Last night on our walk, there was a gentle rain. It fell so delicately, it was like a cleansing mist. It was dusk, and the last vestiges of light defined the gentle blush of the new magnolia blossoms in front of the Catholic Church around the corner. Beginnings – Beltane Beltane was one of four Gaelic seasonal festivals: Samhain (~1 November), Imbolc (~1 February), Beltane … Continue reading May Day and Magnolias
What is it, exactly, that makes a place charming? What orchestrates those that inhabit these environs of grace. For, tis these idiosyncratic sorts that truly give a place its splendid character. Such as the vignette I came upon yesterday at the end of our (Irish and I) hike along the Thames. As we were strolling down the main thoroughfare, Irish has at this point scrapped … Continue reading Village Sketches: The Divine One And His Servant
She is sweet, kind, caring, smart, and forgiving. Some days she is my only friend. She is my confidant, and a mood-altering gift. She is patient and her love is without conditions. She is my world, and I am hers. When I come home, it is her exuberance that greets me at the door. She is my blessing. She will please and please, and be … Continue reading My Irish Blessing
The things that you find when ya ain’t AT ALL looking for them, geesh. My closet door wouldn’t close, and kept creaking and coming open. So I had to take these boxes out, and re-arrange them. In one of the boxes is Tim’s records, notes, receipts etal from that year and some – ephemera from a life of pain and sadness. So I had to … Continue reading Where The Painful Things Go
If there is one important lesson in life I’ve learned, is how to organize mess. I can never say that Library Tech course I took @ Fanshawe College all those years ago was entirely wasted. Two years (almost) at the local library, then POOF!!! All the jobs disappear, casual pool cut, me gonzo… and I almost, barely just got my foot in that door permanent…but … Continue reading More On Organizing A Mess
It will probably fill your evil heart with glee, but its 4AM and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Why you ask? Because your high-pitched caterwauling gave me nightmares. You know who you are. This is just a suggestion, but do you think you could maybe practice your banshee impression in some other fashion? It seems unfortunate that you have to call in and wait … Continue reading Dear Customer From Hell
I’ve had Gustafus for probably close to 20 or more years now – he is one of my oldest Knick Knacks. Purchased back in my married days, for that old garden of mine. He has seen many a winter, and he has become worn, and pockmarked with ruts, and new ridges have formed. He has come to life though, in his fashioning of character, brought about … Continue reading The Life and Times of Gustafus the Gargoyle
I’ve stood here, gazing out at this view, a view I had not anticipated last March. Yet this has been a place I had wanted to be a part of again. Through years in that metropolis that lay down the highway, to the wild Grey paradise of those four years on Irish Lake, I have yearned to be back. Now, here, just out this door, … Continue reading Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be
The days are lengthening, the light is changing, tis the 18th of February and SURPRISE, more snow. Holed up here in me den, till I must venture forth to work, Irish and I have become rather bored with it all. Oh, sunny days do appear more now, yet the bitter cold has me shivering at the mere thought of going out in it. This winter has … Continue reading Daydreams Of Spring
To date, much of what I’ve written concerning the Call Centre world has been somewhat derogatory. To be sure, there are many aspects of the environment that…well…to put it bluntly…suck. That said, there are aspects that do not. Lets start with the fact that out of the hundreds of applications and resumes I sent out last summer, they are the only people who ONE, called … Continue reading My Life In A Call Centre
“Show not what has been done, but what can be. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths.” ― Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose Every morning, without knowing its name, I have awoke to his song. The lovely call of the male Cardinal has been my reminder of good things to come – my mind was … Continue reading Totems, Labyrinths & Time
Today I find out my fate – at 1:04pm I find out what shift I’m going to be working for the foreseeable future. Let me say, the anxiety is horrid. My stomach is in knots, I had a horrible sleep last night, and I’m fighting a sinus infection to boot. Of course, to make it as inconvenient as possible, they scheduled it for the exact … Continue reading My Life On The Hamster Wheel
You ever get that feeling that you’re insignificant? Some days I’m the master of my domain, and god help anyone who gets in my way. Other days? Well, other days, not so much. Amidst the normalcy that encompassed my upbringing, I managed to gain a certain sense of self-importance. Go figure. It’s all about this silly notion that my needs and desires are worthy of … Continue reading Worn Velvet and Butterfly Farts
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