I am waiting a week now into my very precious, very special vacation. A year ago my brother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and I made the decision that I’d ship my sailboat down to him with the plan that we’d sail together. I wanted to have him have something to look forward too.
It wasn’t completely unselfish. Having already sailed to Hawaii solo in winter my next sailing trip would have been to the Philippines, Hong Kong or Singapore. But the pirates and the Muslim Jihadists made cruising anywhere in the region around Malaysia and Indochina unattractive. Besides 25 years ago I had sailed GIRI, my 40 foot 13 ton cutter rigged steel sailboat to the Sea of Cortex with my ex wife. The next plan had been to ship it overland to the Caribbean and come up the inside passage back to Canada. So here I was positioning my sailboat for the trip down the east coast should I wish to continue. The fresh water sailing in the unknown islands and passages around Kingston. Mostly it brought my brother and I closer in the project of boat shipping, costly as that was and storage at Loyalist Cove Marina.
Loyalist Cove Marina has been so helpful with the storage and with finding me a berth in the harbour. I phoned a month or so ago and gave them the dates with the request and agreement for my boat to be restored for sailing for this week from work. I had expected to find the boat in the water, rigged and ready to leave. It wasn’t. It still isn’t. But my brother needed to begin a new chemotherapy and I accompanied him to Toronto where I met Dr. Aaron Hansen, the new researcher who has accepted Ron to this newest cancer therapy trial. Ron was given 6-12 months untreated, 2-4 years with treatment. Ron’s past 12 months and happy to moving forward again with hope.
Each month he holds on there is greater hope for a cure as cancer, thanks to research centres like University of Toronto’s Princess Margaret Hospital Cancer Research, and our west coast UBC cancer research teams are now focusing attention and resources on Gastroenterological Cancers. Trials of new potentials therapies are occurring all around the world as a major push is being made to address this historic early killer. The breakthroughs that have cured so many cancers these last few decades I”ve been in practice are now resulting in quicker and more significant advances in individual care. The miracle of scientific medicine that so quickly addressed the Ebola Virus epidemic and the terrifying HIV epidemic has been applied now to cancer and specifically Gastrointestinal Cancer. Genetic studies that have shown us the building blocks of the human genome now show us the differentiation between cancer and non cancer cell lines. Chemotherapies are increasingly developed with greater specificities and less side effects. Ron’s not as optimistic as I am and his doctors are all those ‘modest’ sorts that work in cancer research, medically legally concerned, and "not making any promises’ but they know all the breakthroughs that I know. Since Ron’s first diagnosis I’ve scoured the literature, and increasingly enjoyed listening , as I commute to and from my psychosomatic and addiction psychiatric practice, to the leading symposium from around the world on cancer research, specifically Pancreatic Cancer. It’s not just for my brother’s sake as I have several cancer patients in my practice with dozens more patients with gastrointestinal disease in addition to their psychiatric concerns.
The rigger who got the mast on Friday, said that he’d be back Monday to finish the re wiring and putting up the sails Monday. The hardware for the boom holder and the radar post are up but the mast wiring and sail rigging remains to be done. My chemical engineer nephew, Graeme, drove in from Ontario’s Deep River nuclear power plant so we got to do a final check of all the systems on the boat, yesterday. He replaced one of the bilge pumps in record time while together then epoxied a loose stanchion while I expoxied a cockpit drain that was leaking. The riggers said they’d be back in the afternoon so we waited about and they didn’t show. Meanwhile my other geologist nephew, Andrew, was flying in that night from the North Pole on a Canadian military plane landing in Trenton Air Force Base. So God didn’t intend for us to go sailing till he was able to join his brother and I on the boat. Today, perhaps, the riggers will complete their work and we’ll be able to get the boat out while Ron is feeling good. Despite starting the new chemotherapy he had a really good day 2 and there weather has been perfect for sailing, sunny, light winds.
I’m feeling some anxiety which is disheartening because I’m going to have to fly back to Vancouver in a few days where I’ll be the object of scorn for I keep countless people waiting. I had a 2 year waitlist to see me a couple of years ago. It had grown and most of my colleagues because of the extreme shortage of specialists have closed their practice or at very least run a year waitlist. If there’s an emergency it simply has to go to the hospital where there now, due to government waste and mismanagement, there is simply no follow through. Duplication of services is an easily resolved problem which England addressed decades ago as a central feature of their cost saving health care system but the gloriously bloated and outrageously elite health care bureaucracy has had mangers saying, “we don’t need doctors and nurses”. This is at variance with the whole idea of the ‘medicare system’ which has put government after government into power in Canada and is government’s principle claim to fame even as Obama Care is failing due to administrative abuse. Canada’s health care system is now 20 to 40 times the administration of the relatively equivalent if not superior German health care system. The percentage of doctors and nurses to patients has remains relatively constant for thirty years despite the aging practice, increasingly complex medical and psychiatric problems of the elderly and the encroachment on the health care field by the legal beaurocratic parasites which have caused perhaps 90 % of increased costs in health care to be ‘unnecessary waste’ from a strictly medical perspective.
The government is publishing the incomes of doctors so which to the ignorant looks good. Except that income is not a ‘lifetime’ in come which by contrast shows that nurses who work full time actually make as much if not more than doctors. Hospital administrators with often only a few years of education and a whole lot of despotism are making more than doctors in reality. The trouble is that for 12 years I studied, and my study wasn’t ‘academic’. I was in an apprenticeship, from the second year of my training so for 10 years I did the major work of hospitals and institutional medicine. Medicine is not like Arts PH’D programs. It’s more like trade school, with the academic demands expected by the full time job working at the bed side. And yes, the requirement is straight A’s. So while everyone academically wants to say their program is equal, it’s not. I acknowledge that Colonel Hadfield’s astronaught training program was more strenuous than mine but I only slept one night in three for years and every single day of my internship and residency program I was doing 12 to eighteen hours of patient centred work. With all the entitlement in Canada today, I hear secretaries from the military saying their jobs are as tough, ‘if not more tough’, than ‘the boys fighting on the front lines’. We’re a ‘me’ generation so the kardasian want to be complains that her having to get her nails and hair done to look good is a terrible strain.
I have nightmares still about what I’ve seen and done. Visiting the hospital with my brother I fought down a panic attack and was assailed by images of sliding and falling on blood coated floors in obstetrics, picking up bowels from a dehiscence, the terror of those days and years treating the AID’s dementia biters, being strangled by a patient, finding the dead on the ward, the violence and sickness and disease, the nights were the worst. I was diagnosed with PTSD years ago. I drank and smoked dope those first years of the AIDS epidemic, working with AIDS dementia ‘biters’ and seeing colleagues I knew personally die along with patients. The dangerously insane wards were difficult as well as treating the prostitutes and forensic patients and working with the LBGT patients which others ‘avoided’. That Christian service ‘calling’ kept putting me in the frontline while all around me others more reasonably chose not to take the risks. Our Prime Minister drinks wine and smokes dope. It’s fashionable today. I haven’t drank or smoked anything in 19 years. I’m thankful for International Doctors in AA for helping me remain sane and practicing medicine. I did my addiction medicine sub specialization and continue to work with two types of practice, one I call ‘uptown’ and the other I call, “downtown’ . Some days I overhaul totally crashed Ferraris, Rolls Royces and Cadillacs while other days I do tune ups on Ferrari’s, Rolls Royces, and Cadillacs.
I’m going to have another coffee and go to the Loyalist Cove Marina. Patience.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Patience
I am waiting a week now into my very precious, very special vacation. A year ago my brother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and I made the decision that I’d ship my sailboat down to him with the plan that we’d sail together. I wanted to have him have something to look forward too.
