Friday, 04 September, 2015 –

Friday, September 4th, 2015 -( 19˚C / 66˚F with “Scattered Clouds” @ 12:45 pm )- on Mike Piazza’s Birthday.

[ No, I’m not a baseball groupie, I’m a Virgo with silly memory retention on a lot of birthdays. -shrug- ]

Woman at a table enjoying a beautiful view of the St John River.

This is the view from the deck at the Lighthouse on the Green as of September 4th, 2015.

We recently sent a link from here to a restaurant mentioned way back when we began this blog. Then, looking at what we had started and noticing that we hadn’t posted much lately, with the possibility that we hadn’t posted anything at all since a storm named ‘Arthur’ had ravaged the area, in what? July of 2014? – um, we’ve been thinkin’ – that maybe we should take this blog/service a little more seriously.

Another view of the river from the deck.

I found it remarkable that when I was sitting there, looking out at the river, my imagination zoomed in and ‘cropped-out’ a lot of details this photo included. I was paying attention to the river and a little bit of green on both banks, with the hills to the north in the background. That rates a, “Hmmmm -” -jim-

We made two trips downtown today. Early in the day we paid a visit to Service Canada which is east of the Green where tourists can be treated by ‘Redcoats’ marching around with period rifles and listen to the re-enactors firing off loud volleys with ‘blank shots’. Most of the times I’ve heard anyone fire an old cap and ball flintlock type rifle it’s sounded like a cap pistol. Lately I’ve been shocked by how loud they can be when several at once are fired off by re-enactors in a semi-enclosed area. The Lighthouse on the Green is also across the street, east of the green, directly behind the Service Canada building. There’s at least one other building in between.

In the early evening we went back to enjoy ice cream and take in the view. The Lighthouse on the Green will close for the season at 6 pm on next Monday, Labour Day. We think that’s a shame. But we’ve never asked anybody if the cooks, waiters and waitresses are comprised solely of students from area schools – and we never pried into whether or not they might make enough money to justify opening earlier in the season – They now open for business after school is out for the summer – or close a bit later in the autumn.

Closeup of sculpted fish spitting streams of water into a fountain.

We thought this fountain had a very European feel to it. This is a closeup.

I should take more notes about where I shoot photographs – yes, I can go back and note where various photos that I’ve published here were taken, and then edit this later, for now this is “Somewhere on the North side of Queen Street in Fredericton.”

Fountain in Fredericton

This is the same fountain as above, with most of it visible. If I wanted to be a bit more professional here I would go back and reshoot this photo earlier in the afternoon, or wait for a cloudy day when the contrast between sunlight and shadow wouldn’t be so obvious.

Cathi looking at the fountain.

And here we have ‘my favourite spouse’ looking at the fountain with the play of sunlight and shadow in the background.

— I never thought of myself as any sort of Chamber of Commerce spokes person or as the eyes and ears of any Tourist Bureau. And frankly, the voice in my head as I sub-verbalize while composing the text here, being careful to keep this friendly and positive, scares me a little. I don’t like believing I can be ‘annoyingly optimistic’ or sound like I’ve just had my brain dipped in some kind of warm syrup, or taken a course in ‘mindless advocacy’.

— Fredericton attracts artists and thinkers. There are also politicians here, the provincial government and legislature hangs out in buildings on Queen Street. I haven’t posted any photos of Fredericton’s homeless citizens. I haven’t taken any photos of Fredericton’s homeless citizens. Last year there was a minor confrontation between young women high school students and the local school board. A local blogger accused one local policeman of going a bit farther than he should and taking himself a bit too seriously and possibly exceeding his authority and/or crossing a line between professionalism and ‘pushing people around without just cause’.

