How do we communicate?

When my paternal grandmother died, I was around nine and we got the news via telegram. About a decade later, my other grandmother died and the news came via telephone, which in those days was a stationary, wired device located in a specific, usually common area of the home such as a hallway.

Back then, those two methods of communication were the most effective ways of conveying important news quickly, if not quite instantaneously, although only the telephone call was interactive. And if the deaths or other important events occurred in another country and another time zone, that could be a consideration as well. Getting a phone call at an unusual time of day or night was generally a clear indication that it must be important. Spam calls and scammers were not so prevalent in those days and overseas calls were expensive, not to be undertaken lightly.

My brother would have turned 79 today, but he died in the summer of 2004, also overseas. I learned the news via a local telephone call from one of our sisters, but she was informed at home in person, after being tracked down through Interpol. The three of us then flew overseas to plan his funeral and piece together what we could of the rest of the story. That story is still incomplete to this day.

Not all important news is bad news, of course. I learned of the birth of my first grandchild via a late-night phone call, and of the birth of my third one via a fairly early morning one, having hosted young grandchildren nos. 1 and 2 the previous day and night. News of the birth of my first nephew, 2 or 3 decades earlier, was also conveyed via a late-night phone call.

I don't remember exactly when we got an answering machine, let alone useful features like call-display (which nowadays is unreliable anyway as numbers are often spoofed), although I do recall getting cell phones in the early-to-mid 1990s. I definitely have a love-hate relationship with them, and the one I use now is still a very basic model.

I do like e-mail, though, because it's easy to properly think through a message, save it and come back and revisit or edit it, and add any necessary attachments before sending it. When our daughter went away to university, it was a good way to communicate because we could keep in touch with her without being overly intrusive or making her feel we were breathing down her neck or cramping her style. The message would reach her, she'd answer whenever she was free. Phone calls were still better for really important news, of course, but by that time we had answering machines and could at least say "Please call back as soon as you can!"

I dislike texting and social media. I have a LinkedIn account that I use every once in a while, and occasionally encounter people I haven't seen or heard from in years. I sometimes wonder what happened to all the penpals I exchanged letters with when I was in my pre-teens and throughout my teens. Nowadays, many folks say the postal service is irrelevant. I say "Keep those cards and letters coming!"

Then there's blogging. I do like to blog when there's something on my mind. But that's another blogpost for another day!
2025-06-08 03:53 pm

Genealogy and Lexicology, or, Always use reversible blankets!

These days, I don't have the patience or fortitude to do extensive genealogical research. On the other hand, I am endlessly fascinated by some of the terminology I see used in family histories. Things like:

Joe Blow was a child of natural birth

Jill Hill was born on the wrong side of the blanket

As modern-day readers, we probably understand what is meant and muse to ourselves: how quaint! We may reflect on how closed-minded earlier generations were. Then we congratulate ourselves on our wokeness at having mastered Equity Diversity & Inclusion 101.

It's true that the euphemisms we use to spare others - whether from hurt feelings, shame, embarrassment or more serious consequences like overt discrimination or ostracization - are very much governed by the era and cultural milieu in which we live. But what we may not always see is that we can get just as outraged and offended today about language usage with no malicious intent - it's just that today we are offended by different words and terms.

Take, for example, the word "queer", which some gays and lesbians embrace while others reject as an insult or slur. Or inadvertent misgendering or deadnaming. Even asking for a person's pronouns is a bit of a sticky wicket, in my opinion. I mean, if a person volunteers or chooses to provide them, that's fine. Personally, I'd prefer not to be asked in the first place. If someone addressed me as "Sir" or Mr. Blogcutter, I'd be a little surprised but I don't think I'd be either offended or flattered. Depending on the particular situation, I might or might not correct them.

But even when folks use the most up-to-date, woke-certified language, there is terminology I find misleading or depersonalizing at best, and mildly-to-moderately insulting at worst.

"Assigned Male at Birth" or"Assigned Female at Birth" implies, to me at least, that the doctor or midwife just flips a coin or uses a random X&Y generator to decide if the just-delivered babe is a boy or a girl, whereas in a majority of cases, there is actually no medical or otherwise specialized expertise needed to determine the baby's biological sex. Yes, mistakes can be made and ambiguities occasionally occur. And certainly there is no way (that I know of) of getting inside the infant's mind to determine their gender identity, any more than we can know if they will ultimately approve of the names that we as parents assign to them.

Then there's the whole range of words we use to describe a person's state of mental health or illness, some colloquial, some technical. The term "manic-depressive" has given way to the term "bi-polar" which I find far less descriptive or evocative - or at least, it's evocative of something other than what's intended. I picture some white conjoined bears living up in the Arctic. Or perhaps a new species of penguin or puffin which is native to both the Arctic and Antarctic?

Another pair of terms I hear a lot these days is "neurodiverse" vs. "neurotypical" (my Autocorrect feature recognizes these words so they must be right, right?) I guess to most of the medical experts, I'm probably "neurotypical". But is ANYBODY truly neurotypical? Is there such an animal? And isn't it human nature to want to be recognized for whatever our particular talents or personal qualities and assets may be?

I'm sure you can think of other examples. Wouldn't it be interesting to know what people of the 22nd or 23rd century will make of the language we use today?
2025-06-04 03:52 pm
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The watch that ended the nightmare ... and began a few more

Yes, this is a story about an actual watch. And yes, I know that nowadays it's only old fogeys like me who actually wear a wristwatch (as opposed to pulling out their smartphone) to make sure they're on time for stuff.

Anyway, this relates to the watch I received as a long-service award for 30 years in the federal public service. That was around the time my position was eliminated and they gave me some busy-work for a couple more years until I retired for good.