It wasn’t completely unselfish. Having already sailed to Hawaii solo in winter my next sailing trip would have been to the Philippines, Hong Kong or Singapore. But the pirates and the Muslim Jihadists made cruising anywhere in the region around Malaysia and Indochina unattractive. Besides 25 years ago I had sailed GIRI, my 40 foot 13 ton cutter rigged steel sailboat to the Sea of Cortex with my ex wife. The next plan had been to ship it overland to the Caribbean and come up the inside passage back to Canada. So here I was positioning my sailboat for the trip down the east coast should I wish to continue. The fresh water sailing in the unknown islands and passages around Kingston.appeals for now Mostly it brought my brother and I closer in the project of boat shipping, costly as that was and storage at Loyalist Cove Marina.
Loyalist Cove Marina has been so helpful with the storage and with finding me a berth in the harbour. I phoned a month or so ago and gave them the dates with the request and agreement for my boat to be restored for sailing for this week from work. I had expected to find the boat in the water, rigged and ready to leave. It wasn’t. It still isn’t. It's a week waiting. I already miss Stuart at Protek in Vancouver. They prepared the boat in half a day for shipping and when they did the rigging for my offshore sailing to Mexico, it took them a day, a couple of guys ,a lift and supervisor. No rigging concerns till the boat was shipped back to from Mexico.
But my brother needed to begin a new chemotherapy and I accompanied him to Toronto where I met Dr. Aaron Hansen, the new researcher who has accepted Ron to this newest cancer therapy trial. Ron was given 6-12 months untreated, 2-4 years with treatment. Ron’s past 12 months and happy to moving forward again with hope.
Each month he holds on there is greater hope for a cure as cancer, thanks to research centres like University of Toronto’s Princess Margaret Hospital Cancer Research, and our west coast UBC cancer research teams, are now focusing attention and resources on Gastroenterological Cancers. Trials of new potential therapies are occurring all around the world as a major push is being made to address this historic early killer.
The breakthroughs that have cured so many cancers these last few decades I”ve been in practice are now resulting in quicker and more significant advances in individual care. The miracle of scientific medicine that so quickly addressed the Ebola Virus epidemic and the terrifying HIV epidemic has been applied now to cancer and specifically Gastrointestinal Cancer. Genetic studies that have shown us the building blocks of the human genome now show us the differentiation between cancer and non cancer cell lines. Chemotherapies are increasingly developed with greater specificity and less side effects. Ron’s not as optimistic as I am and his doctors are all those ‘modest’ sorts that work in cancer research, medically legally concerned, "not making any promises’ but they know all the breakthroughs that I know. Since Ron’s first diagnosis I’ve scoured the literature, and increasingly enjoyed listening , as I commute to and from my psychosomatic and addiction psychiatric practice, to the leading symposium podcasts from around the world on cancer research, specifically Pancreatic Cancer. It’s not just for my brother’s sake as I have several cancer patients in my practice with dozens more patients with gastrointestinal disease in addition to their psychiatric concerns.
The rigger who got the mast on Friday, said that he’d be back Monday to finish the re wiring and putting up the sails Monday. The hardware for the boom holder and the radar post are up but the mast wiring and sail rigging remains to be done. My chemical engineer nephew, Graeme, drove in from Ontario’s Deep River nuclear power plant so we got to do a final check of all the systems on the boat, yesterday. He replaced one of the bilge pumps in record time while together then epoxied a loose stanchion while I expoxied a cockpit drain that was leaking. The riggers said they’d be back in the afternoon so we waited about and they didn’t show. No communication. Meanwhile my other geologist nephew, Andrew, was flying in that night from the North Pole on a Canadian military plane landing in Trenton Air Force Base. He's been regaling us with tales of Alert. Reminds me of my years with the Northern Medical Unit consulting to Northern Manitoba and Northern Ontario, the academic clinical assistant professor years.
Maybe God didn’t intend for us to go sailing till he was able to join his brother and I on the boat. Today, perhaps, the riggers will complete their work and we’ll be able to get the boat out while Ron is feeling good. Despite starting the new chemotherapy he had a really good day 2 and there weather has been perfect for sailing, sunny, light winds.
I’m feeling some anxiety which is disheartening because I’m going to have to fly back to Vancouver in a few days where I’ll be the object of scorn for I keep countless people waiting. I had a 2 year waitlist to see me a couple of years ago. It had grown and most of my colleagues because of the extreme shortage of specialists have closed their practice or at very least run a year waitlist. If there’s an emergency it simply has to go to the hospital where there now, due to government waste and mismanagement, there is simply no follow through. Duplication of services is an easily resolved problem which England addressed decades ago as a central feature of their cost saving health care system but the gloriously bloated and outrageously elite health care bureaucracy has had mangers saying, “we don’t need doctors and nurses”. This is at variance with the whole idea of the ‘medicare system’ which has put government after government into power in Canada and is government’s principle claim to fame even as Obama Care is failing due to administrative abuse. Canada’s health care system is now 20 to 40 times the administration of the relatively equivalent if not superior German health care system. The percentage of doctors and nurses to patients has remains relatively constant for thirty years despite the aging practice, increasingly complex medical and psychiatric problems of the elderly and the encroachment on the health care field by the legal beaurocratic parasites which have caused perhaps 90 % of increased costs in health care to be ‘unnecessary waste’ from a strictly medical perspective.
The government is publishing the incomes of doctors so which to the ignorant looks good. Except that income is not a ‘lifetime’ in come which by contrast shows that nurses who work full time actually make as much if not more than doctors. Hospital administrators with often only a few years of education and a whole lot of despotism are making more than doctors in reality. The trouble is that for 12 years I studied, and my study wasn’t ‘academic’. I was in an apprenticeship, from the second year of my training so for 10 years I did the major work of hospitals and institutional medicine. Medicine is not like Arts PH’D programs. It’s more like trade school, with the academic demands expected by the full time job working at the bed side. And yes, the requirement is straight A’s. So while everyone academically wants to say their program is equal, it’s not. I acknowledge that Colonel Hadfield’s astronaught training program was more strenuous than mine but I only slept one night in three for years and every single day of my internship and residency program I was doing 12 to eighteen hours of patient centred work. With all the entitlement in Canada today, I hear secretaries from the military saying their jobs are as tough, ‘if not more tough’, than ‘the boys fighting on the front lines’. We’re a ‘me’ generation so the kardasian want to be complains that her having to get her nails and hair done to look good is a terrible strain.
I have nightmares still about what I’ve seen and done. Visiting the hospital with my brother I fought down a panic attack and was assailed by images of sliding and falling on blood coated floors in obstetrics, picking up bowels from a dehiscence, the terror of those days and years treating the AID’s dementia biters, being strangled by a patient, finding the dead on the ward, the violence and sickness and disease, the nights were the worst. I was diagnosed with PTSD years ago. I drank and smoked dope those first years of the AIDS epidemic, working with AIDS dementia ‘biters’ and seeing colleagues I knew personally die along with patients. The dangerously insane wards were difficult as well as treating the prostitutes and forensic patients and working with the LBGT patients which others ‘avoided’. That Christian service ‘calling’ kept putting me in the frontline while all around me others more reasonably chose not to take the risks. Our Prime Minister drinks wine and smokes dope. It’s fashionable today. I haven’t drank or smoked anything in 19 years. I’m thankful for International Doctors in AA for helping me remain sane and practicing medicine. I did my addiction medicine sub specialization and continue to work with two types of practice, one I call ‘uptown’ and the other I call, “downtown’ . Some days I overhaul totally crashed Ferraris, Rolls Royces and Cadillacs while other days I do tune ups on Ferrari’s, Rolls Royces, and Cadillacs.
I’m going to have another coffee and go to the Loyalist Cove Marina.
(Addendum: Dave solved the problem, a kink in the track of the roller furling, but resolved with his expertise)
It wasn’t completely unselfish. Having already sailed to Hawaii solo in winter my next sailing trip would have been to the Philippines, Hong Kong or Singapore. But the pirates and the Muslim Jihadists made cruising anywhere in the region around Malaysia and Indochina unattractive. Besides 25 years ago I had sailed GIRI, my 40 foot 13 ton cutter rigged steel sailboat to the Sea of Cortex with my ex wife. The next plan had been to ship it overland to the Caribbean and come up the inside passage back to Canada. So here I was positioning my sailboat for the trip down the east coast should I wish to continue. The fresh water sailing in the unknown islands and passages around Kingston.appeals for now Mostly it brought my brother and I closer in the project of boat shipping, costly as that was and storage at Loyalist Cove Marina.
