originally written three years ago.
Paintings by Munch. Sometimes I (Ric) get so depressed. I feel I am drowning in a black pool of murky slime. Luckily my mood changes again. Either I am crazy or I am sane and everyone else is crazy. Whisky helps though. "Whisky when a man is well makes him sick. Whisky makes a man well when he is sick." Bet you can't say that without looking at the page. You have to end with "sick" both times. My father told a joke, a little rhyme: "As I was walking down the street, I saw a man with several feet and each foot had twenty toes. He used them all to pick his nose."
A favorite conundrum of my dad and his siblings was "A man was looking at a photograph and said "Brothers and sisters have I none, but this man's father is my father's son." What is the relationship between the man and who he was looking at?"
Another one was "Two Americans in uniform were walking across the Harbour Bridge during the Second World War. One was the father of the other one's son. What relationship were they to one another?" (That seems easy now, because attitudes have changed.) A family math question every kid was asked was "What's twice the half of 2 and a half?" and then to rattle the questioned one "Come on now. Don't be all day with the answer."
I, like other members of the family, was sent to the tool box to get a left-handed hammer.
I live in an area of
I usually take the bus downtown about ten a.m. and go to my bank etc and then to a senior’s centre where I talk to some acquaintances and then go a block to the Community college and buy fresh bread and apple strudels or blueberry pies. I meet several acquaintances in the dining room where I sometimes have excellentChinese food.
I had a friend who died several months ago. He was just over eighty. Lung cancer. He was a millionaire, owning a small hotel several blocks away and a racehorse that actually won some times. He did not leave a will. You can imagine the trouble that is causing. Another friend Lenora a kiwi travel writer is trying to straighten things out with lawyers.
Another friend whose name is Richards was his best buddy and misses him. Richards has a second wife who is getting altzheimers. His first wife died from cancer when she was 57. He is 80 and a retired math high school teacher. Richards’ father came from
When I came here in 1961 from
I soon gave that up to become a painter selling my paintings in a gallery I rented in