Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Wednesday July 6, 2005 - Year 3, Day 108 - beyond description with mere words
+18C, cloudy, calm
. . .
construction noise numbs, the park cries out for quiet – none comes; monster house getting finishing touches – a bemused woman watches from her new garage as 14 [yes, I counted] sweaty men are pouring & finishing her triple driveway pad . . . not sure if she is frowning because she doesn’t like the fit of any of those 14 pairs of jeans or in contemplation of the labour portion of the bill
. . .
yesterday was full & this morning’s work already intervened, pre-empted publishing this sooner – sorry !
. . .
it was a difficult night for sleeping, one of those rare ones where I don’t begin snoring before I hit the pillow; my night a mix of snooze, coyote choruses, late night/early morning infomercials & wandering outside enjoying warm breeze as an 60’s Al Martino song plays in my head ‘nothing’s really quite as pretty, as Mary in the morning . . etc. ’ reminding me of a 1968 summer crush on a flaxen haired Mary
. . .
words of someone I’ve never met played over & over: “ the start of our journey together will not have been harmed by the combination of your weird humour and my floundering attempts at conversation” . . . hhmmmm
. . .
my words yesterday were inadequate to convey comfort – some very kind responses have been passed on, yet they likely do not help something that cannot be helped
. . .
we all have stressful things happen, things that we cannot wait for them to be ‘just over’; from a hang-nail wound that won’t heal, a tediously long Friday afternoon, or a renovation project - where we just ‘want it to be over’
. . .
we stress over these minor inconveniences of life & use that ‘want it to be over’ term without regard to what it might mean to someone whose circumstances really deserved use of the term when the reason one says ‘I just want it to be over’ are beyond description with mere words
. . .
a full day & a proposal to finish & toastmasters tonight !
. . .
dog report: Gusta had a dog-walk date last night; chocolate lab named Maggie brought her owner; seems dogs had more chemistry [not much] than their owners; a swim in the river in Inglewood near confluence of Bow & Elbow rivers + socializing with homeless folks who stopped fighting to pet my pup were side effects; next !
. . .
Mark
343,184
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. . .
construction noise numbs, the park cries out for quiet – none comes; monster house getting finishing touches – a bemused woman watches from her new garage as 14 [yes, I counted] sweaty men are pouring & finishing her triple driveway pad . . . not sure if she is frowning because she doesn’t like the fit of any of those 14 pairs of jeans or in contemplation of the labour portion of the bill
. . .
yesterday was full & this morning’s work already intervened, pre-empted publishing this sooner – sorry !
. . .
it was a difficult night for sleeping, one of those rare ones where I don’t begin snoring before I hit the pillow; my night a mix of snooze, coyote choruses, late night/early morning infomercials & wandering outside enjoying warm breeze as an 60’s Al Martino song plays in my head ‘nothing’s really quite as pretty, as Mary in the morning . . etc. ’ reminding me of a 1968 summer crush on a flaxen haired Mary
. . .
words of someone I’ve never met played over & over: “ the start of our journey together will not have been harmed by the combination of your weird humour and my floundering attempts at conversation” . . . hhmmmm
. . .
my words yesterday were inadequate to convey comfort – some very kind responses have been passed on, yet they likely do not help something that cannot be helped
. . .
we all have stressful things happen, things that we cannot wait for them to be ‘just over’; from a hang-nail wound that won’t heal, a tediously long Friday afternoon, or a renovation project - where we just ‘want it to be over’
. . .
we stress over these minor inconveniences of life & use that ‘want it to be over’ term without regard to what it might mean to someone whose circumstances really deserved use of the term when the reason one says ‘I just want it to be over’ are beyond description with mere words
. . .
a full day & a proposal to finish & toastmasters tonight !
. . .
dog report: Gusta had a dog-walk date last night; chocolate lab named Maggie brought her owner; seems dogs had more chemistry [not much] than their owners; a swim in the river in Inglewood near confluence of Bow & Elbow rivers + socializing with homeless folks who stopped fighting to pet my pup were side effects; next !
. . .
Mark
343,184
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Mark, I came across your msuings while blogwalking. I was struck by your interesting perspective and fine writing. If you haven't started working on that book, it may be time.
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