It's a Birks watch that runs on a battery. Back in 2007, I would go into a Birks store whenever the battery went dead, and the Birks Folks would give me the royal treatment. They'd offer me some bottled water and invite me to browse all the merchandise I probably wouldn't have been able to afford until I got my 40- or 50-years-of-service award, then spirit my watch down to their workshop to change the battery, reset the time and date and buff it up so it looked all shiny and new, emerging 5 or 10 minutes later to return my watch. No charge.

Around 10 years ago, that ended. There was still no charge to change the battery but instead of changing it on the spot, they had to send the watch to some central location (possibly in Montreal?) and contact me a few weeks later when it was ready for pickup.

Determined to continue taking advantage of this perpetual battery deal, I went with the flow. However, this demanded that I get myself a back-up watch to wear during those weeks that my Birks Watch was incommunicado. But wouldn't it be awful if Backup Watch was dependent on a battery too, and Birks Watch Battery and Backup Watch Battery failed at the same time?

Undaunted, I went to The Bay (maybe you've heard of them?) and bought myself a solar- and light-powered watch that needed no battery and no winding. At that time, they actually had on-site jewellers at The Bay who ensured the watch was working properly and removed several links in the bracelet for me, as I have a rather small wrist.

So when Birks Watch's battery failed recently, I put on Backup Watch. That was fine at first, except that the little pin attaching the watch-face to the bracelet fell out and got lost. Luckily I noticed when this happened, so I still had the watch. I put it into my pocket temporarily - which is not ideal for a watch that's powered by light - but fortunately it's still getting adequately fed and is keeping good time for me.

As another little wrinkle, I dug out a really old wind-up watch from a drawer. It still runs, but it doesn't keep good time - it runs unacceptably slow.

Anyway, today I took Birks Watch to Birks in the Rideau Centre. The salesperson politely informed me that their policies had recently changed again, and there was now a $25 charge to replace the battery. I was annoyed but knew it was not her fault. And to be fair, that now-dead battery had lasted well over two years, so if they were going to replace it with one as good as its predecessor, that didn't seem like such a bad deal.

Next step: Ms. Saleswoman asked me to produce a receipt or proof of purchase to show I had in fact bought the watch from them. I told her I had never even had one, as it was gifted to me as a long-service award. Though honestly, I'm pretty sure the watch has Birks written right on the watch face, so that should have been at least a good clue.

That was OK, she said, but did I know roughly the age and value of the watch? Well, I knew the age fairly accurately. I had no idea how much the Government of Canada had paid for it, but I seemed to recall that the last time I needed the battery changed, they had assigned it a value of $200.

So we filled out the requisite form together, I signed on the dotted screen with my fingernail, and she said she was e-mailing me a copy. Could I just check now that it was in my e-mail, in case there were technical problems?

Well, no. I do have a cell phone of sorts, but I don't do e-mail on it. She wrote her name down on a little card and told me to phone her if I didn't receive a copy, so that she could then re-send it. I didn't have to pay the $25 up front.

I got home, and fortunately the e-mail message and copy of the form were there.

What a rigamarole! I still haven't decided what I'll do next time the battery dies.
2025-05-16 04:04 pm

From the lady who stamps your books to Public Enemy #1

We librarians have always had a bit of an image problem. Back in the days when I was starting out - think mid-1970s - it was mainly a case of being taken for granted or not being taken seriously. It was assumed that our work was essentially unskilled in nature - weren't we just a bunch of women marking time until a man swept us off our feet and promised to look after us, kind of like Donna Reed and Jimmy Stewart a few decades earlier in It's A Wonderful Life?

Even in the 1970s, many of my contemporaries were quite incredulous on learning that I actually aspired to a career in librarianship, even though they were aware that it entailed earning a Master's-level degree in addition to the honours BA degree I had already attained. Added to a slightly modified attitude of "What's a smart girl like you doing in a place like this?" was the '70s-wave middle-class feminism mindset of "Why can't a woman be more like a man?" How can she expect to earn more than 66 cents for every dollar a man makes unless she's willing to do "manly" things like... well, just about anything except being a nurse or a primary school teacher or a nun or a librarian - and go to battle, move where the boss tells her to and put aside any thoughts of Kinder, Küche or Kirche? Never mind that jobs in the traditionally womanly fields are every bit as essential to our lives, and arguably more so, as the others.

So what has changed since then?

In the U.S., librarians and bookish people in high places are still misunderstood, but this time they're viewed as a threat - promoting their woke values, giving people ideas beyond their station, distributing pornographic and subversive literature, maybe even changing the whole social paradigm and making folks question the status quo!

Over the past few weeks, Trump has fired the National Librarian, the National Archivist and the Director of the Copyright office, all of whom are highly accomplished, experienced, educated women, replacing them with sycophants of his own choosing.

A few links here:

https://thehill.com/homenews/administration/5295005-trump-fires-head-of-copyright-office-after-firing-librarian-of-congress/

https://apnews.com/article/trump-national-archives-firings-layoffs-historical-recordkeeping-559027fdd2f634263bea7774a78d66fe

https://apnews.com/article/trump-library-congress-todd-blanche-carla-hayden-cc2154fa8644a5c29d196e505e4faa51

Not that we can rest on our laurels here in Canada. Most federal government departmental libraries were gutted some time ago, along with the Canadian Book Exchange Centre. At least we do still have Library and Archives Canada, although career opportunities may be few and far between.