Loyalist Cove Marina has been so helpful with the storage and with finding me a berth in the harbour. I phoned a month or so ago and gave them the dates with the request and agreement for my boat to be restored for sailing for this week from work. I had expected to find the boat in the water, rigged and ready to leave. It wasn’t. It still isn’t. It's a week waiting. I already miss Stuart at Protek in Vancouver. They prepared the boat in half a day for shipping and when they did the rigging for my offshore sailing to Mexico, it took them a day, a couple of guys ,a lift and supervisor. No rigging concerns till the boat was shipped back to from Mexico.
But my brother needed to begin a new chemotherapy and I accompanied him to Toronto where I met Dr. Aaron Hansen, the new researcher who has accepted Ron to this newest cancer therapy trial. Ron was given 6-12 months untreated, 2-4 years with treatment. Ron’s past 12 months and happy to moving forward again with hope.
Each month he holds on there is greater hope for a cure as cancer, thanks to research centres like University of Toronto’s Princess Margaret Hospital Cancer Research, and our west coast UBC cancer research teams, are now focusing attention and resources on Gastroenterological Cancers. Trials of new potential therapies are occurring all around the world as a major push is being made to address this historic early killer.
The breakthroughs that have cured so many cancers these last few decades I”ve been in practice are now resulting in quicker and more significant advances in individual care. The miracle of scientific medicine that so quickly addressed the Ebola Virus epidemic and the terrifying HIV epidemic has been applied now to cancer and specifically Gastrointestinal Cancer. Genetic studies that have shown us the building blocks of the human genome now show us the differentiation between cancer and non cancer cell lines. Chemotherapies are increasingly developed with greater specificity and less side effects. Ron’s not as optimistic as I am and his doctors are all those ‘modest’ sorts that work in cancer research, medically legally concerned, "not making any promises’ but they know all the breakthroughs that I know. Since Ron’s first diagnosis I’ve scoured the literature, and increasingly enjoyed listening , as I commute to and from my psychosomatic and addiction psychiatric practice, to the leading symposium podcasts from around the world on cancer research, specifically Pancreatic Cancer. It’s not just for my brother’s sake as I have several cancer patients in my practice with dozens more patients with gastrointestinal disease in addition to their psychiatric concerns.
The rigger who got the mast on Friday, said that he’d be back Monday to finish the re wiring and putting up the sails Monday. The hardware for the boom holder and the radar post are up but the mast wiring and sail rigging remains to be done. My chemical engineer nephew, Graeme, drove in from Ontario’s Deep River nuclear power plant so we got to do a final check of all the systems on the boat, yesterday. He replaced one of the bilge pumps in record time while together then epoxied a loose stanchion while I expoxied a cockpit drain that was leaking. The riggers said they’d be back in the afternoon so we waited about and they didn’t show. No communication. Meanwhile my other geologist nephew, Andrew, was flying in that night from the North Pole on a Canadian military plane landing in Trenton Air Force Base. He's been regaling us with tales of Alert. Reminds me of my years with the Northern Medical Unit consulting to Northern Manitoba and Northern Ontario, the academic clinical assistant professor years.
Maybe God didn’t intend for us to go sailing till he was able to join his brother and I on the boat. Today, perhaps, the riggers will complete their work and we’ll be able to get the boat out while Ron is feeling good. Despite starting the new chemotherapy he had a really good day 2 and there weather has been perfect for sailing, sunny, light winds.
I’m feeling some anxiety which is disheartening because I’m going to have to fly back to Vancouver in a few days where I’ll be the object of scorn for I keep countless people waiting. I had a 2 year waitlist to see me a couple of years ago. It had grown and most of my colleagues because of the extreme shortage of specialists have closed their practice or at very least run a year waitlist. If there’s an emergency it simply has to go to the hospital where there now, due to government waste and mismanagement, there is simply no follow through. Duplication of services is an easily resolved problem which England addressed decades ago as a central feature of their cost saving health care system but the gloriously bloated and outrageously elite health care bureaucracy has had mangers saying, “we don’t need doctors and nurses”. This is at variance with the whole idea of the ‘medicare system’ which has put government after government into power in Canada and is government’s principle claim to fame even as Obama Care is failing due to administrative abuse. Canada’s health care system is now 20 to 40 times the administration of the relatively equivalent if not superior German health care system. The percentage of doctors and nurses to patients has remains relatively constant for thirty years despite the aging practice, increasingly complex medical and psychiatric problems of the elderly and the encroachment on the health care field by the legal beaurocratic parasites which have caused perhaps 90 % of increased costs in health care to be ‘unnecessary waste’ from a strictly medical perspective.
The government is publishing the incomes of doctors so which to the ignorant looks good. Except that income is not a ‘lifetime’ in come which by contrast shows that nurses who work full time actually make as much if not more than doctors. Hospital administrators with often only a few years of education and a whole lot of despotism are making more than doctors in reality. The trouble is that for 12 years I studied, and my study wasn’t ‘academic’. I was in an apprenticeship, from the second year of my training so for 10 years I did the major work of hospitals and institutional medicine. Medicine is not like Arts PH’D programs. It’s more like trade school, with the academic demands expected by the full time job working at the bed side. And yes, the requirement is straight A’s. So while everyone academically wants to say their program is equal, it’s not. I acknowledge that Colonel Hadfield’s astronaught training program was more strenuous than mine but I only slept one night in three for years and every single day of my internship and residency program I was doing 12 to eighteen hours of patient centred work. With all the entitlement in Canada today, I hear secretaries from the military saying their jobs are as tough, ‘if not more tough’, than ‘the boys fighting on the front lines’. We’re a ‘me’ generation so the kardasian want to be complains that her having to get her nails and hair done to look good is a terrible strain.
I have nightmares still about what I’ve seen and done. Visiting the hospital with my brother I fought down a panic attack and was assailed by images of sliding and falling on blood coated floors in obstetrics, picking up bowels from a dehiscence, the terror of those days and years treating the AID’s dementia biters, being strangled by a patient, finding the dead on the ward, the violence and sickness and disease, the nights were the worst. I was diagnosed with PTSD years ago. I drank and smoked dope those first years of the AIDS epidemic, working with AIDS dementia ‘biters’ and seeing colleagues I knew personally die along with patients. The dangerously insane wards were difficult as well as treating the prostitutes and forensic patients and working with the LBGT patients which others ‘avoided’. That Christian service ‘calling’ kept putting me in the frontline while all around me others more reasonably chose not to take the risks. Our Prime Minister drinks wine and smokes dope. It’s fashionable today. I haven’t drank or smoked anything in 19 years. I’m thankful for International Doctors in AA for helping me remain sane and practicing medicine. I did my addiction medicine sub specialization and continue to work with two types of practice, one I call ‘uptown’ and the other I call, “downtown’ . Some days I overhaul totally crashed Ferraris, Rolls Royces and Cadillacs while other days I do tune ups on Ferrari’s, Rolls Royces, and Cadillacs.
I’m going to have another coffee and go to the Loyalist Cove Marina.
(Addendum: Dave solved the problem, a kink in the track of the roller furling, but resolved with his expertise)
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Baptism
Matthew 21:25 John’s Baptism - where did it come from? Was it from heaven, or of human origin. They discussed it among themselves and said, “If we say, ‘From heaven,’ he will ask, ‘Then why didn’t you believe him?'
Mark 1:4 “And so John the baptist appeared in the wilderness, preaching a a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.”
Mark 1: 7 “After me comes the one more powerful than I, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to stoop down and unit. I baptize you will water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit."
Mark 1: 9 “At that time Jesus came from Nazareth in Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. Just as Jesus was coming up out of the water, he saw heaven being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove. And a voice from came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased."
