This is a TICK SUMMER…WHICH TICKS ME OFF


GETTING TICKED OFF…BY ANOTHER PAIR OF BLOOD SUCKING TICKS

alan skeoch
June 2018


Now, just how big are ticks?




“Alan, I found another tick on my leg?”
“Are you sure?”
“Saved it…here take  a look.”
‘Last night I felt a little  bump on your shoulder, let’s take  a look”
“ANOTHER TICK!!”
‘Get the tweezers, I’ll pull him of gently…make sure his head does not detach.”
“There, got  him.”
“Are  you sure?”
“Who can be  sure?  Ticks are so small at the beginning of their blood lust”
“Need  a magnifying glass…and even then  hard to spot.”
“Does he  have a head  or not?”
“Not sure.”
“Are you sure that little speck is a tick?”
“No, can’t be sure until it gets bloated…but not going to wait.”
“Maybe some of  our friends will be interested…and cautious.”
“Remember how a tick  got Bob Root and he then contracted  lemma disease…nearly did  him in.”
“Seems a  bad year for ticks…you have picked up three…one was dangerous…needed antibiotics.”
“How   come you get them and I don’t?”
“Could be explained  by the fact you wear shorts and I tend to wear long pants…”
“But you had shorts on yesterday  as well as  me.”
“Right.  Maybe my skin is  thicker and ticks have trouble latching oer skin”
“Must be  located  in a place where  I walk…and you don’t walk.”
“But where?”
“now that is  a question I cannot answer…wish  I could.”

EVIDENCE IN PICTURES


Take a close look  at this copy of  the Star…I was reading it when we pulled  the tick from Marjorie’s shoulder…SEE IF  YOU CAN  FIND THE TICK!


YOU failed, right?  Now look again…the tick  is that little dot barely visible  above the letter B.   Now see if you can find it on the full page of the Star.  Hint: Bottom left hand side
WE  are  quite sure it is a tick…not 100% sure…but the way  the black  dot was attached  to the flesh seemed  odd…like a tick.



Tick in Close-up Free Stock Photo - Public Domain Pictures

The scar…treated  with an iodine solution  Marjorie got from the doctor after her first Tick bite.  She  will have to watch  to see if there is an infection…a round bull’s eye infection around the
bite.   Not likely in this  case.   Often people do  not know they have a tick buried in their skin…at least not until the tick fills  up  with blood and becomes the size of  a pumpkin seed only fatter and an
ugly fleshy grey in appearance.  When  one of these is found get rid of  it carefully…tweezers squeezed where the head of the tick has fastened itself…then pull gently but firmly to make sure
the tick releases its hold.  A sharp pull will snap  the  head off  and  that is  dangerous.  This tick never  got a chance to bloat with blood.  The picture of the  bloated tick is  a public  domain
picture.

If in doubt, see  a doctor.

Where are those ticks living?  We have no idea but fields of  tall grass are popular with ticks so do  not try to start our old W6 International Tractor which is up to its belly in tall grass.
It won’t start anyway…too much dirt in the gas tank.  Discovered after spending a bit of money getting everything else working.  Being bitten by  a tick would just “tick me off” all the more.

alan skeoch
June  2018

P.S.  The wild  daisies are in full bloom right now.  I hope this tick story does not prevent you from picking a bouquet of them!!

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Al,

Do you remember this?

 

Al,
Do you remember this?

Thanks Nick
DUFFERIN RACETRACK: CRUCIBLE  OF LEARNING
alan skeoch
June 2018

Crystal clear memory…terrific  photograph.  Dufferin racetrack…add a couple of  hundred men in battered fedoras rushing through the gates as if their life depended on the horses and hot walkers, now the place is Dufferin Mall. Boring.  

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Baby raccoon beside the gravel road:

“LET HIM ALONE, ALAN”  (said a voice  from within)
alan skeoch
June

I caught the flicker of  movement on the gravel fringe of the Fifth Line just below our farm. A little ball of something that looked  alive but barely so. Moving in jerks and starts.    So  I braked  and  backed up.

A baby racoon was  trying to get nourishment from  some scrap of  food.  It was alone and certainly not in the best of  health.  The back  legs were wet…perhaps from wading through the swamp but also perhaps from something more sinister.

PORT CREDIT RHODODENDRON GARDEN….SEE IT NOW IF YOU CAN

DATE  JUNE 3, 2018

PORT CREDIT RHODODENDRON GARDEN:   AND  FIND THE BIG BUJMBLEBEE
“ALAN, I want to take you to see something spectacular.”
“What?”
“Not telling until we get there.”
“Far?”
“No, right on our doorstep.”
And so spent a wonderful afternoon in the Rhododendron garden just a touch  west of Port Credit…on Lakeshore Road…
YOU SHOULD GO THERE NOW READERS!!   BETTER THAN THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS

POETRY READNG IN KENSINGTON MARKET MAY 27, 2018 – AN ADDICTION AND A CHALLENGE

Note:  This exposes much…trying to set an example of which  you are expected to follow with your own blank verse.  Do  not chicken  out on me.
I have taken risks.
alan

POETRY READING IN KENSINGTON MARKET, MAY  27, 2018

(inspired the worst and best in me…as it wlll do to you I hope…with apologies for my own blank and feeble verse)
ALAN SKEOCH
MAY 27, 2018
“Alan, we have been invited to a  poetry reading in Kensington Market on Sunday afternoon”
“Poetry…people  reading poetry in Kensington?”
“Yes, we must go.”
“Who invited us?”
“Keith Gebarian…the writer, art critic…and  poet.”
“I thought he wrote history and  pop fiction.:
‘Also seven books of poetry.”
“What kind?  Like Cr. Zeuss?”
“Don’t be silly…he writes hard edged  poetry…stuff that makes you think.”
“Is Just Keith speaking at the Kensington affair?”
“No there will be six or seven poets.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Maybe Judy will join us while Eric is  convalescing.”
“Good idea.”
“Marjorie this is  a big deal.  All  of Kensington is exploding  with people…a  happening for sure.”
“Hope the car doesn’t get towed away…”

ANDREW AND MEGHAN: ‘FESTIVUS’…A WEDDING FOR ALL OF US

ANDREW AND MEGHAN:  “FESTIVUS”… A WEDDING FOR ALL OF US

I am not a person who follows weddings much.  Better things to do.  But this wedding trumped other weddings big time.
here are a few pictures taken from TV that explain why.  Included is my favourite,  just STAND BY ME.
alan skeoch
May 19, 2018
p.s. Why did I say Andrew …  I always get my Princes mixed up…same about Princesses … stupid…Most readers seemed to have not noticed which is comforting…probably all think I am supped anyway AS YOU KNOW I MEANT HARRY.

TICKS, INFECTION AND OBSOLESENSE alan skeoch May 2018

FEAR STARTED IN OUR RHUBARB PATCH:
(This is not a funny story…a warning story on dangers of infection)
alan skeoch
May 2018
“Marjorie, I love springtime when  our slice of the world  turns green…bursting green in all shades.”
“Rhubarb is in season Alan…in the back field.”
“You pick it while I try to get the tractor started to plow, OK?”
“Is the back field plowed?”
“Nope, couldn’t do the plowing last fall…tractor wouldn’t start…dirt in the sediment bowl.”
“I can get to the rhubarb through the weeds, no problem.”
“Maybe make a Rhubarb pie?  Love that.”
“Depends  on the amount of rhubarb back there.”
And that is how the day began…anticipation of a  rhubarb pie.