Hello to my Saturday morning ‘crowd’. All week the ‘plague’ of the Tent Caterpillars continued. Yesterday I felt that I needed to take the little fishing boat with my vintage Johnson motor for the season opening test run. I discovered that first I had to sit at the dock to remove several hundred of the little buggers. Likewise using the grill it’s sweep the deck steps prior to venturing out; I think it’s getting better and this morning there are none in my coffee.

The scope of what happens when these insects are unleashed can be seen on our driveway – normally it’s a lush, green, canopy of Maple and Birch; now the sun pours in since the leaves have been stripped bare.

”Faith sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible” ~ Corrie Ten Boom

The quote is because of the letter that Dr. Charles Krauthammer wrote to his coworkers and to folk such as me, his listeners. He announced that due to cancer he’s only got a couple of weeks. Krauthammer, a quadriplegic due to a diving accident while in medical school still graduated. A brilliant thinker, absolutely fair, and clever to boot he was absolutely rational in all of his political reporting and probably made Fox News’ Special Report the force that it’s become. Peace be with you.

Article 35 – is a 1982 add-on to Canada’s Constitution. Thanks to Trudeau the First, an innocuous line or two were added. Basically it stated that any claims generated by aboriginal peoples, Métis, and Inuit have to be treated as legitimate. No big deal. Correct?


A decade or so later the various tribes started filing a number of claims, most about right to land ownership and access. Because of those couple of lines inserted in 1982 a centuries old document these claims can’t just be pushed aside. Currently Canada is dealing with over a thousand of such claims.

Our summer place could be impacted. Our property would stay ours, but what could happen to everything around us could have ramifications. Also, consider what could happen to the tax base which provides services and infrastructure?

Last evening several of us went to town to listen to one of Canada’s premier attorneys on the subject as he painted the broad picture. Sadly, he really had little detail on our area’s specific claim (it deals with a single word in an 1850s Treaty struck between Britain and the local native population). And then as the citizenry discovered, that typical to government dealings most anything that is going on is treated as ‘confidential’ and a solution could easily be a decade away. Don’t you love it?

The 500 million – As you know, I love coffee; and I don’t drink any of that ‘Frapadoodledoo’ stuff. What this means is that for my favorite drink, coffee, I never use any straw, not one!

But, I read that 500-million straws end up and clutter the oceans and a full-court press to eradicate straws is now in the works — it’s the new ‘hip’ thing.

Is it those of us in the fly-over part of the country who run to the nearest beach to toss in our single-use straw? Seriously, have you ever tossed anything into the ocean? It always comes floating right back. But then, governmental ‘leaders’ love to deal with anything trivial. The more inane, the crazier the ruling generated; most makes little or no sense.

From my lakeside in Canada; hey people, there are bigger fish to fry.

Just as an aside, why not just ask do-good restaurants to only use biodegradable straws – voluntarily. All Bistros, craft breweries, and Papa John Pizza places would jump on the bandwagon. Now only a small minority of 1950s style Diners, with a waitresses hired in at opening, would be a problem and they’d learn soon enough.

I need a straw for my ice-tea – hate ice on my teeth. Sip quick enough and I’d be able to finish it before the straw dissolves into a tiny lump of corn meal on the bottom of my glass. Just sayin’.

Happenings – excitement is mounting. Next week Kirstin, Derek, and Kellen will arrive. So far we’ve planned for some neat things to do (plus a proper amount of down time).

Marin has begun his summer apprenticeship work with ArtWorks. The mural he’ll be working on is, I believe, Cincinnati’s new Health Center. I love the design and the colors.

All we know is that the Ongoleas did arrive in Tonga safely. Since then its gone quiet (connectivity is much more difficult from the islands). But we’ll hear soon enough.

And, most importantly, my back is better! The Lumbago be gone!

Finis – This evening all the family members on the lake are heading to the nearby Outpost Lodge for a family style dinner and Happy Hour – tonight it’s chicken.

In a little while Paul, Donn, and I will be off to the town of Bruce Mines (population 400) for a Car Show.

My neighbor had a large tree between his cabin and his Bunkie that was leaning badly over both. This week it was dropped perfectly between both places without a scratch on either.

The past few days I haven’t seen the little Mink go scurrying by with dinner in its mouth (usually a field mouse) {add-on: Marcia just spotted it going by, this time with a Chipmunk in it’s mouth]. Yesterday I spotted two Beavers swimming by in the early morning hours returning to their lodge in the cove. And it’s every day or two that a large ‘V’ formation of Canadian Geese passes over on their way to parts further north. Finally, our nesting pair of Tree Swallows are as entertaining as ever.

Make it a great week everybody.


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