Baptism is a central ritual of the Christian faith. At the time of the writing, John and Jesus were Jews. Indeed much of Christian history Christianity was thought to be an errant Jewish faith. The orthodox Jew therefore might well consider Jesus a minor prophet and teacher but that he is not the Messiah. There is a formalism in Judaism that Jesus challenged. He criticized the teachers of the law of his day, the leaders of the synagogue of his day and the bureaucrats of his day. King Herod is said to have tried to kill him even as a child because he was a threat to the political authority of the day.
Asked about money, he picked up a coin with the face of Cesar stamped on it and said, “Give unto Cesar, Cesar’s due.” There’s definitely an irony in this but he said his “Kingdom was in heaven”. There is a duality here.
Yet, we know from modern science and physics that Energy and Matter are one, except for appearance, matter, simply being slow energy. As scientists we accept the unseen whereas the materialists of an earlier day would say, “show me”. Electricity and wind and other forms of energy are today seen no longer as ‘spiritual forces’ but they once were. We are closer to understanding that which matters but not yet there. Heisenberg with his ‘uncertainty principle’ and Neils Bohr with his intuitive grasp of quanta pointed us further all the while Einstein insisted, ‘God does not play with dice’. Newton before him was a Godly man.
Central to the idea of baptism is this idea of ‘sin’. To sin meant in the day to ‘miss the mark’. It was likened to an archer aiming at a target, having the intention of hitting the bulls eye but despite all manner of effort unable to consistently 100% of the times actually shoot a bullseye. This deviance from perfection, the coordination between intent and outcome was what was at stake.
Modern ballistics continues to struggle with this ‘idea’. That’s just at the physical realm where the scientists continue to struggle with concepts of precision and consistency, all in an attempt to remove ‘confounding variables’ and ‘lab error’ . The words are different but the ideas of the ancients remain as true today as then.
I might indeed have ‘good intentions’ but the outcome is like my experience with love. Married I ‘loved’ with the best intentions to the best of my ability believing thoroughly that I was only to be perceived by my now ex wife as unloving. In my earlier life I really believed ‘all you need is love’ and devoted myself to the depth and exploration of romantic erotic love. Like the majority of rock and rollers, writers and artists of my day I failed.
I was thoroughly defeated by the abortion. Ironically the birth control pill which had promised freedom through prevention lead to the slippery slope that culminated in abortion. I was powerless to stop this result so that what had seemed like a good thing, pleasure, without consequence became the deepest injury. Homosexuality, anal sex, oral sex, masturbation all followed from the death of the child. Heterosexual love and children were so intertwined but the church and society celebrated murder in every form. I was a member of this society, and a murderer by association.
Repentance is an interesting word from another error, just like the word ‘sin’. Today there is a low brow approach to cause and effect. Determinism or fate suggests that there can be ‘no praise’ and ‘no blame’. Yet our society and most individuals I know who consider themselves ‘modern’ personally accept praise while rejecting blame. Most of the social constructs and isms are devoted to this ‘dualism’. Feminism attributes wrong to men and right to women. Racism attributes ‘oppression’ to the others and defines the terms of reference to a convenient era that excludes the period when the oppressed were themselves the oppressors. Nationalisms attribute good to their people and blame the outsides. There’s a kind of tribalism throughout the society and lawyers are mostly involved in playing this ‘blame game’. Everyone including murderers and pedophiles and whatever flavour of the month is in fashions claims ‘I’m right. You’re wrong’.
People worship the ‘law of the jungle’ and ‘survival of the fittest’. “Give unto cesar what is cesar’s due”. Yet Arendt’s description of the ‘banality of evil’ is lost on the present generation.
Sprinkling or immersion in water.
Forgiveness of sins.
There is inherent in this the consideration of ‘morality’. Morality is an individual code perhaps taken from the group ethics inculcated in the child by the social order. When great atheist Sartre said that God was dead, the great theist ,C.S. Lewis said that the evidence of death would take a generation or two to show because the morality and ethics of a country were created around the idea of God, that ‘ultimate’ expression of ‘good’.
Kultura was the idea of a national expression of the highest. Oswald Chambers book, “My Utmost for his Highest’ is laughable in today’s era where art is a woman’s shit on a piece of paper. Faeces art sells like Rapp and fashion like religion becomes a ‘who’s in’ with daily shifts of sentiment and emotion chasing the tail of the dragon, so much created in drug hazes and alcoholic blurs. The emperor has no clothes.
Holy Spirit is a strange word. When psychiatrists wrote of ‘discovering the unconscious’ they were addressing the ‘inner world’ concepts which were little appreciated in the ‘age of reason’. A man was judged by his ‘actions’. Everyone understood that a variety of thoughts and feelings preceded the act but policing moved into the judgement of language then ultimately ‘thought’. Today the ‘thought’ police are as evident as the ‘feeling or emotion’ police. We all must think a particular way and feel a particular way.
The one became many and the many became one. Someone along this line of development, this oscillating linear consideration there is a comfort zone for the individual. The struggle between isolation and participation is a lifelong process starting when the individual leaves the ‘fated’ family of origen to create a new family or new group.
Holy is a word that doesn’t get much air play today either.
Carl Jung, the great psychiatrist, described the nuministic feeling, that sense of ‘awe’, what C.S.Lewis called ‘joy’. There’s a sense of the ‘transcendent’. It’s the ‘elusive’ high that the drug addict seeks. Paul Simon wrote the song the “mother and child reunion’ and that sense of expulsion from the ‘womb’ or the ‘severing of the umbilical cord’ or the ‘leaving home’.
Death is the ultimate fear that humans have though they remain in greatest denial about this, puffing themselves up, building all manner of attempts at ‘immorality’ from the reproductive family to a whole range of institutions and ultimately art. The ‘fountain of youth’, the rocket ships to another galaxy all are like medicine a search for pleasure and a flight from death.
Death is the great unknown. We go to sleep but Hamlet said, “to dream that is the rub’.
We’re a shallow, ignorant group today. Lots of business and words and grovelling but none of the truth of another day when the real questions were asked and discussed.
Today conversations are limited to reality tv and talking heads stupidity. The clever man amasses wealth. We are lazy.
War is due if only to challenge the complacent. A new pairs of shoes and a new breakfast cereal is all we really can grapple with.
Baptism, sin, repentance, right and wrong, holy spirit. “Like a dove”. Heaven.
In fear we don’t even look up or look inward any more. In fear we are caged and don’t disturb the cage. We kill the young before they are born. We kill our old.
Scott Peck described this world as a kindergarten.
Jesus participated in baptism.
A voice came from heaven: You are my son, whom I love, with you I am well pleased”. That’s not something I’ve heard in this world. When I look at my life I am to others mostly a failure. I have seen the disappointment of my parents, my teachers, my classmates, my family, my friends. The taxman is the most disappointed. I am utterly convinced today that my government would kill me for body parts they have so little faith in me or any other Canadian. They kill the children and now take refugees to teach abortion to.
When you get an atheist together, even a few, they’re fine fellows but whenever there have been many in a group they have destroyed society. Communists are aetheits. These leftist socialist have murdered hundreds of millions and persecuted everyone who is religion. The religion of atheism makes the religions of theism look cuddly by comparison.
But individually there will always been a Hitchens or Bertrand Russel. Academics. But in foxholes and at sea they say there are no atheists.
When one is faced with the great unknown, disease, that horrors of horrors, or death that ultimate unknown there’s a real challenge.
Working with thousands of suicidal people I offered to kill countless explaining I’d not intentionally murdered anyone and would gladly ‘experience’ this ‘new and novel’ ‘high’ with them allowing me to participate in achieving their ends. They were horrified at this because it meant ‘loss of control’.
The illusion of control is central. It’s not been the essence of the debate of the state sanctioned suicide, euthanasia. Yet when I offered to kill a person, none, not one, not a solitary individual, accepted the offer.
