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Charlie Watts
1941 – 2021
RIP

Charlie_Watts_Berlinale_2008.jpg: Siebbi derivative work: Miss-Sophie, Charlie Watts Berlinale 2008 cropped, CC BY 3.0

A less-happy side-effect of being gifted a moderately long life (and one of course with many years yet to run – one hopes!) is that as one ages one increasingly observes the passing not just of those who are close and loved, but also of major ‘public’ figures whose achievements and even whose simple existence has throughout the years touched the lives of so many. In this online journal I like to acknowledge those whose very passing, in my view, changes the world as we know it.

I was never the biggest Rolling Stones fan but I certainly acknowledge their genius within their field. At least two of their works are, as far as I am concerned, timeless classics: ‘Gimme Shelter‘ and ‘You Can’t Always Get What you Want‘.

I saw them once – at the old Wembley Stadium in London. Jagger was extraordinary but as a whole they somewhat underwhelmed. Even in that show, however, I couldn’t help but recognise the essential contribution that Charlie Watts made to the band’s sound. There are many technically gifted drummers in the world but there are few whose style is so distinctive that – even when maintaining a simple back-beat – they are instantly recognisable. Charlie Watts was numbered amongst that elite.

The many tributes already published make it clear that Watts was a thoroughly likeable, modest and self-effacing man who contrived to make it relatively unscathed through the mayhem that seemed to exemplify the Stones existence back in the latter part of the last century.

Can the Stones continue touring without Charlie Watts? Should they? Who knows – but he will be sadly missed by many…

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This year and more in lockdown (or even semi-lockdown) has been a strange time in so many ways. We have become accustomed to a completely different rhythm of life and some of the things that we used to take for granted seem now to belong to such a distant past that we can scarce remember them.

It has been such a long time since we ventured outside a relatively small area at the southern tip of Vancouver Island that it feels almost as though the rest of the world has ceased to exist other than through the TV (or other electronic device) screen… which never quite feels real.

And yet…

Of late, something in Canada (and doubtless elsewhere) has shifted. A significant number of us are now fully vaccinated and here in BC things have started opening up again. Many stores no longer require masks to be worn (they merely recommend it) and the directional arrows on their floors have started to disappear. In our local store the dividers that we once used at the checkouts (to prevent our shopping fraternizing with anyone else’s) have made a re-appearance for the first time since March last year.

I am beginning to think about teaching in the lecture room again in the Fall and all of those entertainments and enticements that have been closed down throughout the pandemic are starting to re-emerge blinking into the daylight.

And now – here I am writing this post in Kamloops – an hour and a forty minutes on the ferry and a four and a half hour drive from our home on the island!

Wow! How (and why) did that happen?

Well – for that you will have to await our return on Monday. I will explain all once we are back home…

Back in the saddle? Well – certainly trying it out for size again…

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With regard to the recent strand upon these pages concerning my health issues – here and here – I have in the last few days been in receipt of good news. Having once again been relieved of a goodly measure of my precious blood (analysis for the purposes thereof) my nutrition doctor has declared that my liver enzymes are now firing as they should. I don’t suppose enzymes do ‘fire’, of course, but as the writer and proprietor of this online journal I get to play with language (meaning and metaphor) as I please!

This does not mean that the fattiness with which my liver has been flirting is necessarily all gone – as yet. That apparently takes time and would require another ultrasound to determine for sure, but the good doctor is sufficiently content that he has now parked me in ‘maintenance’ mode and doesn’t even want to look further at my blood for the next half year. “Yay!” – say I to that!

Even the nutritionist herself (not the doc – the other one!) announced proudly that I had excellent levels of Vitamin D (not sure what that has to do with anything) and asked if was taking a supplement. The cheek!…

The point is that my shiny new diet has clearly not only dropped me a couple of trouser sizes and taken me back to the weight of a much younger version of myself, but it must also be doing the job of restoring my internals to the shape in which they should be (sort of squidgy, since you ask)…

Now – I am not normally one to endorse products upon these pages but – in the manner of a good award winner (which is what I feel like) – there are just a few ‘people’ that I would like to thank.

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidI have admitted previously to my habitual taking of a single drink each night to accompany my repast – the which I have done since I left home back in the 70s. This was always something of a indulgence but the point was to give myself a little reward for getting through another (hopefully) fruitful day. To be able to willingly give this up I needed some alternative that actually felt like a treat. Water is all very well but is, in my book, for exercise – and that ain’t a treat!

So – here is my new nightly beverage of choice – the very wonderful range of Zevia Iced Teas. No sugar – zero calorie and (should you so require) caffeine-free to boot.

What is more – they are delicious!

Not cheap…

…but delicious…

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidAt the other end of the meal I still need something sweet. Many such lovely things are now ruled out – but how about a little… chocolate?…

Surely not” – I hear you cry – but worry not, for this is no ordinary chocolate. This is Lily’s ‘no sugar added’ chocolate – and it is yummy!