— So, not everyone in Fredericton is 100% angelic. And I can still love the place while exercising my poetic license and laughing to myself about the grammar police who would find this paragraph quite annoying. The Anal-Retentive among the grammar police have taken lately to looking down their noses at anyone who begins a sentence with the word ‘so’. And they would probably rather shoot me on sight than let me get away with beginning a sentence with ‘And’.  – insert winking faced sticker here –

~~~~~ Jim




After Arthur: Eeeek!

Monday, 07 July, 2014.

trees and pole hanging on wires

Gibson Street: Long shot of trees and utility pole hanging on Electric Wires @ 7 am, 06 July 2014.

Closer shot of trees and pole hanging on Electric Wires.

Gibson Street. Closer to the same trees and Pole hanging on Electric Wires.

Large Tree hanging on Electric Wires

Gibson Street, just south of the above two photos, another large tree looking dangerous as it hangs over Electric Wires.

Our Post-Tropical Storm left a mess here… I went out looking for an open Tim Hortons at 7 am. Nothing open on the north side. South side, the Timmy’s on Regent street had a very long line of cars, stretching almost all the way up the hill to the Irving station. The Timmy’s on Prospect Street (the one with the temporary trailer for a drive through-) had signs up everywhere “No Power!” and employees shouting, “We’re not open, we have no power” to three or four vehicles per minute who did not read the signs. I didn’t think of trying the Tim Hortons on Smythe Street, inside the fence at the Fair Grounds (I think that’s the Fair Grounds).

I turned around drove back to Regent Street and got in line for the Regent Street Timmy’s (a long time before I could see the happy end  of that line). Some traffic lights were working. Some were not. I did not block intersections, especially when I saw cars coming toward Regent Street.

After half an hour in line, with many people behind me, line stretching farther than when I joined it, stopped at a red light. Two cars swooped in ahead of me from the west. A grey Honda and a black Malibu. I took down their license numbers. If I had the telekinetic power to explode their heads on the spot there would have been dead drivers and a lot of blood everywhere. Thank goodness I don’t have that kind of power. It took over an hour from when I first got in line until I got to the Tim Hortons. Both of those cars that had jumped in line in front of me turned left against the “no left turn sign”. I saw people standing in line as I was getting my coffee and breakfast sandwiches there. When I turned right on the no left turn street, I noticed that the line of people on the sidewalk waiting to get inside and stand in line until they were waited on went down to the corner and back South on Regent Street. I couldn’t see how far it stretched, but I was glad I did not park and think I would have an easier time going inside.

When I got home and sipped my coffee and ate my breakfast with “the love of my life” I thought, hey, if I was just a little bit crazier I might have kept the piece of paper with their license plate numbers handy and some time in the future popped all four tires, or worse.

The more I thought about that, the more I remembered a friend telling us, “Don’t think about getting even with somebody who goes out of their way to do something nasty, that will only poison your outlook on life and keep you miserable, Pray to transmute that negative energy into something positive. Ask for help with this-” (Us mere humans can’t transmute that kind of frustration and anger by ourselves, we need Heavenly help.)

So I’m hoping that anybody who would cut in front of people who have been in a line for half an hour or longer will think twice and not do that in the future. If not, they just might meet up with some angry son of a gun who doesn’t believe in trying to be a good, decent human being, who just might have had  a really bad day or two, who might jump out of his or her car in a blind rage and cripple them for life.

A lot of the Prayers that went out from me on Sunday started out with “Help! I don’t need this anger-”

~~~~~I shouldn’t sign this, should I?

National Novel Writing Month

November 2nd, 2013:

November is NaNoWriMo month.

Press Start
Graphic Link to NaNoWriMo Start Page.

I might not get a lot of blogging done if I’ll be chugging out at least 1600 words a day for all of November writing a nano-novel.

But then again it’s taken me 2 & 1/2 hours per night to write almost 2,500 words per night.

& because this is happening while Mercury is Retrograde, I didn’t start a brand spankin new novel, I picked one up I’d started a couple years ago and continued on with it. So far so good, the test will come on November 10th when mercury stops and then begins to move forward again, lets see if this novel can hold my interest when that happens.



First Nations Presence in Fredericton to Protect Everybody’s Water and Land

Wednesday, 30 October, 2013.

First Nations Teepees and Long House near the Provincial Legislature Buildings.

New Brunswick‘s First Nations People want you to know they’re not here to protest or cause any trouble. They’re here because they’re committed to protecting Mother Earth and everybody’s drinking water. Fracking hurts everybody.

We saw them carry their sacred fire across the walking bridge, we saw them set up their traditional long house near the New Brunswick Provincial Legislature building. But we haven’t seen much of them in the nightly news since.

The people who believe they’ve been told they represent us and have the power to make decisions for us want the First Nations to go away and let them rape the province for fun and profit.

Nobody in power wants to remember that the current Conservative Provincial Government was elected because the previous government did not comply with New Brunswick’s citizens’ wishes.

Mother Earth is not happy.

Believe me, you do not want to be an enemy of Mother Earth.

& According to Pastor Lindsey Williams in his book “The Energy Non-Crisis“, Oil companies are pumping enough natural gas back into the ground in Alaska to ‘Light up the whole East Coast of the USA Free for the next 3 years‘. Why? Because they want to keep the price of oil and gas way above what it should be. Go watch the Movies “Gasland” and “Gasland II”. Don’t wait until your kitchen sink bursts into flame to realize we’re being sold a line of…. [doo doo] by greedy men who would be really happy if they could kill most of us off so they’d be better able to enslave the survivors. (Oops, sorry, I went political on you.)

Kilarney Lake

Sunday, 20 October, 2013.

park with lake and walking trail.

