Somewhere, over the rainbow…..

This picture was taken just after a late summer thunderstorm rolled through the Byward Market in downtown Ottawa on Sunday afternoon. 

There is wrong, and then there is this…..




He’s got this dream….

That is a line from one of my absolute favorite songs of ALL time.

“Baker Street” by the late, great Gerry Rafferty. One of life’s simple pleasures is tripping across that song on the radio. The mournful wail of the saxophone, the haunting words…. pure poetry from beginning to end.

By the way, I KNOW there is a remake out there… it just simply does not merit mention in this space.

Anyways… I always ponder over that line whenever I hear that song.

`He`s got this dream about buying some land, gonna give up the booze and the one night stands…. `

Is it instinctually human to have a desire to own land? Maybe it’s just me? Hell, I own an acre of land, with a humble little abode on it, and I feel like buying property every time I hear that line! Not a huge amount of land, just enough that I can’t see anyone from it. Maybe 10 acres or so…. maybe a little more. The desire within me gets to the point that sometimes I check around my area to see what is available in the way of vacant land up for bids.

There is a LOT of speculation going on out there!

A lot of people think their land is worth a LOT of money. Who am I to say… maybe it is. It is safe, at this point, to assume that I am in no danger of losing my virtues by becoming some kind of land baron. I’m simply just not that smart, and I am really, really cheap!

Oh… and my lack of smartness in prior engagements (That is so funny when i think about it….), has left me without the funds required of a baron of any type.

Now in spite of this, I still look. I look at land far away from other people. Somewhere with some space. Just me and no one else. I want to be able to protect that tiny little sliver of land from anyone ever building a McMansion on it. I want there to be some wildlife on it. Ok, not lions and zebras and the such, but squirrels are welcome, and chipmunks, and maybe some deer would cross my mythical, nonexistent land at some point. Oh! Bunny rabbits… gotta have some bunny rabbits! I don’t fancy myself a Dr. Doolittle or anything silly like that, but it would be nice to protect some small area from the evils that we have visited upon this land in the name of progress.

Now, as to the rest of the line that has me so enthralled…. I am really not much of a boozer. Two beers is pretty much a full night of drinking for me. As for one night stands.. I had one once. But I kind of screwed it up…. it started on a Saturday and went through until the following Thursday!

So that just leave the dream, about buying some land. I know at this stage in my life that it will probably remain just that, a dream. Still, it is a nice dream. A sunny day dream, with green grass, a little creek, birds singing…. and me just lying there, flat on my back, staring at the deep blue sky and taking it all in.

Of course, with my luck, that would be precisely the point where I get stung by a bee, to which I am deathly (you know, to the point of death) allergic.