It is sweetened with Stevia (of which I am a huge fan) which has apparently no downsides (unlike sweeteners ending in ‘ose‘ and suchlike). Some folk gripe about the aftertaste. All I can say is that Lily’s seem to have cracked the Stevia thing in this case – this one, for example, having only an aftertaste of salted caramel.

Yummy, indeed!

Not cheap…

…but yummy…

Photo by Andy Dawson ReidFinally – there are snacks. You know – late night munchies! Nothing that a thick slice of toasted sourdough and marmalade wouldn’t fix – or maybe a nice strawberry jam sandwich. Hmmmm!

So for those occasions – there is Fatso!

I have, as it happens, never been a fan of nut butters. They just don’t quite do it for me; something to do with the texture, mayhap.

But Fatso… A range of low-carb, low-sugar nut butters made with plant-based fats… right here in Victoria!… These things are awesome – and quite addictive. A nice big dollop of Crunchy Salted Caramel (or Maple) Peanut (or Almond) butter on top of a couple of Walker’s Oat Cakes (“They’re delicious!”)…

TDF!

Not cheap…

…but TDF!

There now – dieting’s not so bad…

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Image by Brooke Lark on UnsplashSomething that surprised me greatly on our arrival in British Columbia back in 2015 was the discovery that the province had a considerable shortage of GPs… doctors! For the first year and some I had to resort to visiting drop-in clinics to get repeat prescriptions for the hypertension medication to which I referred in my last post.

Fortunately a new clinic opened in Sidney and I was finally able to land myself on the books of an excellent physician who has the added benefit of being a relatively young man – who should thus (barring unfortunate incidents) see me out.

The good thing about young doctors is that they tend to be keen and thorough. That is also, of course, the problem with them… discovering things that one wishes they had not.

Several years back now my new doctor determined – in the course of my annual checkup – that I now had stage one chronic kidney disease. There is, apparently, nothing really to be done about this and it makes no practical difference – as long as it doesn’t develop into a higher stage (which I gather from the Doc that it may never do. Fingers crossed!) How did I get it? Apparently is is a common side-effect of hypertension!

Now – this year the doc had a new treat for me. I now have early signs of fatty liver disease. What?! How did I get that? Well – apparently if one is not overweight (which I wasn’t) and doesn’t have a drink problem (don’t even go there) then it is quite likely to be a side effect of – you’ve guessed it – hypertension.

Thanks, mum and dad!

So – what is to be done? Well – diet apparently – for which I have been referred to a nutritionist. According to him I need to be on a low-carb, low-sugar, preferably plant-based diet… and I should abstain from the demon booze!! Well – I can be pretty dogged if it leads to staying healthy for as long as possible and I don’t mind making some sacrifices, but there are limits…

So – out goes bread, white rice, all manner of sugary treats (including cakes and jams etc), too much red meat, processed foods… ice cream! All that sort of thing. In comes more fruit, salads and vegetables, lean and white meats, fish, pulses and no end of less fun things (like seeds… bleuch!!).

On the alcohol front, until this started I was in the habit of taking one drink a day with my evening meal, the which I had done ever since I left home back in the 1970s. Now I only drink on occasion – maybe one or two times a month (boo!).

Is it working – I hear you ask? Too soon to tell, though blood tests next month will give a clearer picture.

It is having one big effect, though: I have lost a fair bit of weight. Having clocked in at around 13 stone (182lb) for as long as I can remember, in the three or so months since this started my weight has dropped to a tad below 12 stone (168lb). As a result  I have had to purchase several new pairs of jeans, my waist having dropped from an optimistic 34” back to a guaranteed 32”. I really can’t remember when I was last this size, but it was certainly back in the 80s (or even earlier).

Oh well! I will of course keep the gentle reader up-dated as things progress.

 

 

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Broccoli is not as bad as people make out. It might give you wind, but I’d prefer to have wind and have good health. Health is the number one thing on the planet. However, I am quite partial to rum and raisin ice cream.”

Chris Eubank Sr.

I recently found myself looking back over the archives to this online journal. It had occurred to me that – in what is getting on for a decade now that I have been posting to it – I have made very little reference to health – to mine or to anyone else’s.

Whereas I would once have maintained that this was because I have been blessed with an excellent constitution (which is certainly true to a point) I might possibly also have admitted that this is one of those subjects that chaps in general tend to avoid, probably because of the fear that talking about such potentially unpleasant topics could well result in something being raked up that they would prefer not to know about.

Either way – with the advancing of the years it really is time that I addressed some of this stuff. Here goes…

I inherited many characteristics from my parents: most of them positive (and for that, many thanks). There is, however, something else that they passed on to me that is rather more of a pain. That something is hypertension (high blood pressure)!