One story that's still very much in the news here is the liquidation of Hudson's Bay Company. A disaster for long-time workers and pensioners, not to mention historical indigenous artefacts that may be forever lost to foreign private collectors. In this regard, the Association of Canadian Archivists recently issued a Letter of Concern, which you can view on their site here:

https://archivists.ca

So back to the image of the librarian ... I do see our profile being raised, both through recent historical fiction about underground libraries in WWII, factual historical works like Book & Dagger by Elyse Graham, and works of both fiction and non-fiction set in the present day, like John Irving's In One Person:

https://john-irving.com/in-one-person-by-john-irving/
2025-04-28 03:29 pm

Picking our next pied piper

"Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"

It's Election Day in Canada! We get to choose the politicians who will represent us in Parliament and form our next Government. Will they come up with suitable remedies for what ails our country and our people, or will they have to be sent packing, maybe even before four years are up?

We're also at the tail end of National Poetry Month, which is why I thought it apt to cite the above lines from the Robert Browning poem, The Pied Piper of Hamelin.

While the poem dates back to the 19th century, the legend is much older. In a nutshell, the town of Hamelin, plagued by rats, hires the piper to play his pipes and lure the rats out of town to meet their doom. The town doesn't pay the piper so the piper strikes up a new tune and lures the town's children away to THEIR doom. Kinda like the Sixties Scoop, you know? In fact, back in the day when I memorized the poem for school, the sixties scoop was ongoing, but I didn't know it then. Instead, in history class we were fed a highly expurgated version of the evolution of Canada, through romanticized books like Fair Domain and One Dominion (yes, those are the actual textbook titles).

Here's Wikipedia's entry on the pied piper legend:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pied_Piper_of_Hamelin

And here, from Gutenberg.org, is the Robert Browning poem with illustrations by Kate Greenaway:

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/18343/18343-h/18343-h.htm

So anyway, my partner and I voted today. I hope you vote too, if you're eligible.

It was actually quite quick and straightforward. We set out for the polls just after 10:30 AM and were out of there by 10:45. On the way back home, the mail truck was parked by our community mailbox and we were able to pick up the mail, such as it was.

Back home, we had lunch and for dessert, we went out and treated ourselves to our first ice cream cone of the season (Muskoka Mocha for me, Key Lime Pie for my Companion). I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.

I may scream even louder once the election results come in. I just hope it won't be a scream of pure agony!
2025-03-23 09:36 am

Culture therapy

The concept of "social prescribing" seems to be having a bit of a moment these days. You know, the idea of treating depression, anxiety and other mental health and mood-related problems by recommending an art gallery visit, a play, a film, a book, a walk in the woods or a contemplation of the heavens. And while I've never visited a licensed art therapist, music therapist or whatever other kinds of therapists are out there, I do tend to select experiences like the above as an integral part of my self-care.

For me, the month of March has been particularly rich in these experiences, what with a film, an art gallery visit, concerts, bookstore and library visits, book club meetings, a lunar eclipse and a play.

That play was Lauren Gunderson's Silent Sky, performed at the Gladstone Theatre by the Three Sisters Theatre Company,and described on the programme as "the almost-true story of the women who changed our view of the cosmos".

The main character is Henrietta Leavitt, an astronomer in the "girls' department" at Harvard Observatory in the early twentieth century. While originally hired as a human "computer" relegated to mapping and labelling stars and barred by reason of gender from accessing the telescope or doing serious astronomical research, she persists in pushing the limits and ultimately develops a system for measuring the stars and proving that there is more out there beyond the Milky Way. Indeed, she was up for a Nobel Prize but died before it could be awarded to her. That much we know.

But "almost true" is not the same as historical fact, and there was a certain amount of creative and dramatic licence at work too. Most of this was done through the supporting characters - the love interest, Peter Shaw; and Henrietta's sister, Margaret. It doesn't in any way minimize Henrietta's achievements, nor did it interfere with my enjoyment of the play, which I thought was really excellent. But it did pique my interest in learning a bit more about the real story. And here's one of the articles I found:

https://thehill.com/changing-america/enrichment/arts-culture/480762-she-discovered-how-to-measure-the-universe-then-her/

I loved the use of music in the play, and the highlighting of the music of real-life female composers of the 19th and 20th centuries, lost to or neglected by history: Au Crépuscule, by Mel Bonis (1858-1937; from what I read about her, she deserves a play in her own right!); Valse Tender, by Cécile Chaminade (1857-1944); and Thriller Rag, by May Aufderheide (1888-1972). I plan to seek out other music written by these three composers.

In any case, Silent Sky will be playing at the Gladstone Theatre in Ottawa until March 29. If it sounds like your thing and you live in or will be in the area, there's still time to see it!
2025-03-12 11:25 am

Rites and Wrongs of Spring: A Brief History

School-aged kids in Ontario get their spring break this week, while those in Quebec had theirs last week. Across Canada, with a few exceptions, we had to move our clocks forward an hour this past Saturday-into-Sunday in the semi-annual ritual of time-shifting.

It wasn't always quite like this, even in my lifetime.

Early in my school career, our spring break began on Good Friday, regardless of when it fell in that particular year. It might be any time between mid-March and late April. That, of course, made it challenging to plan the school schedule and curriculum, as the second term could be shorter or longer depending on the vagaries of the Easter holidays. It also probably mucked up some family travel plans - or maybe it made them easier, since kids across Canada were typically all on holiday at the same time. And it made for a long holidayless stretch between Christmas and Easter. But it did mean that by the time Easter rolled around, the weather might actually be nice enough for us to get outside on our bikes or roller-skates, in an era before helicopter parenting was quite so prevalent.

Looking at the changing of the clocks, we used to spring forward on the last weekend in April and fall back on the last weekend of October - Halloween was always post-fallback - making for equal portions of the year on Daylight and Standard time. At some point we decided we wanted more daylight at the end of the day, and started springing forward on the FIRST weekend in April. Later still - I was in university by this time and I think it was the oil-price shocks and threats and threats of "freezing in the dark" that provided the impetus - we decided we had to harmonize with the Americans and spring forward even earlier, the second weekend in March. So now we only have about four months of the year on "standard" time and the other eight months on daylight "saving" time. If we're going to eventually dispense with this ludicrous seasonal timeshiftimg that wreaks havoc on our health, safety and circadian rhythms (and I hope we do), it would make more sense to adopt Standard time as our year-round standard. It would also have helped my six-year-old self who could never fathom why the sundial at the Experimental Farm always seemed to be an hour slow!