Kilarney Lake Park has some pet friendly walking trails.

We went looking for Kilarney Lake. It’s just up St Mary’s Street from the Smart Centre. This was on a beautiful Sunday in October, at a little after 4 pm. There were several families there, enjoying the park. On a map that was posted there we saw Walking Trails that might run from this park to Canada Street. (It’s hard to say because the map does not show whether the trails continue through a small bit of private land that separates sections of public parklands.) There were several happy dogs walking their humans on the trails here.

Park with lake and beach.

Kilarney Lake Park, looking toward the beach area and most of the lake.

Being October, no people were swimming here, (there were ducks and geese enjoying the water) but the water was clear and it looks like a wonderful place to bring kids and splash up a storm in the summer.

Kilarney Lake, Fredericton, NB, Canada

Kilarney Lake (taken with a Samsung Galaxy III ‘Smart Phone’)

From where we were standing we couldn’t get the whole lake in one photograph, but this is a pretty good portion of it. And you can see how clear the water is. My favourite spouse tested the water (with her hand) and said it was a bit on the chilly side.

Thanksgiving Dinner At Kings Landing

—October 12, 2013— King’s Landing Historical Settlement

(( On Monday, October 14, our friends in the USA will celebrate Columbus Day. In Canada, we will celebrate Thanksgiving. ))

Village in sunlight ahead.

The Village, Period Buildings Rescued and moved to “King’s Landing” where Re-Enactors in period dress don’t mind explaining their lifestyle to silly 21st Century folks. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

—We heard about King’s Landing Historical Settlement Near Fredericton, New Brunswick. (Not the city in the television series “Game Of Thrones” – Based on George RR Matin’s seven book series “Song of Ice and Fire”.)

Shadowed Wagon Driver and Autumn Scenery

A Wagon Driver made room for passengers and gave us a ride down the hill to the Settlement Village. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

—We also heard that this weekend before Canadian Thanksgiving Day would be the final weekend of this season that the theme park would be open.

—The spouse of my dreams had been to “Upper Canada Village” and wanted to see King’s Landing.

Horse Drawn Wagon with passengers.

A Local Wagon Owner is happy to give you a ride up or down the hill in the Settlement of King’s Landing.

—We realized that the King’s Head Inn was a real restaurant that actually served food, and thought we’d get a sandwich and a coffee.

Waitress in period dress serving Thanksgiving Dinner.

Properly attired women serve really good food to oddly dressed people and have the uncommon decency not to point out the fact that we are, dressed very strangely according to 19th Century eyes. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

—We didn’t realize that this was a real Restaurant that would serve a wonderful Thanksgiving Dinner. We got lucky.


Thanksgiving Dinner as served at the King’s Head Inn. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

Map (closed)

This is a Map of the Historical Settlement. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

—After dinner, we didn’t have long to explore the village. But we did take a walk down beside a farmer’s fields (with a scarecrow), took a peek into the Blacksmith’s Barn, Stepped inside an authentic General Store, Had a very nice talk with a caretaker at a genuine Anglican Church, and made it back up the hill in time to buy a very nice tapestry type blanket.

Farm near river with authentic scarecrow.

This is the farm closest to the river, complete with a realistic scarecrow.

wagon and carriage and tableand chairs inside a barn

Inside the Blacksmith’s Barn. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

One side of the General Store

One wall inside the General Store. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

Another side of the General Store.

Another Wall inside the General Store. Several items appear to be hanging on a clothesline, including a portrait. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

Inside an old Anglican Church.

This is a real Anglican Church. They actually hold church services here on Sundays when the settlement is open to the public. (Photo by Cathi Harris)

—We had a surprisingly good time on a beautiful day and had a wonderful Thanksgiving Dinner while we were at it.

Isaac’s Way

Isaac's Way Entrance "Comfort Foods with a Twist"
Isaac’s Way has a very understated presence on Queen Street.

Isaac’s Way is a restaurant you could easily miss if you were hurrying by in the street. That’s the Service Canada Building in the background. The sign says “Comfort Food / With a Twist” beneath the large letters “OPEN”.

Smiling person at a booth
Smiling Patron at a booth in Isaac’s Way.

Inside, the walls of Isaac’s Way are loaded with original works of art which have been donated to be raffled to benefit children’s art programmes.  (I haven’t shown any art work to avoid worrying about copyright issues.) Above, a happy patron at one of the booths in Isaac’s Way anticipates ‘Comfort Food with a Twist’. (The food is excellent, this is another case of everything tastes better in Fredericton.)

Entrance to Isaac's Way Restaurant
This is another view of the entrance to Isaac’s Way, another one of Fredericton’s unexpected Treasures.

The original Isaac’s Way, on Main Street, burned down in a fire several years ago.