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\u201cThere’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.\u201d <\/p>\n

—Bill Watterson, “Calvin and Hobbes”
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I don\u2019t know what it is. In the Dog Days of summer, everything droops. Energy, spirits, and sometimes inspiration. Most years, you can blame it on the heat. Not so much, this year, except for the last week, maybe. It\u2019s been cool, month after month. So it\u2019s not the heat. The grumpy blahs of summer\u2019s end, and fall\u2019s imminent arrival. Followed then by the incessant cold of winter. Approaching like some dark distant brooding cloud. <\/p>\n

As Labor Day looms, and the official end of summer, I look back, as always, with mild astonishment. Reflect on all the great grand things I\u2019d planned in the glorious dawn of spring, and how those plans stack up to the harsh reality of late summer. As always, the eager optimism of those heady hopeful days fell flat somewhere along the way. Or just quietly drifted away in the busyness of living. And the things left undone will remain so always, at least in the time frame I had envisioned.<\/p>\n

In this Dog Day season, there were quite a few.<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t hiked. Not much, anyway. Seems like it rained about every Sunday I planned a trip. I went on a couple of short excursions. But not to my favorite spot, Tacquon Glen in the southern end. That beautiful remote rugged trail, once so private, so serene and calming, has been discovered by the masses. On any given weekend day, a dozen or two cars line the road. Not to mention a string of buggies. The trail is clogged with hikers. <\/p>\n

Which is fine. The more people know of the place, the more enjoyment will be gleaned from it. But sadly, at least a percentage of the newcomers are slovenly boors who leave littered evidence of their passing. The trail is strewn with trash. The Sunday News even ran an article on the subject a month or so ago. Tacquon Glen has been \u201cdiscovered.\u201d The masses congregate and march. So for me it\u2019s off the list. Time for new conquests. Maybe I can add that task to next spring\u2019s plans.<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t grilled, but once or twice. Which is a horror and much to my eternal shame. Somehow, it just didn\u2019t seem important. This summer, I\u2019ve been watching my calorie intake a bit more closely. So I don\u2019t eat much food. Excluding Superfood, I spend less than $20 a week on groceries at Amelia\u2019s Discount Foods. Which is basically nothing. A granola bar for breakfast. Salad for lunch. A sandwich for supper, usually made with delicious homemade bread from my Amish friends. So there hasn\u2019t been any particular reason to do a lot of grilling. <\/p>\n

Truth be told, I\u2019ve just not had much urge to fire up the charcoal since my good friend Allan passed away in May. He used to slip out regularly of a summer Sunday evening, and I\u2019d grill sausages. Which we devoured with great gusto. Now he\u2019s gone. The grill gathers dust. Seems almost sacrilegious, but maybe it\u2019s time to throw another party. <\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t fished. Not that I\u2019ve ever fished much around this area. Not like I used to as a child stalking pike and bass with a cheap spinning rod and reel in the gravel pits of rural Aylmer. But once or twice a summer, even here, I used to dig out the old fly rod and head over to the Conestoga to snag a few crappies or sunfish. Not this year.<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t camped. Because that wasn\u2019t on my list last spring or any other. I don\u2019t camp. Never have, since I was about ten years old, when my father returned from somewhere, maybe the Sale Barn, with an old canvas contraption he\u2019d picked up for a few dollars. <\/p>\n

It was a vast, two-room tent. I don\u2019t remember much about it, except that we lugged it out and disentangled the great lump of canvas and set it up in the yard on the west side of our old machinery shed. At dusk, my brothers and I dragged out piles and piles of bedding and blankets and pillows. The interior reeked with the almost overwhelming odor of dank canvas. Didn\u2019t deter us a whit, though. We stretched out in our snug nests and talked late into the night. The harsh cries of nighthawks and hooting owls echoed close around us. Finally slipping off to sleep, we woke to birds screeching in the early morning light. The old tent swayed and dipped with heavy dew. When we slapped the walls, great torrents of moisture cascaded down. <\/p>\n

It was an adventure then, something different and grand and great. But somehow I lost the wonder of it all along the way. Today, I class campers in about the same category as bicyclists. Avid, driven, focused on their craft and methods. Willing to pursue their passion at enormous cost in time and treasure. At least the campers aren\u2019t as annoying as the bikers, unless you get stuck behind some creeping travel trailer on some impassible stretch of road. Which can make one mutter things that shouldn\u2019t ought\u2019a be said. <\/p>\n