I think the practice of school breaks always being in March began some time while I was in the intermediate grades, by which time I was more independent and no longer as concerned about being able to go out and play in my immediate neighbourhood. Even so, the break (in Ontario, at least) was typically scheduled for later in March than it is now. I remember one year when Easter was in late March and the Easter weekend fell at the end of our March break.

At the Log Farm in Ottawa, which re-creates 1860s life for kids and adults of the late 20th to early 21st century, I remember going to a demonstration of sugaring off in which one of the guides said something like "That's what your March break was for!" Of course, he was just helping to make history come alive for all the wide-eyed kids in our group, but I wonder if he was aware that for most of the years of my childhood, sugaring off was pretty much over and done with by the time our spring break rolled around. Still, he had a point. I've been told that the reason kids even now get two full months of summer holidays is that in the olden days, they would have been kept at home as they would have been needed to help with the harvest.

We need to adapt to the times, of course, but the changes we make aren't always the most sensible ones.
2025-03-08 07:52 pm

Citizen Pain

It's no secret that in an online age and an online society, it's becoming increasingly difficult to access local news, editorial opinion by real people, considered opinions and analysis by local columnists who are also real people, and so on.

I'm also rather old-fashioned in that I like to get a real newspaper, on real paper, that I can peruse at my leisure while I drink my morning coffee.

In theory, the Ottawa Citizen is supposed to deliver such a paper to us 5 days a week, Tuesdays through Saturdays.

Mind you, the newspaper is only a pale shadow of what it used to be. There are no more movie listings, no TV Guide, no want ads to speak of. Only two skinny sections Tuesday through Friday and four sections on Saturdays. No glossy supplements on the weekend either.

Now, however, we're lucky if they even deliver when they're supposed to. Today was one such no-paper day.

Even last year, if we got missed for any reason, we could make a single phone call and even if we didn't get hold of a real person, it was possible to key in a few details and get the message back "Your complaint has been registered and a paper will be delivered you as soon as possible." And it worked! We usually had a delivery person at the door within an hour.

But now, the recorded message is "Your complaint has been registered and your subscription will be extended." Ummm, I don't WANT a credit, I want the @#$%^ newspaper!!

The other message we keep getting is that we can still access the e-paper. But even that doesn't seem to work any more!!

Their slogan, displayed prominently on their editorial page, is "Fair Play and Daylight."

But if the delivery person does actually show up as scheduled on Tuesday morning, it certainly won't be daylight, since this is the weekend we "Spring ahead", making for some depressingly dark mornings for the foreseeable future!
2025-02-28 03:43 pm

Young Folkies and Old Fogeys

Although I'm not quite as old as Joni Mitchell or Neil Young, my contemporary music of choice has long been of the genre(s) that emerged from the 60s coffee house scene.

Last Friday, dianora and I had the pleasure of attending a cosy house concert featuring Natasha Liard, Erika Lashbrook and Libby and Cal. And five cats, although all but one had been spirited away to a back room to avert attempts to escape.

Natasha was a gracious host who said she organized intimate concerts like this one because her music was quiet and folky and didn't always find a suitable home in an often-rowdy bar environment.

Libby and Cal wrote something similar in the most recent edition of their newsletter:

​​​​​Bars Are Not the Only Venues
Our last few shows have been in alternative venues, or should I say, not bars. It's hard to make money, whether you're a musician or a venue owner, but I feel very lucky to have had a variety of performance experiences. Last month we played in a church basement and a living room. As one attendee remarked, "I found it had a strong old coffee house vibe."

And Erika Lashbrook, a self-described "queer, undisciplined multidisciplinary artist and musician" exuded a kind of raw vulnerability characteristic of many of the musicians I like. I particularly enjoyed her song "Sit back down", even though it was quite critical of folks of my generation, who unfortunately are wont to assume that young people today just don't know what they're talking about!

I had never heard Natasha or Erika before, but I'd absolutely go to see them again.

Then yesterday, after picking up my new glasses (appropriate for my post-cataract operation eyes), I decided to drop into the nearby Compact Music shop. Of course, I should have realized that it would not be a brief, drop-in kind of visit. I got caught up in the Folk section of the second-hand vinyl section. It took a fair bit of discipline to whittle down my selections to the following records, which ranged in price from $5.99 to $16.99:

The Famous Melodies of Stephen Foster
Colleen Peterson
Rehearsals for Retirement - Phil Ochs
Lillebjörn & Steinar, recorded live at the Nordland Fest, Sioux Falls
Mary Black - Collected
Civil Service Songwriter - Nancy White
American Stonehenge - Robin Williamson & his Merry Band

To round things off, I glanced at the CDs by local musicians at the front of the store. I chose one CD by a local singer/songwriter, Craig Cormier. I hadn't heard of him but I loved the cover, which was a black-and-white photo of someone stroking a cat, in front of some grocery store shelves. The album was entitled Bodega Cats and was recorded at Ottawa's Lycanthrope Studios in April of 2020. At the height of the COVID lockdowns. Plus, I think it's important to support independent local artists. I haven't actually listened to the CD yet but I'm looking forward to it.

Tomorrow I'll enjoy the music of another era with the Ottawa Bach Choir.
2025-02-23 11:00 am

Welcome to Freedom to Read Week!

