Trees & Ladders

Fruits of my labour?

Well George, it was my dream years ago to to gather up the fruits of my own labour and bring them to market and earn a fair and honest wage.
Hmmmmm … Never happened George … Trees were too high I guess. Stepladder? Well I did have one once. Somebody borrowed it … Well actually I took it to them … Did some volunteer work for them and the ladder is still there … Well I’d need a truck to pick it up … Won’t fit into my wee vehicle. Just one more round-tuit in my life. No George, they didn’t offer to return it. Besides I’m getting a bit too old to be climbing those trees.

I digress … There I was intending to tell you what I’d do with the proceeds of my long long life … That is if I had ever managed to exchange the fruits of my labour for a decent wage. Yes yes George I know … Nobody wants to hear a sob story.

Well it used to be that I tried to be prepared for the day my ship would finally come in … Sigh … I’d read all these long notices and collect the best advice on what to do with my money, how to invest it, what charities and foundations I would support, how I would …

Yes George I guessed you might say that.

Well I admit it George … I still find it tempting to peruse the odd bit of writing that might have been useful had my dreams been realized.

Here is the sort of thing I am talking about George:

Thinking of home

Thinking of home.

Sorry but I had that wrong. The view in this photo is not from the bottom of Bathurst Village Hill. It is looking across the causeway from the bottom of Queen Street just below where Queen meets with Riverside Drive.
The only thing missing these days is people fishing from the short section of bridge on the causeway.