So I didn\u2019t get a lot accomplished this summer. Not like I\u2019d planned. But I did a whole lot of nothing. And some hanging out with friends. And some traveling. And some writing. Guess that\u2019ll about have to do. <\/p>\n

It\u2019s Dog Days in blogland too. Last week\u2019s post brought some private mutterings from a couple of readers. They must have thought the B&W Ointment was a farce. That I just made it all up to see if I could fool you. One wag mildly accused me of quackery and suggested I hang around people who hold less dire perspectives. Another message suggested I take a break from writing for a few weeks, as I\u2019m obviously under a lot of stress. After considering that suggestion, I concluded it wouldn\u2019t be such a bad idea. To take a breather once in awhile, maybe have a guest blogger fill in. We\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, my good friend and well known author Jerry Eicher linked the post to his publisher\u2019s site<\/a> because he felt it would be of interest to his readers. So it goes. Some see one thing and some see another, all after reading the exact same words. For the record, B&W is not a farce. All I wrote about it was true. I highly recommend it.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s Dog Days for the local cops. A few weeks ago one night in the little burg of Columbia, over on the west end, a homeowner noticed an intruder in his van outside the house. Outraged, the homeowner went out and confronted the thug with a baseball bat. One blow, and the bad guy was writhing on the ground with a bloody nose. The cops arrived and congratulated the homeowner and hauled the burglar off to jail. At least that\u2019s what they should have done, and would have done in a saner time, and maybe in a saner season of the year. But no. The homeowner was arrested and now faces felony charges for using excessive force. The DA prissily sniffed that the robber might have been armed and could have injured the homeowner. <\/p>\n

I could rage and seethe for a few paragraphs. But I won\u2019t. Been there, done that. It\u2019s just sheer insanity. No wonder the common man increasingly disrespects and despises the law. And the cops. One outraged citizen wrote in a letter to the local newspaper that he would never spend another dime in Columbia. Ditto that for me. Not that I ever have spent a dime there. But I won\u2019t now for sure. <\/p>\n

It\u2019s Dog Days too, for an arrogant class of people who suddenly are facing uprisings in their districts during what should have been a lazy summer recess. Our imperial senators and congressmen. That\u2019s one bright spot in an otherwise abysmal economic landscape, the hordes of common citizens who are flocking to town hall meetings to protest a government takeover of their health care decisions. When you think all is lost, sometimes it\u2019s not. The groundswell of protest is a beautiful thing to see. Viva the Resistance!<\/p>\n

And this year, you can sense too, a pulsing undercurrent of unease. Not fear, just a realization that we are somewhere we haven\u2019t been before. It\u2019s been a weird summer. Even here in Lancaster County. Where hundreds of Amish work crews and countless little shop businesses scramble for scraps. We\u2019re not used to hard times here. It\u2019s been the land of milk and honey for so long. Now those streams are running dry.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s always work to be had, of course, but competition remains intense. Crews that in a normal year would be scheduled out three months struggle for work in the next two weeks. Perhaps this is a \u201cdire perspective,\u201d but maybe we should all make like ants and save and store sufficient supplies for a long tough winter. I\u2019m just saying, is all. <\/p>\n

But one bright star gleams in the bleak night skies. To comfort us. Football. Oh, yeah baby. Preseason pro games kicked off this week. We count down the four weeks to the real thing. And college, too. I can\u2019t wait. <\/p>\n

The Eagles are in classic and delicious disarray, as usual. Decimated by injuries, and one of their star thugs picked up for possession of pot. As a libertarian, and to be fair, I stridently defend his right to smoke anything he wants. But neither the law, nor the league sees it that way. So in the meantime, it\u2019s trouble for the Eagles, in which I take huge delight. McNabb ain\u2019t getting the team anywhere again this year. Maybe Michael Vick will. He\u2019s back and signed with the Eagles after two years in federal prison for dog fighting. I actually kind of like the guy now, because everyone else hates him. Under-dog (no pun intended) and all. I hope he performs well, even for the Eagles. But they\u2019re not going anywhere. <\/p>\n

Sadly, neither are the Jets. I\u2019m furious at management for firing coach Eric Mangini after his Bret Favre induced losing season last year. He was out of a job for all of two days, before the Browns wisely snapped him up. Now the Jets have an untested rookie coach and not a whole lot else going for them. So it\u2019s going to be a long hard slog again. Go Cardinals. I\u2019m still heartbroken over your Super Bowl loss. Get the thing won this time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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