When I hit a fish over the head I ‘felt’ it’s life go out from it. I have ‘felt’ the ‘death’ of a carrot when I uprooted it and at it. I felt the death of a baby when I performed an abortion. I did not feel this when I took milk from the tit of a cow with my father and grandfather laughing as they squirted the milk in my face. I did not feel I had ‘killed’ like I did with the abortion and the fish, when I cut out cancer.
These are not things we discuss today.
I have been told it is ‘UnCanadian” to think and talk as I do. I have been consistently condemned for the actions that follow from these thoughts.
I have prayed for stupidity and smoked dope because when I did I ‘fit’ into the world as one who had drunk the kool aid. I didn’t ‘care’ when I was ‘wasted’ and I didn’t care when I was drunk. My heroin addicts tell me that the only problem with their addiction is not having enough money to support it. To this end the government is supplying free drugs, morphine now, but the plan is for heroin. The injection sites, distribution centres, are being established. Marijuana distribution sites are being extended.
Atheists have no ‘prohibition’. The fall of the USSR is said by some to be a product of the ‘vodka disease’, Russia was the only ‘modern’ nation to show a rise in ‘fetal mortality’ and this was directly a consequence of ‘fetal alcohol syndrome’.
Baptism by water by John was a public event. Crowds gathered at the Jordan river and participated in this community ritual for the individual.
I did.
I flew to Israel and was baptized in the Jordan river.
Jesus did too. (this is theologically complicated because hair splitters would argue that he was ‘without sin’ so that later he could be a ‘perfect sacrifice’ yet here he is ‘participating’ in a baptism.
Baptism is a ‘drowning’ like ‘ritual’. The individual who has been baptized is described as ‘reborn’ or ‘born again’. The old life is demarcated by this event when a new life begins. The prisoner is let out of jail with a ‘clean slate’.
In the Baptist Churches there is an actual pool, like a mini swimming pool, with sufficient depth that a minister can hold a person fully immersed.
The Anglicans, a much more effete and less robust Christian sect, sprinkle hair on the forehead.
It’s all in the symbolism.
Baptist sinners were sometimes held down by the minister who actually sometimes perceived with good intention he was drowning demons despite the sense that he was a bit sadistic and authoritarian. I saw a near drowning in my childhood church. The minister held this struggling woman underwater and there was a whole lot of thrashing and eventually he let her up blue. I expect her ‘baptism’ was much more ‘memorable’ than my own in the Anglican church “sprinkling."
The full immersion was however different but no more or less ‘memorable’ . Each in it’s own way was ’transcendent’ . Transcendent or pneuministic might be better described as ’spiritually orgasmic’.
Mark 1:4 “And so John the baptist appeared in the wilderness, preaching a a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins.”
Mark 1: 7 “After me comes the one more powerful than I, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to stoop down and unit. I baptize you will water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit."
Mark 1: 9 “At that time Jesus came from Nazareth in Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. Just as Jesus was coming up out of the water, he saw heaven being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove. And a voice from came from heaven: “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased."
Baptism is a central ritual of the Christian faith. At the time of the writing, John and Jesus were Jews. Indeed much of Christian history Christianity was thought to be an errant Jewish faith. The orthodox Jew therefore might well consider Jesus a minor prophet and teacher but that he is not the Messiah. There is a formalism in Judaism that Jesus challenged. He criticized the teachers of the law of his day, the leaders of the synagogue of his day and the bureaucrats of his day. King Herod is said to have tried to kill him even as a child because he was a threat to the political authority of the day.
Asked about money, he picked up a coin with the face of Cesar stamped on it and said, “Give unto Cesar, Cesar’s due.” There’s definitely an irony in this but he said his “Kingdom was in heaven”. There is a duality here.
Yet, we know from modern science and physics that Energy and Matter are one, except for appearance, matter, simply being slow energy. As scientists we accept the unseen whereas the materialists of an earlier day would say, “show me”. Electricity and wind and other forms of energy are today seen no longer as ‘spiritual forces’ but they once were. We are closer to understanding that which matters but not yet there. Heisenberg with his ‘uncertainty principle’ and Neils Bohr with his intuitive grasp of quanta pointed us further all the while Einstein insisted, ‘God does not play with dice’. Newton before him was a Godly man.
Central to the idea of baptism is this idea of ‘sin’. To sin meant in the day to ‘miss the mark’. It was likened to an archer aiming at a target, having the intention of hitting the bulls eye but despite all manner of effort unable to consistently 100% of the times actually shoot a bullseye. This deviance from perfection, the coordination between intent and outcome was what was at stake.
Modern ballistics continues to struggle with this ‘idea’. That’s just at the physical realm where the scientists continue to struggle with concepts of precision and consistency, all in an attempt to remove ‘confounding variables’ and ‘lab error’ . The words are different but the ideas of the ancients remain as true today as then.
I might indeed have ‘good intentions’ but the outcome is like my experience with love. Married I ‘loved’ with the best intentions to the best of my ability believing thoroughly that I was only to be perceived by my now ex wife as unloving. In my earlier life I really believed ‘all you need is love’ and devoted myself to the depth and exploration of romantic erotic love. Like the majority of rock and rollers, writers and artists of my day I failed.
I was thoroughly defeated by the abortion. Ironically the birth control pill which had promised freedom through prevention lead to the slippery slope that culminated in abortion. I was powerless to stop this result so that what had seemed like a good thing, pleasure, without consequence became the deepest injury. Homosexuality, anal sex, oral sex, masturbation all followed from the death of the child. Heterosexual love and children were so intertwined but the church and society celebrated murder in every form. I was a member of this society, and a murderer by association.
Repentance is an interesting word from another error, just like the word ‘sin’. Today there is a low brow approach to cause and effect. Determinism or fate suggests that there can be ‘no praise’ and ‘no blame’. Yet our society and most individuals I know who consider themselves ‘modern’ personally accept praise while rejecting blame. Most of the social constructs and isms are devoted to this ‘dualism’. Feminism attributes wrong to men and right to women. Racism attributes ‘oppression’ to the others and defines the terms of reference to a convenient era that excludes the period when the oppressed were themselves the oppressors. Nationalisms attribute good to their people and blame the outsides. There’s a kind of tribalism throughout the society and lawyers are mostly involved in playing this ‘blame game’. Everyone including murderers and pedophiles and whatever flavour of the month is in fashions claims ‘I’m right. You’re wrong’.
People worship the ‘law of the jungle’ and ‘survival of the fittest’. “Give unto cesar what is cesar’s due”. Yet Arendt’s description of the ‘banality of evil’ is lost on the present generation.
Sprinkling or immersion in water.
Forgiveness of sins.
There is inherent in this the consideration of ‘morality’. Morality is an individual code perhaps taken from the group ethics inculcated in the child by the social order. When great atheist Sartre said that God was dead, the great theist ,C.S. Lewis said that the evidence of death would take a generation or two to show because the morality and ethics of a country were created around the idea of God, that ‘ultimate’ expression of ‘good’.
Kultura was the idea of a national expression of the highest. Oswald Chambers book, “My Utmost for his Highest’ is laughable in today’s era where art is a woman’s shit on a piece of paper. Faeces art sells like Rapp and fashion like religion becomes a ‘who’s in’ with daily shifts of sentiment and emotion chasing the tail of the dragon, so much created in drug hazes and alcoholic blurs. The emperor has no clothes.
Holy Spirit is a strange word. When psychiatrists wrote of ‘discovering the unconscious’ they were addressing the ‘inner world’ concepts which were little appreciated in the ‘age of reason’. A man was judged by his ‘actions’. Everyone understood that a variety of thoughts and feelings preceded the act but policing moved into the judgement of language then ultimately ‘thought’. Today the ‘thought’ police are as evident as the ‘feeling or emotion’ police. We all must think a particular way and feel a particular way.
The one became many and the many became one. Someone along this line of development, this oscillating linear consideration there is a comfort zone for the individual. The struggle between isolation and participation is a lifelong process starting when the individual leaves the ‘fated’ family of origen to create a new family or new group.
Holy is a word that doesn’t get much air play today either.
