Musing

[written and published from Calgary]

-12C/10F, bright sun, calm; Gusta found bare patches of grass laden with scent to interrupt her run now and then; I lumbered behind with a sore knee . . whacked it on my desk dead cenre on the kneecap the other day . . then did it again yesterday

Friday night at the movies and a bite after was a great end to a mixed emotions exhausting week; I recommend you GO SEE the movie The Last King of Scotland . . it is incredibly good; Forest Whittaker deserves all those awards he is collecting; great story well told

taking stock, making stock . . what are these basic ingredients in soup, in life?

is it time to take stock of your definition of a perfect day?

it seems to be mine . .

someone wrote me asking how I would describe a perfect day; my quick response was: a great day for me involves a long walk on the beach (Maui preferred) . . or sleeping in with someone special under a duvet in the quiet of the mountains (Emerald Lake preferred) or just hanging out with a bright mind who gives a hoot about things important and about me; a great day is driving on a skinny road for 50 miles just to eat something great; a great day is solitude, it is connecting with people . . a great day is wrestling with Gusta; a great day could be today or tomorrow - we never know till we go exploring - but that was incomplete

a perfect day is one when we wake up
a perfect day is imagination running away
a perfect day begins with a dream and ends with a hope
a perfect day includes smiles and tears, laughter and fears
a perfect day is perfect in paradise or just about anywhere else
a perfect day is this one, that one and the one around the corner
a perfect day is remembering perfect days and imperfect ones too
a perfect day is soup day, savouring the melding of unlikely ingredients

time for an ice-pack on my knee, but first we must go to the store for fish and some lobster fixins; it’s making stock day, a day to stew fish and things to make buckets and buckets of that basic ingredient (thanks Shirley for the ice cream pails) to fill the freezer . . bisque visions . . I can taste it already

‘When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not.’- Mark Twain

there are lots of Marks in the world; it seems we all have really good memories of incredible experiences – most had a beginning, a middle and an end . . except the ones that never end . .

ah . . those memories make a perfect day that repeats and repeats

I’ll take stock of those anytime

Mark Kolke
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