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Saturday, February 5, 2022

Beginning Again

Beginning Again


Spontaneous. That’s what his buddies would think when they found out. Old Mr. Johnson across the street was watering his roses. He waved to him. His neighbour just scowled at him, turned the water off and rolled up the hose. Jack was pretty sure he’d go in, tell his wife he’d seen him and mention how rude he’d been. Jack never could figure him out why his neighbour thought he was rude. He had always tried to be friendly. The old man and his wife would be watching. They watched everyone on the street and if they didn’t know for sure what people were doing, they made it up. Jack put his briefcase down. He squinted up at the sun. It was a lovely warm and calm day. Looking over at his garden, thinking of all the work they had put into their house, he picked it up again. About to go down the steps to his car, he said “No, not this time.” He looked around to see if anyone was in ear shot. Their marriage had started out idyllic and joyful. For six years it had been beautiful. She left him. Just like that. One day she was gone. After that, he just continued going to work, smiling, going out with his friends after work. So many blind dates. Jack shook his head. None of them lasted more than two dates, if at all. Eleanor had been his one and only. None of the others even were even close to her. “Maybe I shouldn’t have put her on a pedestal. No one could ever live up to that glossy image of her." Jack turned back to the front door of his ordinary house on that ordinary street. He locked the door for the last time and put the keys in the mailbox. Taking his gray suit jacket off, he put it and his wallet in the saddle bags of his bicycle, put his black helmet on. 


Jack rode away. He didn’t know where he was going or how long he’d be riding. He only knew that his life had become too rote and secluded from a world of possibility. 


“I could stay, and search for what had been home, or I could go, 

now, before the walls shifted and the ways out was shut.”

~ Tara Westover, Educated

Friday, February 4, 2022

That’s it, That's all!

From July, 2016 ~ 
Has nothing to do with my entry!

Successful trials……..

 ~ I’ve done it to myself again

Nothing

Nada

Zip and Zilch!


When it comes to successful trials, tonight my brain only thinks of Raymond Burr in the Perry Mason books and TV series. They ran from 1957 all the way to 2020 in many tv venues. He always had successful trials with the help of Paul Drake, private investigator and faithful secretary Della Street.


Then there’s the movie Twelve Angry Men - Broadcast originally as a TV play in 1954, it became a 1957 movie set in the jury room where the jurors make a decision in a homicide trial. One of the men finally convinced them all to bring in a not guilt verdict. There have been several remakes since that time.


That’s it folks!


“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.”

~ Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

Thursday, February 3, 2022

Worth the Climb


Open-ended answers

offer a bouquet of questions

only for the curious to 

pick through and find

more open-ended answers


not a dizzying, spinning cycle

but new rungs on a ladder

reaching up, up through the clouds

past dreams to the dizzying 

heights of possibility.





“Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.”

~ Robert Browning

Wednesday, February 2, 2022

Chapter Two, Episode Seventy - Sunset on the Water - Situationally Theirs

Sunset on the Water


“Potential for a good little vacation, this one. Hmmmm.” Jeremy held out a photo. “Here Dez, look at this one. This is from our cabin on our honeymoon last year.” She took it from him. “Wow. That is lovely, Jeremy. Do you plan to take Em back there this year?”


Jeremy pushed his chair back from the table, gathered up the printed out photos. “While I was isolating the last week, I did quite bit of research on what might be available - besides printing photos from my computer. Don’t you miss having actual photos to handle? Makes a vacation or trip more real somehow. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just old fashioned. Anyway, I checked several places. Most are still open, taking reservations and just require the usual restrictions. Several are all booked up and it’s not even holiday time. Anyone going anywhere are going south where it’s a lot warmer - and drier - than it is here.” Jeremy paused and smiled, looking into a distance that only he could see. “Except our honeymoon cabin. We had such a great time there. Just the two of us. No phones. No pagers. No briefcases full of who knows what.”


Dez sat back in her chair. Taking the photos from Jeremy, she flipped through them again. “There’s still a lot of green this time of year, but only a few flowers. Snowdrops and, if we’re lucky, daffodils starting to emerge. Did you walk on the beach or was it too cold?”


They both looked towards the stairs to the kitchen. Jeremy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That must be Em. I can hear her voice. You go downstairs and see if she’s going out again.” Before Dez could even stand from her chair, she heard her sister coming up the stairs. “Dez? Are you up there? Cook says she saw Jeremy’s car. As soon as she said it, she got a funny look on her face and said she had to get something out of the pantry. It was very strange.”


“Yes I’m here, Em.” Jeremy reached out to his wife and embraced her. “Oh, Jeremy it’s so good to see you! But why are you here? I thought you had to work all this week.” She pulled away. “Did you resign? You can’t be sick again or you wouldn’t be here with Dez.” Her sister was quiet, looking like she was trying to stifle a laugh. “Dez? What is going on?”


