Timings

I still remember where I was on that horrible day: I was in my parents' living room, listening to the radio when the news broke about the first plane. So, I turned on the TV. The rest of the day was bouncing between watching the news as it kept breaking, and checking in with my online friends via the Internet. We - the human race - are still coping with consequences and complications from that day, even as we're coping with choices made decades and centuries earlier that led to that day.

Today, the writ is expected to drop, officially launching a Canadian federal election that's already been underway unofficially since the previous one in 2015. If any of several wrong sides wins this one, a lot of work in repairing damage done over the decade prior to 2015 is going to start being thrown out with worse to follow. That much, I'm absolutely certain of and terrified about. So, no Conservatives or "People's Party" or "Nationalists" or "National Citizens' Alliance" for me.

There are people here in Canada, and across the world depending upon us making informed decisions and making them rightly. We are not a Great Power, but what we do as a country still has consequences outside our settler-nation's borders. The same applies for our Indigenous relations, who've not given up their claims to their own nationhood. Their peoples have the right to share in our decisions and their consequences now.

And I cannot help but think there is a linkage between the events of this date in 2001 and of today.

Noting also...another horrific "9/11" event that happened before I ever knew of it, in Chile.

https://www.sbs.com.au/theother911/

Happy Anniversary to _Tapestry_ on CBC Radio

I just found out about this anniversary at the top of today's broadcast of Tapestry!

BOOKS: A Darkness of the Heart by Gail Bowen

I'm about five chapters into this one. Bought it back in January of this year, and then got distracted with a couple of metric tonnes of other stuff. One more of my mistakes.

Well, it's getting fixed now, right?

Anyway, two chapters in, and already Gail's upended stuff that Joanne Kilbourn thought she knew and understood about her own life and family. No, not going to explain it. I spoiled it for myself by finally starting to read Gail's "how-I-dunnit" book about mystery novels, Sleuth. That book is one more reason why University of Regina Press ought to be getting much more attention from the general book-reading public on the non-fiction side.

Anyway, I'll try to remember to let you know when I've finished. Gail migrated in the opposite direction of mine: to Saskatchewan from Ontario. And she found ways of proving my birth province an interesting place in its own right, as Robert B. Parker did with Spenser's Boston.