Rambling

The good old days … Well today’s font of all wisdom, the Net Guru, tells me in 1906 Canadians paid four cents a pound for sugar.

The good old days …

Well today’s font of all wisdom, the Net Guru, tells me in 1906 Canadians paid four cents a pound for sugar.

Eggs cost 14 cents a dozen, coffee 15 cents a pound, and most women washed their hair once a month, with soap, borax or egg yolks, not shampoo.

It easy to accept when he also tells us only 14 per cent of the homes in Canada had a bathtub, and the average worker, one per family, usually the man, brought home an annual income between $200 to $400.

At the same time, in their wisdom, lawmakers apparently passed legislation prohibiting poor people from entering the country, for any reason.

An income of $200 a year is but a bit less than a hop, skip and a jump from being poor isn’t it? It makes you wonder what they were up to, eh?

Aha, it gets better — only eight per cent of Canadians had a telephone, so the rest of us had to talk to one another face to face, not from the restaurant table, the can or the car. Now isn’t that a naive concept?

Still trying to impress us, Net Guru goes on to tell us that 95 per cent of all births in Canada took place at home, which is understandable if their next claim is on the mark.

According the guru, 90 per cent of all Canadian doctors did not have a college education. Instead, they attended medical schools — many of which were, according to the government, sub-standard.

And then the guru delves into the heavy stuff: crossword puzzles, iced tea, and canned beer hadn’t been discovered.

There wasn’t a Mother’s Day or a Father’s Day, and there was no Chocolate of the Month Club, despite the fact that chocolate had been “discovered” in 1849.

All of which might explain the average life expectancy in Canada was 47 years.

Ah, the good old days.

“Change is the one constant in the world,” according to Confucius and many other wise ones from ancient times.

Although there is one thing, which hasn’t changed all that much. 

People!

The way we are, and were, and always will be, bionics be damned. We’ll move, but one step at a time no matter what, or how fast, or whatever our vehicle may be.

And guess what? The guru is working on that too: Slow is on the way, and food is but one of the 160,000,000 ‘slow’ items the Net Guru gives us to choose from.

Slow Food, for example, was founded in 1986. It’s an international organization “whose aim is to protect the pleasures of the table from the homogenization of modern fast food and life.”

It now boasts 80,000 members in more than 100 countries. Who is to say, maybe the next ‘wave’ will be the Slow Wave.

Hope springs eternal, right?

Our Net Guru came up with 377,000,000 choices for ‘hope,’ so it seems close to eternal.

I hope slow comes your way at the right time, in the right place, and have fun, and enjoy some ‘slow food’ at Rendezvous.

A tip of the hat to the hard-working crew who put it all together, and takes it all apart when it’s over. It’s always worth the time and energy you invest in it.

Lost …

A man traveling in a hot air balloon realized he was lost.

He reduced altitude when he spotted a woman below, and shouted to her, “Excuse me, I’m lost, and I’m an hour late for an appointment, can you help me?”

The woman replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 60 and 61 degrees north latitude and between 134 and 135 degrees west longitude.”

“You must be an engineer,” said the balloonist.

“I am,” replied the woman. “How did you know?”

“Well, everything you told me is, I guess, technically correct. You’ve given me more than I need, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost. Frankly you’ve not been much help so far.”

She replied, “You must be a politician?”

“I am. How did you know?”

“Well, you don’t know where you are, or where you’re going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air; you made a promise you have no idea how to keep and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems.

“The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it’s my fault.”

Keep well!