that isn't what it wasn't

So much and yet so little, like a kite flying underwater.

I believe the cicada I heard on Tuesday afternoon (Oct 2) is likely the last one this year.

Today may be the last day I am able to wear shorts and t-shirt comfortably when outdoors, like I did this morning when I went for a 9.6km walk. My work has a Wellness corporate group who has organized that anyone of the ~21000 employees can participate to walk or run and measure steps with the goal of a distance equal to circumnavigating the world twice. I have no way to measure steps, so using a variety of means have calculated the steps I probably do for a specific 5km run, the specific 9.6km walk I did this morning and a handful of other specific routes I take. At the time of this posting I am at around 40k steps since Monday.

That a turnip would be performing on stage, the third most recognized soliloquy that Ernest Hemingway would have considered presenting, would be welcomed with certainty.

During one of my walks recently I encountered a skeleton the height of two people, it was enormous:

The weekend just past I went to visit with my parents, my mom isn't doing so well with the Frontal Temporal Dementia taking its toll on her. In the preceding week, my dad told me, the CLSC Case Manager and he, based on all of the feedback from everyone dealing with my mom, decided to put her on the waiting list to get into a permanent care come. On such a waiting list it could be she goes in the next month or two, or it could take as long as 18 months.

While I was at their house I found this stylish guy:

Also while I was at their house I discovered a 1996 train schedule:

The most notable differences between the schedule then and today's schedule is on weekday nights now there is only one train at 21h15 instead of two (at 20h and 22h45) and today's trains no longer go as far as Rigaud, Hudson is now the last stop.

There is another topic I have to write about, but that will come tomorrow.