Today is the first day of Freedom to Read Week. I'll begin with a link to the Ex Libris Association site, with links to other Canadian, American and international resources on the topic:

https://exlibris.ca/activities:advocacy

Intellectual freedom is under attack as never before, with book banning, misinformation, disinformation and fake news the order of the day.

As well, tomorrow , February 24, has been declared a Digital Day of Action:

https://www.freedomtoread.ca

Readers in Ontario will also be aware that Thursday of the upcoming week is election day. The late brother of our current premier once declared, erroneously as it happens, that there were more libraries per square kilometre than there were Tim Hortons coffee shops. A former Ontario premier also famously announced that the most recent book he had read was Mr. Silly. To which I say well, at least he believed in reading to the kids in his life (unless of course he was reading it to refine his own reading skills).

A book I'm currently reading, and which I can recommend, is The Compassionate Imagination: How the Arts are Central to a Functioning Democracy, by Max Wyman (Tkaronto: Cormorant Books, c2023). I've just about finished it but when I do, I'll be working my way through the 12-page bibliography at the end!

Anyway folks, whatever your literary poison of choice, I hope you read something this week because as somebody once said (this is a paraphrase), the person who does not read is no better off than the one who cannot read.

Happy Reading!
2025-02-14 02:38 pm

All's Fair in Love and Warcraft?

Since today is Valentine's Day, I thought it would be interesting to take a look at 60 years of computer-aided dating and mating and matching and possibly dispatching.

Sixty years ago, computer dating was a cool new idea. If you wanted to meet someone and there weren't enough in-person opportunities, you'd probably look in the Personals ads of your local newspaper. OK, I'm showing my cultural bias here, because I know there are still vast areas of the world where arranged marriages are the norm, and where go-betweens may or may not give due consideration to interpersonal choices and preferences and overall compatibility. But I digress.

On the BBC site, I found an interesting article about a couple of early computer people-matching programs:

https://www.bbc.com/culture/article/20250206-the-rocky-1960s-origins-of-online-dating?at_campaign_type=owned&at_medium=emails&at_objective=awareness&at_ptr_type=email&at_ptr_name=salesforce&at_campaign=essentiallist&at_email_send_date=20250214&at_send_id=4287976&at_link_title=https%3a%2f%2fwww.bbc.com%2fculture%2farticle%2f20250206-the-rocky-1960s-origins-of-online-dating&at_bbc_team=crm

The TACT (Technical Automated Compatibility Testing) program involved asking the participants a number of decidedly tactless questions that in many cases were irrelevant in pinpointing the criteria they considered essential or desirable!

Are things any better now? Certainly a lot of people are meeting online these days. I suspect it's technically possible to match up compatible people with a greater degree of precision, assuming they're open and honest about who they are and what their expectations and motives are. Here's another BBC article which discusses a more modern scenario:

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cg7zxgxdggjo

I've never used any dating apps myself so all this is pure speculation on my part. Anyway, I think the risks nowadays are much higher, or at least much greater precautions and technosavvitude are called for!

Back then, if you consistently got dud-matches, you'd probably just stop using the service and maybe fight to get your money back. Privacy and confidentiality were easier to preserve in those days but the online environment has brought things to a whole new level of scariness.

I met my long-time partner back in the 1970s. It wasn't via computer, although computers did play a role. We were both employed keypunching information into those 80-column computer cards that were used in a mainframe environment.
2025-02-03 03:03 pm

OLA Superconference 2025

I just got back from an enjoyable but exhausting trip to Toronto to attend the Ontario Library Association (OLA) annual conference.

It's a great conference with lots of choice of sessions to attend, beginning at 8:15 AM and lasting into the evening. But for some reason, they always have to hold it in late January or early February, which is just about my least favourite time of year for travelling. And this year, the keynote sessions were all held in the late afternoon or early evening, when I'm generally not feeling up for anything too strenuous. That's part of the reason I hesitated about going.

Another big reason was my month-old arm injury, which I wrote about in some recent blog posts. Clearly backpacking it wasn't a good idea. But a wheeled carry-on suitcase and a not-too-heavy crossbody bag was just about doable. And my home base would be the Royal York Hotel, in the same complex as the railway station and just a short walk from the convention centre. If I needed to take the subway, I'd avoid rush hour and I can use my Presto transit card in Toronto just as I do in Ottawa. As far as conference sessions went, I reminded myself that I was under absolutely no obligation to cram a session into every available time slot, especially since as a retiree, I faced no pressure to report back to an employer and colleagues or demonstrate what a wonderful asset I could be to my organization.

So ... I attended the opening keynote on Wednesday evening, but skipped the Welcome Reception afterwards. I didn't go to either the Thursday or Friday keynote - while somewhat tempting, I don't much like crowded venues. I ended up going to 3 sessions on Thursday and another 3 on Friday, which stil left enough time to rest or do other stuff. I think my favourite session had to be the conversation between Alicia Elliott, author of the award-winning book And Then She Fell, and Danielle Big Canoe Snake, librarian at the Rama First Nation Public Library. The book is described as "a jarring novel about indigenous reality, mental health and motherhood" and I'm very much looking forward to reading it. I'm expecting a good helping of humour along with pathos - she said she was not into writing "trauma porn" - but I'll have to experience it for myself before saying more!

Anyway, I also attended interesting sessions on intellectual freedom, copyright, the international scene, Connecting Rural Libraries and 2SLGBTQQIA+ Communities, and "All Brains Are Welcome! A strategy to raise awareness and foster belonging for our neurodiverse community".