I don’t recall if they ever discussed the fact that they both suffered the condition. It was the sort of thing that was not much talked about by their generation. I’m not even sure that I knew they were on medication for it – until such time as I was myself diagnosed with it.

This came about as my fiftieth birthday approached. I was working at the time at a very well-known posh boys’ school in the UK and fell into conversation with my doctor (who was both one of the School doctors and a local GP) at a cocktail party at the School (as one does)! Regular readers will know that I don’t normally use real names on this blog but in this case I will make an exception – because the doctor was genuinely called ‘Doc Holliday’!

Anyway – I asked what a chap should do to check on his health at that time of life and he promised to give me a detailed going-over – the which he duly did. This uncovered the hypertension and we discovered (after an extensive round of blood tests, electro-cardiograms, heart echoes and an MRI scan at the Royal Brompton) that the most likely cause was inheritance.

The good doctor advised me as to the probability of my suffering some heart-related incident within a decade should I choose not take regular medication – and not caring for the odds I duly signed up. This all took place not that far short of two decades ago now and things have trundled along in the meantime without further incident – until relatively recently.

Unfortunately that proved not to be the end of things – though for the rest of the tale the gentle reader will need to come back for the second part of the story in the next post.

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“Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth”

Mike Tyson

I promised in my last post that would I bring the gentle reader up to date with our progress with regard to the plans and resolutions that I boldly (or not-so-boldly) outlined in my customary start-of-the-year posting way back in January (different month – same lock-down!).

The observations that I made concerning work have panned out exactly as predicted: The Girl is working mostly from home and – though I didn’t teach during the winter term – I am currently in the early stages of a condensed version of the course that I taught last fall. Apart from being somewhat frenetic (since fourteen weeks worth of material is compressed into seven weeks) it seems to be going reasonably well thus far. Frankly the coursework delivery itself is not much of an issue. Doing the marking is more of a struggle.

I posted recently an update on my musical activities, so that just leaves one… big… area to deal with. There it is in the corner of the room… large, grey and with tusks and a trunk!

Given that travel (and much, much else) is currently out of the question we had decided that we would focus this year on carrying out renovations in our basement, to complement that which we did a few years back on the main floor (see pretty much any of my posts from late 2017/early 2018). We engaged a designer to come up with some proposals and contacted our exemplary contractor who did such a wonderful job upstairs and with our deck.

Well – these things all take time but we had hoped that we would be carrying out the desired works about now. We planned to turn the half-bathroom downstairs into a full bathroom – we aimed to replace the kitchenette – we decided to replace any of the windows that had not been done in the earlier project and we had the bright idea of carving out a fitness room from the large but relatively little used downstairs family room. Finally we would make good the remaining spaces and redo the flooring throughout. Although this would have involved a fair bit of work it was nothing compared with the extensive works we had had done back in 2017/18 and we anticipated that a budget of approximately 50% of what we had spent last time would suffice.

What we should have foreseen (particularly as our contractor warned us that this was going to be the case) was that the cost of building materials had not only shot up as a result of shortages arising from the pandemic lock-downs, but that they were continuing so to do. Even thus forewarned his initial estimate for the job came as a serious shock, equaling the figure that we had spent on the entire main-floor renovation a few years back.

Well – we simply don’t have that sort of money and we really don’t feel inclined to borrow at this point in our lives… particularly given the uncertain situation in the wider world.

Having thought long and hard we went back to our contractor with a proposal for a greatly stripped-down project – pretty much just sorting out the bathroom and replacing old windows. When the quote for this lesser work came back it proved still to entail spending a large sum of money and we once again found ourselves reluctant to give the go ahead.

And that is where we currently are. We don’t feel inclined to spend this sort of money on parts of the house that will be used chiefly by visitors from abroad (who knows when we will see any of them again?). There is also considerable uncertainty as to what will happen to material costs once the pandemic recedes. We would be really annoyed if we found that could do the job for significantly less simply by waiting for a year or so.

All of this naturally leaves us feeling somewhat down-hearted. The project had in part been intended as a focus for the year – given that travel was out of the question.

Now we will just have to think of something else.

 

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Well, here we are in May – already a third of the way through the year…

We are also – as The Girl pointed out to me this morning – now a full sixty weeks into the COVID-19 pandemic…

This is probably as good a time as any to take stock and to see how the year – and the pandemic – is progressing. It would seem sensible from our point of view to take as a yardstick the post that I wrote back in January in which I looked forward (as has become my habit during each January) to the coming year – laying out our plans, hopes and dreams for the months ahead.

That post contained a list of things that we very much wanted to be able to do. I make no apology for repeating it here:

  • To get to see family and friends – face to face!
  • To be able to entertain again
  • To dine out
  • To see some live theatre
  • To enjoy some live music
  • To attend a live sporting event (preferably Rugby!)
  • To be able to travel… anywhere!