Carl Jung, the great psychiatrist, described the nuministic feeling, that sense of ‘awe’, what C.S.Lewis called ‘joy’. There’s a sense of the ‘transcendent’. It’s the ‘elusive’ high that the drug addict seeks. Paul Simon wrote the song the “mother and child reunion’ and that sense of expulsion from the ‘womb’ or the ‘severing of the umbilical cord’ or the ‘leaving home’.
Death is the ultimate fear that humans have though they remain in greatest denial about this, puffing themselves up, building all manner of attempts at ‘immorality’ from the reproductive family to a whole range of institutions and ultimately art. The ‘fountain of youth’, the rocket ships to another galaxy all are like medicine a search for pleasure and a flight from death.
Death is the great unknown. We go to sleep but Hamlet said, “to dream that is the rub’.
We’re a shallow, ignorant group today. Lots of business and words and grovelling but none of the truth of another day when the real questions were asked and discussed.
Today conversations are limited to reality tv and talking heads stupidity. The clever man amasses wealth. We are lazy.
War is due if only to challenge the complacent. A new pairs of shoes and a new breakfast cereal is all we really can grapple with.
Baptism, sin, repentance, right and wrong, holy spirit. “Like a dove”. Heaven.
In fear we don’t even look up or look inward any more. In fear we are caged and don’t disturb the cage. We kill the young before they are born. We kill our old.
Scott Peck described this world as a kindergarten.
Jesus participated in baptism.
A voice came from heaven: You are my son, whom I love, with you I am well pleased”. That’s not something I’ve heard in this world. When I look at my life I am to others mostly a failure. I have seen the disappointment of my parents, my teachers, my classmates, my family, my friends. The taxman is the most disappointed. I am utterly convinced today that my government would kill me for body parts they have so little faith in me or any other Canadian. They kill the children and now take refugees to teach abortion to.
When you get an atheist together, even a few, they’re fine fellows but whenever there have been many in a group they have destroyed society. Communists are aetheits. These leftist socialist have murdered hundreds of millions and persecuted everyone who is religion. The religion of atheism makes the religions of theism look cuddly by comparison.
But individually there will always been a Hitchens or Bertrand Russel. Academics. But in foxholes and at sea they say there are no atheists.
When one is faced with the great unknown, disease, that horrors of horrors, or death that ultimate unknown there’s a real challenge.
Working with thousands of suicidal people I offered to kill countless explaining I’d not intentionally murdered anyone and would gladly ‘experience’ this ‘new and novel’ ‘high’ with them allowing me to participate in achieving their ends. They were horrified at this because it meant ‘loss of control’.
The illusion of control is central. It’s not been the essence of the debate of the state sanctioned suicide, euthanasia. Yet when I offered to kill a person, none, not one, not a solitary individual, accepted the offer.
When I hit a fish over the head I ‘felt’ it’s life go out from it. I have ‘felt’ the ‘death’ of a carrot when I uprooted it and at it. I felt the death of a baby when I performed an abortion. I did not feel this when I took milk from the tit of a cow with my father and grandfather laughing as they squirted the milk in my face. I did not feel I had ‘killed’ like I did with the abortion and the fish, when I cut out cancer.
These are not things we discuss today.
I have been told it is ‘UnCanadian” to think and talk as I do. I have been consistently condemned for the actions that follow from these thoughts.
I have prayed for stupidity and smoked dope because when I did I ‘fit’ into the world as one who had drunk the kool aid. I didn’t ‘care’ when I was ‘wasted’ and I didn’t care when I was drunk. My heroin addicts tell me that the only problem with their addiction is not having enough money to support it. To this end the government is supplying free drugs, morphine now, but the plan is for heroin. The injection sites, distribution centres, are being established. Marijuana distribution sites are being extended.
Atheists have no ‘prohibition’. The fall of the USSR is said by some to be a product of the ‘vodka disease’, Russia was the only ‘modern’ nation to show a rise in ‘fetal mortality’ and this was directly a consequence of ‘fetal alcohol syndrome’.
Baptism by water by John was a public event. Crowds gathered at the Jordan river and participated in this community ritual for the individual.
I did.
I flew to Israel and was baptized in the Jordan river.
Jesus did too. (this is theologically complicated because hair splitters would argue that he was ‘without sin’ so that later he could be a ‘perfect sacrifice’ yet here he is ‘participating’ in a baptism.
Baptism is a ‘drowning’ like ‘ritual’. The individual who has been baptized is described as ‘reborn’ or ‘born again’. The old life is demarcated by this event when a new life begins. The prisoner is let out of jail with a ‘clean slate’.
In the Baptist Churches there is an actual pool, like a mini swimming pool, with sufficient depth that a minister can hold a person fully immersed.
The Anglicans, a much more effete and less robust Christian sect, sprinkle hair on the forehead.
It’s all in the symbolism.
Baptist sinners were sometimes held down by the minister who actually sometimes perceived with good intention he was drowning demons despite the sense that he was a bit sadistic and authoritarian. I saw a near drowning in my childhood church. The minister held this struggling woman underwater and there was a whole lot of thrashing and eventually he let her up blue. I expect her ‘baptism’ was much more ‘memorable’ than my own in the Anglican church “sprinkling."
The full immersion was however different but no more or less ‘memorable’ . Each in it’s own way was ’transcendent’ . Transcendent or pneuministic might be better described as ’spiritually orgasmic’.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Napanee Vacation: Loyalist Cove and Toronto
I’m staying with my brother Ron and sister in law Adell, at their Hay Bay home near Napanee. Gilbert is so enjoying romping about the acreage, sniffing everything, with his cousin cockapoo, Eva. They’re quite the team. When one barks the other barks. Their capacity for excitement is unprecedented.
I shipped my sailboat to the Loyalist Cove Marina last fall so I’d be able to take my brother sailing this summer. With his pancreatic cancer stage 4 diagnosis I couldn’t expect him to come to the west coast to go sailing so I brought the boat to him. The SV Giri was stored through the winter in the Loyalist Cove Marina boat storage compound. Now their rigging crew are restoring the SV Giri to good working order. Ron and I watched the mast being stepped after the boat itself was lowered into the fresh water of Lake Ontario.
My niece in law, Tanya, my nephew, Andrew and a couple of their friends had painted the bottom of the boat with the antifouling paint they use for Lake Ontario. She also painted the topsides white which really makes the boat look presentable.
Ron’s cancer had stopped responding to the UBC chemotherapy protocol being provided by the Queen’s University, Department of Oncology at Kingston General Hospital. Dr. Anna Tomiak , the medical oncologist in charge of Ron’s care is truly an amazing clinician. Ron and my sister in law Adell, loved working with her residents as well.
Now Ron has been transferred to Dr. Aaron Hansen, at Princess Margaret Hospital for a new clinical trial. That’s what brings us to Toronto today. We’re staying at the Chelsea Hotel which is so community conscious that it has special accommodation and reduced rate for patients like Ron attending weekly chemotherapy from out of town.
Ron rode a Yamaha 100 cc motorcycle across Canada until his wife and mother of his three children told him she didn’t think motorcycles were the safest vehicle for young father’s with babies. Ron, who has always put his family first, sold his motorcycle. I shipped down the Yamaha 250 I’d got for my friend who decided she didn’t want to ride it in Vancouver traffic preferring the Smart Car instead. Ron’s not ridden it but it’s been there in his garage. He’s on the so called ‘blood thinner’ i.e. anticoagulant, Warfarin. So far he’s not taken the motorcycle out even though Adell supports him doing anything that will help him overcome his cancer.
Since the motorcycle has been there I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself riding it about the country roads of the Lennox and Addington county.
I rode to Belleville to attend a meeting one night and having been going back and forth from Hay Bay to Bath where the boat is now moored.
We attended Trinity United Church in Napaneee and witnessed confirmations and partook of communion. A very uplifting community church with a real depth of spirituality present.
On the weekend Ron and I and Adell drove over to Picton and up to the Restaurant at the Inn on the Lake on the Mountain. It was an incredible day of heat and family. Brexit had just occurred so politics was a topic of conversation. So much upheaval and so much confusion these days in the news with Canadian and American elections and now Brexit.