I took a brief tour of the Superexpo (trade show, posters and other relevant exhibits) where I picked up a little bit of swag - bookmarks, pens and little notepads that would be easy to take back home. I also got to cuddle a robocat:

https://shop.elephantrobotics.com/en-ca/products/metacat

I just sort of stroked it like I would a real cat: under its chin, a little scritch behind the ears. Its fur was soft and it purred in a fairly realistic way, which I guess was kind of calming. However, I was unsuccessful with any of the commands it was supposed to respond to, either because I have a weird voice or because just like a real cat, it didn't deign to be ordered about by some inferior humanoid! I don't know if it could play or chase a laser pointer or fishing-rod toy or leap up on a shelf and knock stuff off or hide under a bed...

After travelling to Toronto, I didn't want to limit myself to just conference stuff - I wanted to see the sights a bit too! So I went to the Art Gallery of Ontario (twice actually, although the second time was for my alumni reception in the Bistro, and I didn't actually get to look at the art).

Two of the special exhibitions, both of them featuring Inuit artists, were about to end, so I decided at a minimum to look at those:

​​​​​https://ago.ca/exhibitions/tarralik-duffy-lets-go-quickstop

https://ago.ca/exhibitions/lucy-qinnuayuak

I also had a quick look at Moments in Modernism, and may possibly manage to go again if I'm back in Toronto before it closes.

I went to the ROM, where I visited the Auschwitz exhibit. An important exhibit, although pretty intense.

Finally, on Friday evening, after enjoying an excellent meal at Planta:

https://www.plantarestaurants.com/location/planta-queen-toronto/

I went to the opening night of La Reine-Garçon at the Canadian Opera Company. Spectacular! It's about 17th century Queen Cristina of Sweden, who was very interesting and unconventional and strove to transform Stockholm into a cultural mecca akin to Athens while the men around her mostly craved war and conquest!

https://www.thestar.com/entertainment/stage/this-swedish-queen-was-raised-as-a-boy-fell-in-love-with-a-woman-and/article_71b69684-dce4-11ef-a84d-1f8da33320c8.html

I'd recommend it, even if you're not normally into opera.
2025-01-23 03:23 pm

Just whose land is it anyway?

This land's not your land, this land's not my land,
Tho' I was born and live here, right on Turtle Island,
Does it really matter how and when we got here?
This land preceded you and me!


I think I was probably around 7 or 8 when I first heard either the Woody Guthrie original or a Canadian version of this song. At the time, I just assumed it to be some boring patriotic song that we had to sing at school or during camp singalongs. I don't recall ever going beyond the second verse in those days.

But I later realized, probably around the time that his son Arlo penned some more modern social commentary with songs like Alice's Restaurant Massacree and the Motorsickle Song, that This Land is Your Land was not quite the paean to the glorious greatness of America that I had naively believed it was. The later verses in particular point to a rather different narrative:

https://www.woodyguthrie.org/Lyrics/This_Land.htm

Does anyone know who wrote the Canadian lyrics? Or maybe there are several versions by several authors? Do all the verses have Canadian versions to them? I did find this site, providing some Canadian lyrics in both English and French. Offhand, I prefer the French ones as they at least give a token nod to the indigenous folk, sort of like the way we now begin public events with a land acknowledgement:

https://www.canadianspecific.ca/this-land-is-your-land/

Mind you, I'm not terribly fond of some of the current woke terminology we use either. Settlers? Colonizers? Are we to be forever branded by the sins of the fathers or the great-great-great grandparents?

But there's one thing I will readily concede. Although this land preceded you and me, it's up to us to do our best to curb our destructive habits and ensure it also follows us to nourish future generations.
2025-01-19 03:12 pm
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Day 19 after my NYE Adventure

I'm gradually recovering from the arm injury I sustained on December 31, as described in my blog post of January 5. In this entry I'll briefly describe my journey so far.

At first, I had to carry out basic tasks like brushing my teeth exclusively with my left hand. More advanced procedures like flossing were put off with a flick and a promise.Followed by a swish and another promise. A week later, I had progressed first to brushing with my right hand, and then to flossing using both hands.

Getting dressed and undressed has been another challenge. I've been wearing clothes that are fairly loose and stretchy and have a bare minimum of awkward fastenings. To put on outdoor clothing like my ski jacket, I had to sit on an armless kitchen chair and manoeuvre myself into the right sleeve and then do the rest pretty much one-handed. Now I no longer need the chair, although getting dressed to go outside is still a slower process than it once was.

So I'm doing more with my right hand and arm than I could in the beginning . I have a greater range of movement in the arm, and with far less pain. I can get up from a lying or sitting position without much pain, just a slight twinge at times. Same for picking up something off the floor. I can tolerate a bit more weight on my right, although any moderate-and-above lifting still has to be done with my left.

I'm keeping up with the laundry. It helps that we have a front-loading washer and dryer, both on drawer/pedestals to minimize the need for stooping or lifting. This is something we put in place round about 2006-07, shortly after I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. I haven't had a serious flare-up of that since 2015 - it's under control with NSAIDs and DMARDs, which have likely helped with my recovery from the injury as well.

I've been able to get out of the house a bit too - around the corner to the community mailbox and for very short walks in the neighbourhood. I haven't been brave enough to take public transit yet - it would probably be OK, at least in off-peak times, but I'd be nervous about getting jostled on a crowded bus or LRT car or platform. But I'm OK with being driven around to get groceries and do basic errands, as long as I don't need to carry anything heavy.

I still haven't felt able to put my right arm up straight over my head, or all the way behind my back or at the nape of my neck, as I would normally do when putting on a hair elastic or putting on some N95 masks - these tasks I manage in an awkward, mostly left-handed way.

I tire easily. Healing is itself tiring and so is performing customary tasks in unaccustomed ways. But the good news is I'm on the mend.

