Friday, July 08, 2005
Friday July 8, 2005 Year 3, Day 110 - white hat time
+12C, light clouds, light breeze
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our walk anything but quiet, interrupted by traffic noise as stragglers rush downtown & construction crews make noise – pathside grass now like a waving wheat field with patches flattened [like hailstorms do] from Gusta’s daily incursions
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what is the measure of happiness, what is the measure of success, what is the measure of me ?
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of you ? is it the reflection in the mirror, or the image others see ?
. . .
is it the balance sheet or the bank balance or the size of the house or how many you have ?
. . .
size isn’t everything !
. . .
I have experienced periods of substantial success [excess!] & find that hills are often followed by valleys also known as deep troughs
. . .
in those valleys there are companions like self pity, self doubt & flagellation; a cold place one best not stay too long
. . .
things look brighter this morning than yesterday, notwithstanding some clouds, just as yesterday looked brighter than the day before
. . .
each year May/June seems to be very slow for my business, followed by a very busy period in July that, fortunately, seems to come out of nowhere each year; 3 new assignments came out of nowhere in the last 24 hours . .
. . .
2 issues are too significant to not talk about this morning
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1 – London bombed; terrorists wreak havoc on lives, families & a city/country that has known so much needless bloodshed; reminds us how lucky we were to have a G-8 Summit without incident
. . .
2 – Calgary to be bombed; the Calgary Stampede begins with the parade this morning; separating the city’s population into two groups - those who MUST attend the parade from those who don’t care while the objective of so many is to get bombed during 10 days of Calgary Stampede that sees a city go a little wild; correction, a lot wild – a time when ‘hair of the dog’ does not describe that state of my carpets; a prelude really, for those who get bombed [there are so so many] who will one day have stupefying memories of how they met their spouse or lost their spouse or lost something precious at the Calgary Stampede
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connecting: great to talk yesterday with muser [who never writes !!] AH from Edmonton whose dog story was sad + meetings new faces of longtime musers; VD & I enjoyed chat & coffee & diet Pepsi last night – interesting to meet someone face to face for the first time after many months of e-chat + SE is in town for Stampede & hope to hook up with her later
. . .
it must be a strange time for MG, having retired as Calgary’s White Hatter this past year – Marge, you gave so much of you to that role for so many years, it will never be the same without you administering the cowboy oath to distinguished visitors – hope you are well !
. . .
tic toc gotta get busy
. . .
Mark
. . .
our walk anything but quiet, interrupted by traffic noise as stragglers rush downtown & construction crews make noise – pathside grass now like a waving wheat field with patches flattened [like hailstorms do] from Gusta’s daily incursions
. . .
what is the measure of happiness, what is the measure of success, what is the measure of me ?
. . .
of you ? is it the reflection in the mirror, or the image others see ?
. . .
is it the balance sheet or the bank balance or the size of the house or how many you have ?
. . .
size isn’t everything !
. . .
I have experienced periods of substantial success [excess!] & find that hills are often followed by valleys also known as deep troughs
. . .
in those valleys there are companions like self pity, self doubt & flagellation; a cold place one best not stay too long
. . .
things look brighter this morning than yesterday, notwithstanding some clouds, just as yesterday looked brighter than the day before
. . .
each year May/June seems to be very slow for my business, followed by a very busy period in July that, fortunately, seems to come out of nowhere each year; 3 new assignments came out of nowhere in the last 24 hours . .
. . .
2 issues are too significant to not talk about this morning
. . .
1 – London bombed; terrorists wreak havoc on lives, families & a city/country that has known so much needless bloodshed; reminds us how lucky we were to have a G-8 Summit without incident
. . .
2 – Calgary to be bombed; the Calgary Stampede begins with the parade this morning; separating the city’s population into two groups - those who MUST attend the parade from those who don’t care while the objective of so many is to get bombed during 10 days of Calgary Stampede that sees a city go a little wild; correction, a lot wild – a time when ‘hair of the dog’ does not describe that state of my carpets; a prelude really, for those who get bombed [there are so so many] who will one day have stupefying memories of how they met their spouse or lost their spouse or lost something precious at the Calgary Stampede
. . .
connecting: great to talk yesterday with muser [who never writes !!] AH from Edmonton whose dog story was sad + meetings new faces of longtime musers; VD & I enjoyed chat & coffee & diet Pepsi last night – interesting to meet someone face to face for the first time after many months of e-chat + SE is in town for Stampede & hope to hook up with her later
. . .
it must be a strange time for MG, having retired as Calgary’s White Hatter this past year – Marge, you gave so much of you to that role for so many years, it will never be the same without you administering the cowboy oath to distinguished visitors – hope you are well !
. . .
tic toc gotta get busy
. . .
Mark
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