“Ok, Em. I’ll tell you. We’re going away.” She stepped back, looking puzzled. “Away? But you can’t. What about your work? And I have an appointment in the city with the accountant and I’m getting my hair done tomorrow. It’s just a mess. I wanted to get it done before I came in to have supper with you.”


Jeremy turned her around, running his fingers through her hair. He stepped back, put his hand to his chin. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to put up with your very untidy hair. But I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll just go to that cabin by myself. It would be a nice break for me. What do you think, Dez?” Dez just sat quietly, busied herself looking at the photos. “Don’t ask me. I’m not getting mixed up in this. I think I’ll go downstairs.” She got up quickly, leaving the photos on the table and disappeared.


“Now we’re alone.” Jeremy took his wife in his arms once more, nuzzling his face into her hair. “Jeremy, stop. You have to tell me what’s going on. I’m worried. You haven’t said anything about why you’re here. Jeremy, you didn’t lose your job. I know that sounds ridiculous, that’s impossible.” Tears bubbled from her eyes. Her husband wiped them away with gentle fingers. “I’m sorry, Em. I just wanted to surprise you. Did you forget? It’s our anniversary this month. We let the day slide right past and I decided to do something about it. We leave in the morning. Remember our honeymoon cabin? I’ve rented it for a week. We’ll go up there and walk on the beach. At night we’ll watch the moon rise and see shooting stars. It will be just like last year. And if it’s cloudy and raining, when we walk on the beach we’ll cuddle under that big old blue umbrella of mine. Then we’ll go inside and light a fire.” He stood back and looked at her with kind eyes. “There are lots of blankets.” Em’s eyes were still wet but she was no longer crying. “Can we sleep by the fire?” She looked up at her husband, her eyes  soft and adoring. Taking his arm, she said. “Let’s go for a walk. Cook won’t have supper ready for another hour. You can tell me all about how you set this all up without telling me.


~~~~~


“Are they all right?” Cook set mugs of tea on the table. “Yes, Cook, they are very much ok.”


“Love is that condition in which the happiness 

of another person is essential to your own.”

~ Robert A. Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Spun Gold - POSSIBILITY - Theme for February 2022



Potential for………

Open ended answers……

Successful trials……..

Spontaneous……

I take her with me wherever I go…….

Beliefs take time ………

Integrity held fast……..

Living in a way…….

Imagining all the things…….

Turning dreams ……..

Yesterday’s hopes…….





“I am too much of a skeptic to deny the possibility of anything.”

~ Thomas Henry Huxley, Life and Letters of Thomas Henry Huxley

Monday, January 31, 2022

Calm ~ 1


waters ruffled the last few days. 

dirty black clouds build and threaten. thunder rumbles constant and loud.

wicked winds whip flags of anger and discontent.


and now I need a minute

to take a breath

to step back and know

what I believe, 

how I will find my calm.


waters can become settled again.

sky clear and blue, relieved and calm

thunder of discontent only a memory

and wind slowed only to a breath.


“There’s no point in reacting to a lack of calm

 in a way that makes you even less calm.”

~ Claudia Gray, Into the Dark

Sunday, January 30, 2022

We All 'need a minute'.

It took us much more than a minute to walk through the Mackenzie Art Gallery today. We began with Miskwaabik Animiiki Power Lines The Works of Norval Morrisseau, paintings of Anishinaabe storytelling. We three longtime friends strolled through Saskatchewan’s impressive Art Gallery for the next two hours. My descriptions of the installations would not do them justice. Even though I knew I would be writing about them tonight I have still felt inadequate to describe them. I have taken short writings from the booklet At the Mackenzie, Fall/Winter 2021/2022 


Dawit L. Petros - Spazio Disponibile, living and working in Montreal and Chicago “….reflects his research into the complex layers of colonial and postcolonial histories connecting East Africa and Europe.”


The Community Watch

From local artists these works are a “….commentary on current challenges to community….” that includes  “….a hopeful image emerges of the possibilities of collective action…”


Beyond the Stone Angel

Twelve artists from various locations have their works exhibited in “…a poetic exploration that provides an entrance post to the grief that has affected so many of us, especially as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic.”


Joi Arcand NÄ“hiyaw from Muskeg Lake Cree Nation

This is one that I missed! I did notice it but did not recognize it as an art installation: “….installed both on the interior and exterior of the window, overlapping to create overlapping readings from the perspective of those….” outside and in.


After a final stroll through the gift shop, we went to lunch. At the Roots restaurant. In the community.


The Mackenzie Art Gallery installations can be seen online at mackenzie.art


“Everything you can imagine is real.”

~ Pablo Picasso


**Last evening I ended by edging myself into a corner. At least that’s the way it felt when issues were raised by truckers’ convoy. But I do tend to be rather stubborn. Armed with our vaccine ‘passports’ and our government issued ID’s, we had a great day. Risk assessment showed that we were safe. We had a great day!