Drifting down the stream...

"Well, in our country," said Alice, still panting a little, "you'd generally get to somewhere else — if you run very fast for a long time, as we've been doing."
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!"
Lewis Carroll

Summer has been busy, with not enough time for reading everything I wanted.  On the plus side, that means a nice little stack of books waiting on my bedside table. Not too much fiction in that pile right now. I do hope to pick up some more books this fall. Wonder what Books in Canada will be reviewing.

As for the moving.  I think that it should feel like a move forward, if you understand what I mean. It rather just feels like a move crosswise.  A change of scenery, as it were.  A novelty, which will wear off eventually.  It's a good thing it is not like a marriage! (Although, there must be many people who change habitats and relationships at the same time.  I wonder how stressful that is.) Or could it be a 'non" move as in, did we really go anywhere new? Much too much thinking before a late breakfast, hmm?

 Well, as with every summer, I have tried to enjoy as many "summer" activities as possible:
- reading, of the lighter kind of reading, including at least one horror novel, one crime novel, and one current best seller.
-gardening - this year rather interesting, with mainly container gardening, and mainly annuals
- travelling - into B.C for the first trip, and then around Alberta, sticking close to mountains, and also Edmonton and Calgary
- movies at home late at night - certain movies, which must include Jurassic Park, Twister, The Shining, and at least one animated Walt Disney movie.
- cleaning up one major area of the home - this year, moving! cleaning up and rearranging will be ongoing.


In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?
Lewis Carroll


Am I the only one who finds these lines terribly melancholy? When I was a child, understanding that life wasse just a dream was a frightening concept.  That Death would come too quickly, and likely  when we approached death, that is exactly what we would thnk, oh where did our time go ... . Well, this particular golden summer is over (work dictates it so). And, contrariwise,  I choose to end this post here with a picture to illustrate, not Carroll's perspective, but James' perfect "summer afternoon".