Everywhere you turn, turn, turn

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Everywhere you turn, turn, turn
There is a condo going in, in, in
Out with the majestic grand monuments of old
Up with the vile glass monstrosities of today.

Good-bye unique beautiful vibrant communities
Hello, humdrum stale lonely world
Where does one city end and another begin?
Give me a sign and tell me where I am.

Everywhere you turn, turn, turn
There is a condo going in, in, in
Out with the majestic, grand monuments of old
Up with the vile glass monstrosities of today.

Glass and steel versus lush and green.
Mediocrity versus beauty
Obscuring views of the ocean and the trees.
Hide the mountains between the monochrome towers.

Everywhere you turn, turn, turn
There is a condo going in, in, in
Out with the majestic, grand monuments of old
Up with the vile glass monstrosities of today.

No more space?
Who cares?
Tear it all down
Until what made this city great, is gone.

Everywhere you turn, turn, turn
There is a condo going in, in, in
Out with the majestic, grand monuments of old
Up with the vile glass monstrosities of today.

Alas, oh jewel of the west
You have become a bore.
And the glory of yesteryear
Is no more.
—Robert Confiant 19 July 2018

Ever little bit

People think that for real change to occur there has to be big momentous events to occur. This is true on the grand scheme of things. I am thinking paradigm shifts as an example with giant leaps in human ingenuity and technological progress; however, I have found that it is the many minute changes that have a lasting effect.

Mountains, canyons, gorges, all form over millennia and last for eons. The slow action of platonic action and water flow are only two of the forces which result in the formation of these geographical wonders, slow repeated actions resulting in lasting monuments.

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To bring this to a human context, I offer the example of dieting. Diets don’t work. They provide quick results, but if a diet is not followed by healthy eating including: Portion control, healthy food selection and exercise, then it will fail. If one wishes to create a lasting change in oneself, then one must make that change become a habit by continuously practicing these good behaviours. There are no shortcuts.

True change occurs with small steps – baby steps. Generally, one needs to walk before they can run. Of course, there are exceptions, but they are rare. This is just one of the lessons I have learned over the course of my life: True change occurs slowly and repeatedly.

Never give up and ever little bit helps.
—Robert Confiant 18 July 2018

 

Those were the days

Those were the days
And what a time was had
Sitting around the kitchen table
A-heeing and a-hawing to those Blue Grass lyrics
Dad singing and strumming
With the boys by his side.

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Those were the days
The music flowed
Them hurting songs
Made you want to sing along
Picking and strumming those Country hits.

Those were the days
What a time we had
Dancing the night away
Weekend in
And weekend out
We partied all weekend long.

Those were the days
Those were the times
The music’s done
The old man’s gone
And the boys moved on.

Those were the days…
—Robert Confiant 16 July 2018

Phone screens, web apps and fat, sort, stubby thumbs

Awake and writingSometimes, I cannot type out my thoughts quickly enough to get my thought down. I do a lot of my wring ideas on public transit (I know this doesn’t make much sense).

I use Evernote app on my phone to jot these ideas down. Except I have fat, short, stubby thumbs. It is tricky getting thing down on print. It doesn’t help that autocorrect gives WTF word suggestions (It’s a good thing I copy and paste what I have written into MS Word for spelling checking before I publish).

So for however tricky it is for me to write off a five inch screen, I keep at it. It is still easier to type off my phone on a crowded bus or train.
—Robert Confiant 16 July 2018

My father and weekends

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I am writing a verse (I just whip it up, but it still needs work, so I haven’t posted it yet). It got me thinking about those days of yesteryear and my dad.

My father lived for the weekend. He hated work day mornings. I remember my sister warning me not to say anything to anyone the first time I had to get up to work with my father, my brother and my sister (As I was one of those cheery people in the morning and they were not). But come the weekend my father was up with the birds.

I don’t think he wanted to miss anything come the weekends. Often times, he would organize social gatherings with lots of homemade music. He would invite his brother and a few of his friends to play and sing a song or two (or more). Sometimes, these parties would start one day and continue well into the next.

What good times; what great memories.
—Robert Confiant 16 July 2018

It’s not the same

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We have taken to watch old 1970’s and 1980’s television shows (My partner records them). Most of them are unwatchable. Wonder Woman is guaranteed to put my partner to sleep. Lots of other shows, I just cannot sit through. The odd one for example, WKRP in Cincinnati, is tolerable. For the most part, it holds up.

If sports weren’t on, we watch home some TV.  (Sports got priority in our house, go HNIC on CBC). Back in the 1970’s and 1980’s most sitcoms were home some. We watched most of the popular ones. “Classic TV,” they call them now. As a strong Catholic family, this was important (Well, Archie Bunker might have been pushing it and The Jefferson’s). This changed of course as we aged with shows, such as, Hill Street Blues and the like.

Memories of family time, they make me miss the past some times, but its mom and dad that I miss the most. If your parents are still alive, you should treasure them while they are still present.

Classic TV re-runs watching has taught me that one really cannot go back. It just isn’t the same.
—Robert Confiant 12 July 2018

I did not want to go into work today

I did not want to go into work today.

For the most part, I love my job. The people I work with, my immediate co-workers are great. There is the coffee club (or remnants of it), the group I work with and the front line workers – all good team players (mostly).

We have another shortage in our department and I am starting to fall behind on my regular work because I am working on filling the gap. Without going into great detail, it is really no one’s fault. People retire and people leave it’s as simple as that. The first gap was due to retirement and the second gap was due to someone leaving. What I fret over is how long it took to hire the second person after the first person retired: A long time. I don’t think I can deal with this situation again. I don’t have the will, or the determination to do so again. It’s frustrating. I am already feeling the pressure.

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I am sure I am not the only person experiencing this issue of people leaving and being short-handed. I just wished they would hire a replacement more quickly. The process takes so long. I just know I am going to have an ‘F’ it attitude about it this time. I just cannot do it anymore. I feel work doesn’t support me anymore and I feel I am being taken advantage of and no one likes to feel like they are being taken advantage of. I keep reminding myself that I now only have a little over three and a half years to remain.

I will work hard. It was how I was raised – to do a good honest day’s work (I know, I am a dying breed – a dinosaur – LOL). But, I will no longer “kill” myself doing so.

What can one do? Nothing.

I will go into work and I will work hard, but it is not as much fun; it is not the same.
—Robert Confiant 11 July 2018