Meanwhile we were enjoying a lovely meal on a patio with blue skies. After Ron and Adell pointed out to me the Adolpho Reach where I’d be sailing in a day or two.
While Adell take care of the dogs and house Ron and I drove to Toronto yesterday on the busy 401 freeway. With some excitement and a few circles of the area we actually found the Chelsea Hotel and parked the car. Checked in, we walked over to a favourite Dim Sum restaurant that Ron and Adell had found on previous excursions. We had the best won ton and shrimp dim sum. I loved the sticky rice.
After we walked down Dundas and caught the subway at St. Patricks. I love the Toronto subway. So many good memories of riding it with my Aunt Sally and later with my first wife Baiba and then my second wife Maureen.
Ron and I were born in Toronto and when Aunt Sally was alive we both came to live with her for months at a time, lovely vacations with my mother’s extraordinary sister. We reminisced about her riding the subway, having tea with her and our cousin Ruth Anne.
Ron wanted to see the new Tezla car which was on display in their store in Yorkdale. I’d seen the Tezla car in Vancouver when it was first unveiled. Ron talked with the lovely sales staff and enjoyed learning more about the ins and outs of this $85,000 car. With his kayaking, bicycling and gardening my brother is very green. By comparison I was wearing my Harley Davidson t shirt and am not yet interested in electronic cars, not terribly impressed by the new electric harley either. I like the roar of the Harley engine and know ‘loud pipes save lives’. Nothing beats playing Steppenwolf, “Born to be Wild” on the stereo full blast heading down the freeway. Meanwhile the little Yamaha is all I need for the flat rolling country roads around here. Meanwhile Ron has the Tezla craze.
At the Bay I was able to get a sports jacket and slacks while Ron watched the soccer game. Back at the hotel we were both exhausted by all the walking and glad to get in the hot tub on the top floor.
Now I’ve got to catch up to Ron at the Princess Margaret. He was off early this morning to have his blood taken and wanted me to meeting him on the 18th floor. Now having had a coffee, I’ll catch up to him and wait to learn the results.
I shipped my sailboat to the Loyalist Cove Marina last fall so I’d be able to take my brother sailing this summer. With his pancreatic cancer stage 4 diagnosis I couldn’t expect him to come to the west coast to go sailing so I brought the boat to him. The SV Giri was stored through the winter in the Loyalist Cove Marina boat storage compound. Now their rigging crew are restoring the SV Giri to good working order. Ron and I watched the mast being stepped after the boat itself was lowered into the fresh water of Lake Ontario.
My niece in law, Tanya, my nephew, Andrew and a couple of their friends had painted the bottom of the boat with the antifouling paint they use for Lake Ontario. She also painted the topsides white which really makes the boat look presentable.
Ron’s cancer had stopped responding to the UBC chemotherapy protocol being provided by the Queen’s University, Department of Oncology at Kingston General Hospital. Dr. Anna Tomiak , the medical oncologist in charge of Ron’s care is truly an amazing clinician. Ron and my sister in law Adell, loved working with her residents as well.
Now Ron has been transferred to Dr. Aaron Hansen, at Princess Margaret Hospital for a new clinical trial. That’s what brings us to Toronto today. We’re staying at the Chelsea Hotel which is so community conscious that it has special accommodation and reduced rate for patients like Ron attending weekly chemotherapy from out of town.
Ron rode a Yamaha 100 cc motorcycle across Canada until his wife and mother of his three children told him she didn’t think motorcycles were the safest vehicle for young father’s with babies. Ron, who has always put his family first, sold his motorcycle. I shipped down the Yamaha 250 I’d got for my friend who decided she didn’t want to ride it in Vancouver traffic preferring the Smart Car instead. Ron’s not ridden it but it’s been there in his garage. He’s on the so called ‘blood thinner’ i.e. anticoagulant, Warfarin. So far he’s not taken the motorcycle out even though Adell supports him doing anything that will help him overcome his cancer.
Since the motorcycle has been there I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself riding it about the country roads of the Lennox and Addington county.
I rode to Belleville to attend a meeting one night and having been going back and forth from Hay Bay to Bath where the boat is now moored.
We attended Trinity United Church in Napaneee and witnessed confirmations and partook of communion. A very uplifting community church with a real depth of spirituality present.
On the weekend Ron and I and Adell drove over to Picton and up to the Restaurant at the Inn on the Lake on the Mountain. It was an incredible day of heat and family. Brexit had just occurred so politics was a topic of conversation. So much upheaval and so much confusion these days in the news with Canadian and American elections and now Brexit.
Meanwhile we were enjoying a lovely meal on a patio with blue skies. After Ron and Adell pointed out to me the Adolpho Reach where I’d be sailing in a day or two.
While Adell take care of the dogs and house Ron and I drove to Toronto yesterday on the busy 401 freeway. With some excitement and a few circles of the area we actually found the Chelsea Hotel and parked the car. Checked in, we walked over to a favourite Dim Sum restaurant that Ron and Adell had found on previous excursions. We had the best won ton and shrimp dim sum. I loved the sticky rice.
After we walked down Dundas and caught the subway at St. Patricks. I love the Toronto subway. So many good memories of riding it with my Aunt Sally and later with my first wife Baiba and then my second wife Maureen.
Ron and I were born in Toronto and when Aunt Sally was alive we both came to live with her for months at a time, lovely vacations with my mother’s extraordinary sister. We reminisced about her riding the subway, having tea with her and our cousin Ruth Anne.
Ron wanted to see the new Tezla car which was on display in their store in Yorkdale. I’d seen the Tezla car in Vancouver when it was first unveiled. Ron talked with the lovely sales staff and enjoyed learning more about the ins and outs of this $85,000 car. With his kayaking, bicycling and gardening my brother is very green. By comparison I was wearing my Harley Davidson t shirt and am not yet interested in electronic cars, not terribly impressed by the new electric harley either. I like the roar of the Harley engine and know ‘loud pipes save lives’. Nothing beats playing Steppenwolf, “Born to be Wild” on the stereo full blast heading down the freeway. Meanwhile the little Yamaha is all I need for the flat rolling country roads around here. Meanwhile Ron has the Tezla craze.
At the Bay I was able to get a sports jacket and slacks while Ron watched the soccer game. Back at the hotel we were both exhausted by all the walking and glad to get in the hot tub on the top floor.
Now I’ve got to catch up to Ron at the Princess Margaret. He was off early this morning to have his blood taken and wanted me to meeting him on the 18th floor. Now having had a coffee, I’ll catch up to him and wait to learn the results.
Napanee Vacation: Loyalist Cove and Toronto
I’m staying with my brother Ron and sister in law Adell, at their Hay Bay home near Napanee. Gilbert is so enjoying romping about the acreage, sniffing everything, with his cousin cockapoo, Eva. They’re quite the team. When one barks the other barks. Their capacity for excitement is unprecedented.
I shipped my sailboat to the Loyalist Cove Marina last fall so I’d be able to take my brother sailing this summer. With his pancreatic cancer stage 4 diagnosis I couldn’t expect him to come to the west coast to go sailing so I brought the boat to him. The SV Giri was stored through the winter in the Loyalist Cove Marina boat storage compound. Now their rigging crew are restoring the SV Giri to good working order. Ron and I watched the mast being stepped after the boat itself was lowered into the fresh water of Lake Ontario.
My niece in law, Tanya, my nephew, Andrew and a couple of their friends had painted the bottom of the boat with the antifouling paint they use for Lake Ontario. She also painted the topsides white which really makes the boat look presentable.
Ron’s cancer had stopped responding to the UBC chemotherapy protocol being provided by the Queen’s University, Department of Oncology at Kingston General Hospital. Dr. Anna Tomiak , the medical oncologist in charge of Ron’s care is truly an amazing clinician. Ron and my sister in law Adell, loved working with her residents as well.