And in a kind of cruel irony, the entire length of the Rideau Canal is now open for skating for the first time in years, even though skating is out of the question for me at the moment. Still, I I don't think BeaverTails or other Winterlude activities will necessarily be off-limits!
2025-01-15 04:28 pm
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Books Read 2024

Listed in the order I read them. F= Fiction; NF=Nonfiction; A=Anthology

1. The Cat's Meow: How cats evolved from the savannah to your sofa - Jonathan B. Losos (NF)
2. Charlotte Illes is not a detective - Katie Siegel (F)
3. I go by sea, I go by land - P.L.Travers (NF)
4. Les prénoms épicènes - Amélie Nothomb (F)
5. Rilke: the last inward man - Lesley Chamberlain (NF)
6. Torrid tales from the creative trenches: Instant classic that no one will read - various (A-F)
7. Waiting for Gertrude - Bill Richardson (F)
8. Midnight Sweatlodge - Waubgeshig Rice (F)
9. Moon of the Crusted Snow - Waubgeshig Rice (F)
10. Moon of the Turning Leaves - Waubgeshig Rice (F)
11. Myth and Mayhem: A leftist critique of Jordan Peterson - various (A-NF)
12. The Library of Heartbeats - Laura Imai Messina (F)
13. Two Solitudes - Hugh MacLennan (F)
14. Your Brain On Art: How the arts transform us - Susan Massamen & Ivy Ross (NF)
15. Bookworm - Robin Yeatman (F)
16. Not your child - Lis Angus (F)
17. A Different Kind of Evil - Andrew Wilson (F)
18. Legacy - Waubgeshig Rice (F)
19. On Rereading - Patricia Meyer Sparks (NF)
20. Anna O. - Matthew Blake (F)
21. Le Påtissier d'Hitler - Peter Bevore (F)
22. Barbara isn't dying - Alina Bronsky (F)
23. Blue Notes - Anne Cathrine Bomann (F)
24. Library for the war-wounded - Monika Helfer (F)
25. The Department of Rare Books and Special Collections - Eva Jurczyk (f)
26. Agatha - Anne Cathrine Bomann (F)
27. Wonder World - K. R. Byggdin (F)
28. Where's the mother? Stories from a transgender dad - Trevor MacDonald (NF)
29. La définition du bonheur - Catherine Cusset (F)
30. Berlin Alexanderplatz - Alfred Döblin (F)
31. Beauty and the Beat - Lisa Whittington-Hill (NF)
32. The Call of the Toad (Unkenruhe) - Guenter Grass (tr. Ralph Mannheim) - F
33. Health for All: A doctor's prescription for a healthier Canada - Jane Philpott (NF)
34. An elderly lady must not be crossed - Helene Tursten (F)
35. Kallocain - Karin Boye (F)
36. Goodbye to Berlin - Christopher Isherwood (F)
37. Mr. Norris changes trains - Christopher Isherwood (F)
38. Siblings - Brigitte Reimann (F)
39. The Wall Jumper - Peter Schneider (F)
40. Félix et la source invisible - Albin Michel (F)
41. I love Russia - Elena Kostyuchenko (NF)
42. Tough on Crime - David Holdsworth (F)
43. Perilous Passage - Arthur Mayse (F)
44. The girls dressed for murder - Lynn McPherson (F)
45. Case of the Curious Collection - Carolyn Keene (F)
46. Paradise Pending - Kris Purdy (F)
47. Secrets in the Water - Alice Fitzpatrick (F)
48. Laughing on the outside: The life of John Candy - Martin Knelman (NF)
49. The Vampire Cat & Poems by Robert Thomas Payne (A)
50. Mike Harris made me eat my dog - Linwood Barclay (NF/humour)
51. The Secret History of Audrey James - Heather Marshall (F)
52.The Mystery Guest - Nita Prose (F)
53. Kairos - Jenny Erpenbeck (F)
54. The Paris Network - Siobhan Curhan (F)
55. Let sleeping cats lie - Louise Clark (F)
56. Altered Boy - Jim McDonald (F)
57. Meeting my treaty kin: A journey toward reconciliation - Heather Menzies (NF)
58. The Fells - Cath Staincliffe (F)
59. Death in Fine Condition - Andrew Cartmel (F)
60. The List of Suspicious Things - Jennie Godfrey (F)
61. Not a novel: A memoir in pieces - Jenny Erpenbeck (NF)
62. Dandelion Daughter - Gabrielle Boulianne-Tremblay (F)
63. Café Babanussa - Karen Hill (NF)
64. The Circle - Katherine Vermette (F)
65. Bury the Lead - Kate Hilton & Elizabeth Renzetti (F)
66. IRL: Finding realness, meaning & belonging in our digital lives - Chris Stedman (NF)
67. Kukum - Michel Jean (NF)
68. Death at the Sign of the Rook - Kate Atkinson (F)
69. Woman of Interest - Tracy O'Neill (NF)
70. The Wall Between: What Jews & Palestinians don't want to know about each other - Raja G. Khouri & Jeffrey J. Wilkinson (NF)
71. Murder crossed her mind - Stephen Spotswood (F)
72. Teach me, I can learn - Alice Martel (NF)
73. In all things: A return to the drooling ward - Ed Davis (NF)
74. What she left behind - Ellen Marie Wiseman (F)
75. Women in Prison - Joan Henry (NF)
76. Lizards hold the sun - Dani Trujillo (F)
77. Swiss Sonata - Gwethalyn Graham (F)
78. Book and Dagger: How scholars & librarians became the unlikely spies of World War II - Elyse Graham (NF)
79. Crooked Seeds- Karen Jennings (F)
80. Honor the Dead - Amy Tector (F)
81. The Mistletoe Mystery - Nita Prose (F)
82. The Foulest Things - Amy Tector (F)
83. The Grey Wolf - Louise Penny (F)
84. Memories before and after The Sound of Music - Agathe von Trapp (NF)
85. Montréal-Nord - Mariana Mazza (NF)
86. Double Vision - Peggy Blair (F)
87. The Lost Book of Bonn - Brianna Labuskes (F)
88. Breaking Canadians: Health care, advocacy & the toll of COVID-19 - various, ed. by Nili Kaplan-Myrth (NF)
89. Norman's Conquest - Don Butler (F)
90. Vampires of Ottawa - Eric Wilson (F)
91. I who have never known men - Jacqueline Harpman (F)
92. How to protect bookstores & why - Danny Caine (NF)
93. Shapes of Wrath - Melissa Yi (F)
94. How to solve your own murder - Kristen Perrin (F)
95. The Diapause - Andrew Forbes (F)
96. Fatal Harvest - Brenda Chapman (F)
97. Everyone in my family has killed someone - Benjamin Stevenson (F)
98. The Hard Road Out: One woman's escape from North Korea - Jihyun Park & Seh-Lynn Cho (NF)
99. Maureen Fry and the Angel of the North - Rachel Joyce (F)
2025-01-05 01:42 pm