So – how are we doing on that list? The answer is – of course – badly!

We must not be too down-hearted. The positive news is that both The Girl and I have had our first vaccinations. We even hear rumours – which we fervently hope will turn out to be true – that the second jabs will be made available somewhat sooner than the sixteen weeks that are currently being touted. Canada is apparently taking delivery in May of a vaccine delivery larger than those of the last five months combined – which is cause for an optimistic two cheers.

Now, I know that in some other places in the world – and I am thinking particularly of the UK in this instance – progress in the vaccine rollout has been significantly better. Friends and family back there have either had their second jabs already or are shortly so to do. There is much talk of ‘opening-up’ back in the old country. Now – the optimism could turn out to be premature and it may all end in tears, but let us hope fervently that it does not. I hope that the UK gets a decent outdoor summer season in some form and that as things move into the autumn life really does begin to return to some sort of normal.

Here in Canada things are not looking so good. In BC – and in particular here on the Island – we are reasonably protected, but other parts of the country are still suffering high rates of infection and talking about locking down further. I fear that our summer will be much like that of last year.

Aside from the wish-list posted above my January scribblings included one or two other projects or plans slated for 2021. In my next post I will report on how those are going.

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“Just because everything is different doesn’t mean anything has changed.”

Irene Peter

Those who receive these postings by email digest will have found yesterday in their inboxes an unfamiliar message which may have caused in them them some alarm. There is nothing to worry about – but I am sorry that this strange new message came without forewarning.

Since I started this online journal back in 2012 it has utilised a service called Feedburner to send out the email digests. Shortly before I started so doing that company was purchased by Google. Various pundits warned even then that – because it was a free service – Google would probably shut it down before very long. Now – ten years on – they have announced that they are finally so doing.

I have thus been obliged to switch to a different service and the email that went out yesterday was just the latest post going out from that new platform. Now – I had no idea what format that message would take or what I could do to make it look more friendly – so the somewhat confusing missive that was sent did not look very appetizing and nor did it sufficiently explain the change.

I have now done some more work on it and I hope that it has a more friendly appearance. I will find out at the same time that the gentle reader does – when this post is circulated!

Please do get in touch should you have further questions or observations.

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HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh

1921 – 2021

RIP

There have already been many tributes paid to Prince Philip, who died today at the age of 99. There will be many more such in days to come. Our thoughts are with The Queen; she and the Duke had been married for seventy three years.

On such occasions it seems inevitable that all and sundry will trot out their anecdotes concerning the prince. For what it is worth – here is mine:

I was only once in the same space as the Duke – way back in the mists of time before the turn of century. I was invited to attend a Gala Dinner somewhere in the midlands of the UK in support of a charitable foundation that I can no longer can recall. Philip was doubtless the patron of said charity and was the guest of honour at the gala.

Now – it happened that on the night in question a very important (if such a thing there could be!) football match was taking place. I believe that it was the semi-final of some footie contest between England and Germany (or West Germany – depending exactly when this took place). There was much grumbling amongst the attendees of the dinner – many of whom would have preferred to be at home watching the game.

For a while the Master of Ceremonies – who was in any case making regular announcements – kept the assembled throng up to date with the score from the match, which England were at that point leading. Then all of a sudden the announcements dried up. Word went around the room that Germany had equalised and that Philip had decreed that no further updates should be given.

Several courses later I chanced to look around the room – which seemed less crowded than it had before. I was slightly surprised to observe that the Duke and I were amongst only a very few men left in the room, all others being of the fairer sex. Again, word went around that there was a large screen TV in the kitchens, the which had been thoughtfully provided so that the chefs could keep an eye on the game. Now – I have no interest in such matters and the Duke clearly could not slip out to have a look… so thus we remained.

Yet another while later and there was a muffled groan from somewhere offstage and all of a sudden a hoard of be-tuxed chaps wearing disconsolate expressions filed back into the room. It seemed that England had once again (as was/is their habit) lost on penalties.

I like to think that the Duke had been wise enough to have privately predicted the potential outcome and had thus made a smart choice.

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For the first time last year I posted to this forum a ‘Happy Easter‘ (insert ritual festivity of choice!) greeting, to compliment that which I have been regularly posting at Christmas-tide since this journal began.

I have decided that this is a good thing to do and it will thus become a fixture – though the moveable feast element of Easter and the fact that us (semi)retired folk sometimes don’t know what day of the week it is may render the timing somewhat erratic.

Not this year, however, as I know for a fact that it is Easter Sunday tomorrow (it will be today for most of you if you pick this up by email circular) and so without further ado…

The Kickass Canada Girl and the Imperceptible Immigrant extend to all who happen upon these scribblings:

A Very Happy Easter – take good care – stay safe and may all our fortunes turn for the better as the year progresses.

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