Now Ron has been transferred to Dr. Aaron Hansen, at Princess Margaret Hospital for a new clinical trial. That’s what brings us to Toronto today. We’re staying at the Chelsea Hotel which is so community conscious that it has special accommodation and reduced rate for patients like Ron attending weekly chemotherapy from out of town.
Ron rode a Yamaha 100 cc motorcycle across Canada until his wife and mother of his three children told him she didn’t think motorcycles were the safest vehicle for young father’s with babies. Ron, who has always put his family first, sold his motorcycle. I shipped down the Yamaha 250 I’d got for my friend who decided she didn’t want to ride it in Vancouver traffic preferring the Smart Car instead. Ron’s not ridden it but it’s been there in his garage. He’s on the so called ‘blood thinner’ i.e. anticoagulant, Warfarin. So far he’s not taken the motorcycle out even though Adell supports him doing anything that will help him overcome his cancer.
Since the motorcycle has been there I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself riding it about the country roads of the Lennox and Addington county.
I rode to Belleville to attend a meeting one night and having been going back and forth from Hay Bay to Bath where the boat is now moored.
We attended Trinity United Church in Napaneee and witnessed confirmations and partook of communion. A very uplifting community church with a real depth of spirituality present.
On the weekend Ron and I and Adell drove over to Picton and up to the Restaurant at the Inn on the Lake on the Mountain. It was an incredible day of heat and family. Brexit had just occurred so politics was a topic of conversation. So much upheaval and so much confusion these days in the news with Canadian and American elections and now Brexit.
Meanwhile we were enjoying a lovely meal on a patio with blue skies. After Ron and Adell pointed out to me the Adolpho Reach where I’d be sailing in a day or two.
While Adell take care of the dogs and house Ron and I drove to Toronto yesterday on the busy 401 freeway. With some excitement and a few circles of the area we actually found the Chelsea Hotel and parked the car. Checked in, we walked over to a favourite Dim Sum restaurant that Ron and Adell had found on previous excursions. We had the best won ton and shrimp dim sum. I loved the sticky rice.
After we walked down Dundas and caught the subway at St. Patricks. I love the Toronto subway. So many good memories of riding it with my Aunt Sally and later with my first wife Baiba and then my second wife Maureen.
Ron and I were born in Toronto and when Aunt Sally was alive we both came to live with her for months at a time, lovely vacations with my mother’s extraordinary sister. We reminisced about her riding the subway, having tea with her and our cousin Ruth Anne.
Ron wanted to see the new Tezla car which was on display in their store in Yorkdale. I’d seen the Tezla car in Vancouver when it was first unveiled. Ron talked with the lovely sales staff and enjoyed learning more about the ins and outs of this $85,000 car. With his kayaking, bicycling and gardening my brother is very green. By comparison I was wearing my Harley Davidson t shirt and am not yet interested in electronic cars, not terribly impressed by the new electric harley either. I like the roar of the Harley engine and know ‘loud pipes save lives’. Nothing beats playing Steppenwolf, “Born to be Wild” on the stereo full blast heading down the freeway. Meanwhile the little Yamaha is all I need for the flat rolling country roads around here. Meanwhile Ron has the Tezla craze.
At the Bay I was able to get a sports jacket and slacks while Ron watched the soccer game. Back at the hotel we were both exhausted by all the walking and glad to get in the hot tub on the top floor.
Now I’ve got to catch up to Ron at the Princess Margaret. He was off early this morning to have his blood taken and wanted me to meeting him on the 18th floor. Now having had a coffee, I’ll catch up to him and wait to learn the results.
I shipped my sailboat to the Loyalist Cove Marina last fall so I’d be able to take my brother sailing this summer. With his pancreatic cancer stage 4 diagnosis I couldn’t expect him to come to the west coast to go sailing so I brought the boat to him. The SV Giri was stored through the winter in the Loyalist Cove Marina boat storage compound. Now their rigging crew are restoring the SV Giri to good working order. Ron and I watched the mast being stepped after the boat itself was lowered into the fresh water of Lake Ontario.
My niece in law, Tanya, my nephew, Andrew and a couple of their friends had painted the bottom of the boat with the antifouling paint they use for Lake Ontario. She also painted the topsides white which really makes the boat look presentable.
Ron’s cancer had stopped responding to the UBC chemotherapy protocol being provided by the Queen’s University, Department of Oncology at Kingston General Hospital. Dr. Anna Tomiak , the medical oncologist in charge of Ron’s care is truly an amazing clinician. Ron and my sister in law Adell, loved working with her residents as well.
Now Ron has been transferred to Dr. Aaron Hansen, at Princess Margaret Hospital for a new clinical trial. That’s what brings us to Toronto today. We’re staying at the Chelsea Hotel which is so community conscious that it has special accommodation and reduced rate for patients like Ron attending weekly chemotherapy from out of town.
Ron rode a Yamaha 100 cc motorcycle across Canada until his wife and mother of his three children told him she didn’t think motorcycles were the safest vehicle for young father’s with babies. Ron, who has always put his family first, sold his motorcycle. I shipped down the Yamaha 250 I’d got for my friend who decided she didn’t want to ride it in Vancouver traffic preferring the Smart Car instead. Ron’s not ridden it but it’s been there in his garage. He’s on the so called ‘blood thinner’ i.e. anticoagulant, Warfarin. So far he’s not taken the motorcycle out even though Adell supports him doing anything that will help him overcome his cancer.
Since the motorcycle has been there I’ve been thoroughly enjoying myself riding it about the country roads of the Lennox and Addington county.
I rode to Belleville to attend a meeting one night and having been going back and forth from Hay Bay to Bath where the boat is now moored.
We attended Trinity United Church in Napaneee and witnessed confirmations and partook of communion. A very uplifting community church with a real depth of spirituality present.
On the weekend Ron and I and Adell drove over to Picton and up to the Restaurant at the Inn on the Lake on the Mountain. It was an incredible day of heat and family. Brexit had just occurred so politics was a topic of conversation. So much upheaval and so much confusion these days in the news with Canadian and American elections and now Brexit.
Meanwhile we were enjoying a lovely meal on a patio with blue skies. After Ron and Adell pointed out to me the Adolpho Reach where I’d be sailing in a day or two.
While Adell take care of the dogs and house Ron and I drove to Toronto yesterday on the busy 401 freeway. With some excitement and a few circles of the area we actually found the Chelsea Hotel and parked the car. Checked in, we walked over to a favourite Dim Sum restaurant that Ron and Adell had found on previous excursions. We had the best won ton and shrimp dim sum. I loved the sticky rice.
After we walked down Dundas and caught the subway at St. Patricks. I love the Toronto subway. So many good memories of riding it with my Aunt Sally and later with my first wife Baiba and then my second wife Maureen.
Ron and I were born in Toronto and when Aunt Sally was alive we both came to live with her for months at a time, lovely vacations with my mother’s extraordinary sister. We reminisced about her riding the subway, having tea with her and our cousin Ruth Anne.
Ron wanted to see the new Tezla car which was on display in their store in Yorkdale. I’d seen the Tezla car in Vancouver when it was first unveiled. Ron talked with the lovely sales staff and enjoyed learning more about the ins and outs of this $85,000 car. With his kayaking, bicycling and gardening my brother is very green. By comparison I was wearing my Harley Davidson t shirt and am not yet interested in electronic cars, not terribly impressed by the new electric harley either. I like the roar of the Harley engine and know ‘loud pipes save lives’. Nothing beats playing Steppenwolf, “Born to be Wild” on the stereo full blast heading down the freeway. Meanwhile the little Yamaha is all I need for the flat rolling country roads around here. Meanwhile Ron has the Tezla craze.
At the Bay I was able to get a sports jacket and slacks while Ron watched the soccer game. Back at the hotel we were both exhausted by all the walking and glad to get in the hot tub on the top floor.
Now I’ve got to catch up to Ron at the Princess Margaret. He was off early this morning to have his blood taken and wanted me to meeting him on the 18th floor. Now having had a coffee, I’ll catch up to him and wait to learn the results.
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