Monthly Archives: August 2015






You voices won’t leave me alone!

“We have things that need expressing and we have chosen you to express them.”

Why me?

“Why not you?”

But I have other projects demanding my time, and I’m dealing with financial concerns.

“We know, but you can still make the time to listen to us and write.”

I would like to.

“You know that you do not feel good when you don’t write.”

I know, but—

“No buts.”

I want to get these other projects done, and then I will have more time to listen to you and write.

“There will always be something.  Life is a series of somethings.  You make the time in spite of life’s somethings.”

I’m listening to you now, aren’t I?

“That’s good.  It’s a start.”



One hundred and fifteen point nine cents per liter, reads the gas station sign.  If the oil companies list their prices this way, then most people do not realize that they are paying almost $5.00 per gallon.  (A liter and a quart are about the same.  1 quart = 0.946 liters)

Canada got rid of the penny in February, 2013.  The government said that prices would be rounded off to the nearest nickel.  That never happened.   Stores and gas stations still list their prices with pennies.  I have yet to find a store that lists its prices to the nearest nickel.  And gas stations list tenths of cents in their prices.  The penny no longer exists, yet oil companies break the non-existent penny into tenths.

“We’re going to charge you nine-tenths of something that no longer exists,” say the oil companies.

“Duh, okay,” say the Canadian sheeple.

Prices are rounded off to the nearest nickel if you pay cash at the checkout.  An item costing $4.97 is $4.95 with a cash payment.  If the item is $4.98, then it costs $5.00.  If you pay by check, debit or credit card, then you are charged $4.97 with no rounding off to the nearest nickel.

The penny exists only on paper, and nowhere else.  Sounds like a scam to me, but what do I know?  My thoughts are worth something that does not exist.









newspaperThe public would stop the good guys from bombing the bad guys if the collateral damage from the bombs included lions named Cecil, and other members of the animal kingdom.


Canada votes on October 19 for a prime minister and his ruling party.  Prime Minister Stephen Harper announced the campaign on August 2.  People are calling it the longest campaign in Canadian history.  It’s only 78 days, but the average campaign, for the past 10 elections, is 46 days.  If the average Canadian campaign is 46 days, and 78 days is long, then the campaign for president of the United States is an eternity.


Wars, elections, rapes, robberies, accidents and murders.  The names change, but the stories stay the same.



I saw a man in a public washroom, this morning, at a urinal while talking on his cell phone.  It’s a good thing he had two hands because he had his cell phone to his ear with one hand.  The other hand — well you get the picture.

Later in the day, I was in another public washroom.  A man in a stall was sitting and doing a word that sounds like sitting while talking on his cell phone.  What is going on?

This was the first time I have seen men talking on their cell phones while in a washroom, and it happened twice in the same day.    How important are their lives that they can’t take a few minutes to go to the bathroom, and then babble on their cell phones once finished?

People I spoke to about it told me that they see it all the time?  They said that it’s a common occurrence.  Really?  Is this use of technology going to far?



What if I won a lottery and had more money than I knew what to do with?  Would there be  shortage of advice from long-lost relatives and distant friends on how to spend my money?  Would I suddenly become worthwhile to people who now see me as worthless?  Would these people line up to kiss my feet, and another lower part of my body?

When I have lots of money people call me “Mr. Johnston.”   When don’t have money people call me “Gary.”  I am the same person whether I have money: a slightly less than average amazing guy.   It is other people’s reactions towards me that changes.  How much money I have determines their reactions.

I would be an average amazing guy if it wasn’t for my inferiority complex.  I developed an inferiority complex because my father raised me to think of myself as a human being.  How can I feel superior to anything given what we humans do to each other and the environment?

My inferiority complex does not stop me from feeling worthwhile.  Whether I have money does not stop me from feeling worthwhile.  Some see me as a bad example.  Good!  I am an excellent bad example, and worthwhile no matter what.

Does money feel worthwhile when it has lots of people?



The library computer said that a book was,  “Not Available – Search In Progress.”   Common sense would say, “The book is lost.  No sense in checking the shelf.”  But my gut said, “Check the shelf.”  I did and the book was there.  How long was this book sitting on the shelf while the computer said that it was not available?

The grocery store will reduce almost-stale bread to fifty percent off.  The reduced-bread was on sale before its best-before date.  I asked the clerk, “Is it fifty percent off the original price, or fifty percent off the sale price.  The clerk said with such authority, “It’s fifty percent off the original price.”  Common sense would say, “The store clerk knows what he is talking about.”  My gut said, “Buy it and you’ll see it is fifty percent off the sale price.”  I did, and it was.  It is supposed to be fifty percent off the original price, but some human being made a mistake when programing the price information.  (Imagine that, a human being making a mistake.)

I have been late in filing my income taxes.  It’s because the dog ate my homework, and interference from sunspots.  I know, it sounds silly.  I don’t blame the tax people for not believing me.

The tax guy told me, “You will not receive any money from us until you file all your tax returns.  We will hold any money the government owes you, and that includes sales-tax refunds.”  Common sense would say, “Don’t count on receiving any checks.”   My gut feeling said,”A sales-tax refund check will arrive before you send all your tax returns.”   What a nice surprise when it did!

I do not always understand my gut feelings, but I trust them more than I trust common sense.

“Don’t try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.”

                                                         – Madeleine L’ Engle