My New Year's Eve Adventure

On the morning of December 31, I told my partner I was going out for a short solo walk, just to decompress a bit. The weather was pleasant - not too cold, not raining or snowing, moderately sunny. It was really the nicest day we'd had for a while.

The planned short walk evolved into a longer walk than I'd originally foreseen and I ended up walking from my Fisher Heights neighbourhood up to Hog's Back Falls. The rush of the falls in an otherwise quiet area was somehow calming, a kind of nature therapy akin to forest bathing, as described here:

​​​​​https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/hamilton/nature-prescription-how-to-get-one-1.7421810?cmp=rss

If I'd merely stood watching and listening to the falls, or sat on a nearby bench in quiet contemplation for a while and then gone back home, all would have been well. But a path leading into the woods beckoned and I decided to wander on for a bit.

I was maybe halfway to being at the bottom of the Heron Road Bridge when I decided to start retracing my steps and head back up towards the Hog's Back Bridge. There was a kind of fork in the path where one part looked to slope fairly gently back upwards. I headed in that direction.

Soon afterwards, I put one tentative foot forward, stumbled a bit and fell. It wasn't a very long fall but it was my upper right arm, between my elbow and shoulder, that bore the brunt of the impact.

I got up, brushed myself off and assessed the situation. I ascertained that I hadn't broken anything. There was no blood. But my arm hurt like hell. It didn't help that just the day before, I had been required to bend that arm into various unnatural contortions while getting a mammogram and ultrasound on my right breast.

My legs were fine, so I proceeded to walk back home, keeping my injured arm in as comfortable position as possible.

Here, from a sports medicine website, is an accurate description of the injury I sustained:


Upper arm contusions

Contusions are also a common cause of upper arm pain. A direct blow to the front, back, or side of the arm crushes muscle against bone and injures it. The biceps muscle at the front or the triceps at the back of the upper arm could be affected. It may also occur in conjunction with an Axillary nerve injury.

Symptoms:

Pain on and after an impact.
Loss of full elbow extension (straightening)
Pain on trying to bend the elbow, especially against resistance).
Tenderness on touch.
Bruising.
Swelling.


And here's the recommended treatment:

Treatment:

Apply ice to reduce bleeding and swelling.
Elevate the arm and use a compression bandage.
Rest from any activities which cause pain.
Try to keep the elbow moving gently.
Once pain-free, gently stretch the biceps muscle to regain full extension.


I didn't use a compression bandage and instead of applying ice, I wrapped my upper arm in a large washcloth or small hand-towel which had been rinsed under the cold tap and wrung out. That eased the pain and helped reduce the swelling, but still allowed me some movement of the arm.

I've been rediscovering my left (non-dominant) hand and doing more things with it and my right hand has been reduced to second-in-command. I don't think I ever realized how many of the small muscles in my upper right arm come into play every day as I perform the day-to-day tasks of living. Like, say, doing just about anything on my laptop - manipulating the cursor, typing, clicking on a link, whatever.

Anyway, I'm recovering. I wouldn't be able to, say, raise my right hand in class to answer a question. I can't really put back my hair in a ponytail. But I can manage, although daily activities are kind of exhausting.

Just as well, since I shudder to think of how horrid it might have been to sit for hours in a hospital emergency department on New Year's Eve!
2024-12-27 03:56 pm
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My blog survives for '25

In my November 17 post, I deliberated whether to renew my paid account or take a temporary or permanent leave of absence from blogging on Dreamwidth. Well, I'm still here, folks, at least for now. My paid account lapsed on December 11 but a week later, a kind-hearted Secret Santa renewed it for another year.

This crisis of faith was sparked by an upsetting comment I received from another Dreamwidth member. I have successfully banned this person from commenting directly on any of my posts but they are still out there, woven into the warp and the woof and the meow of our dysfunctional Dreamwidth family. Well, it's a truism that you can't choose your family, nor can you help it if you're a bastard. And if you tug on a loose thread and oust it from the fabric of a family or a community, there's always the risk that the family or community could eventually unravel completely.

OK, enough of that dreadful extended metaphor. In addition to banning the person from commenting on my blog, I also asked a Dreamwidth administrator to investigate what I believed to be a violation of the Member Code of Conduct. The administrator informed me that Dreamwidth encourages expression of a wide variety of views and that derogatory comments are not considered a violation of the Code even if they are rude, aggressive and insulting. To their credit, they did also say that if I was dissatisfied with their services or felt there were certain things they could be doing better, I could send my suggestions to their Feedback mailbox. I'm considering doing just that.

So there it stands. I'll probably continue mostly as I have for the past 13 years, except that I may be a little more circumspect when it comes to posting on hot-button issues.

That concludes my end-of-year update.