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“Can’t seem to find the angels for the devils” – Let it Go

One must watch for beauty because it’s retiring more often than not (unlike ugly which is more in your face, bop you on the nose). Comfort is the open field or closed forest to walk or open road to drive. Highway speed, windows cranked down, music cranked up, going thru Edelweiss, Quebec. (I’ll have to go there deliberately one day.)

It has a fantastic, almost mythic, landscape. I pulled over to take it in. I didn’t take photos there but symmetry in plantation of pines caught my camera eye.

“At the end of the day you just got to say its alright” – Ordinary Day

An afternoon of nonsense and sense and laughter with a friend.

And even a chipmunk who came to lick the chip salt off my pants. How often does that happen.

Sitting with fire and good conversation and company.

“Step off the edge and never worry about the fall” – Consequence Free

Coming home to the NAC orchestra playing with Ian Tyson who said, as a back up band, the orchestra wasn’t doing badly compared to the band back in Calgary.

He said his main occupation is ranching and music’s just a way to fund it, this Spanish occupation. The first cows and sheep and cowboys all came thru a heritage of Spain and the culture runs thru the midline of North America, Saskatchewan thru Mexico of one ranching heritage.

He also has a cafe. Naturally he sang as well as pleasantly pattered, and the crowd was the full of the field, unlike the night before in the rain. Children ran their organic circles, blowing bubbles echoing or being echoed by the seagulls turning their arcs.

Blog Link: Crime rates fall, as usual

Quote: “Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” – Dalai Lama

Not sure who Jehoshua is, but he sure seems friendly, or busy, or both.

Or else, in Ottawa’s continuing tradition of off-beat graffiti, it’s religious.

I still remember when I called into the city when the building I was working in got storey-high spray paint. I called it in and the operator braced herself for what she was about to hear and tentatively asked me to tell her what it said, if I could read it. When I told her “God is Love”, she laughed and said, huh, that’s kind of nice.

Had a bit of tea. It was herbal (going for the hard stuff as usual) with bits of dried fruit, and it kept running as dark on the 3rd cup as the first.

Marianne Fiset, soprano with director Julien Bilodeau and L’Orchestra de la Francophonie Canadienne. Gorgeous voice. Think this was my fav, in first movement. Orchestra in the Park is a free classical music concert series for 18th-20th in Lebreton Flats Park.

Beyond that,…Nice to see you here. Here’s your hat, what’s your …not much I want to say here. Go see Brittany.

Why? Pick a post, any post. Here: free samples. Everyone loves free samples…

Today at the store, I saw a guy in the dairy aisle wearing a t shirt that said “Watch it, or you’ll end up in my blog.”

I felt bad for him. Then I felt bad for myself…because here he is in my blog, and I didn’t even have a t shirt warning him. (from same)

What are you addicted to, friends?

Oh, and no one say puppies, rainbows or baby laughs…because we all know that’s not true. (intervention post)

And the quotable from her that pointed me there in the first place that resonates too well:

Why do I have a butter knife in my hand? Hmm, it has mayo on it, I must have been making a sandwich. But wait, why am I standing in the bathroom? Wait, I don’t even have any lunch meat. And, where are my pants?

I haven’t slept much lately. Is it obvious?

Found via Blogtations

Smallest of teehee on seeing man with toolbox, with the back of his shirt reading “in control” rattling inwards that door labelled push. Wonder what he’s repairing…?

At the cheek by jowl concert, one kid still stands out to me. He was stymied by someone stopping. He and his 3 grade-3-ish friends (and dad) stood then the little boy made a fishie with his arm and called out, coming thru and all these adults squeezed back to make a path that he and the 4 (and meek bow-headed dad) walked thru. Hope he keeps that assertive leadership intact thru all the years of being dismissed by agism of him being “just a kid”.

From the letter home, mom said “Dad is outside cutting the grass. He started yesterday.” (;) Isn’t she a slavedriver? I wonder if she lets him in for lemonade before the job’s done.)

In the grocery store I find myself trying to backtrack why I’ve come saying aloud “what am I looking for” realizing at that very time the line of Still haven’t found what I’m looking for plays on the P.A.

Seeing all those sunburned people out there at festivals I mull the idea of working out a contract with a corporate sponsor to provide free samples of sunscreen. Maybe with condoms and safety insurance too for a full-coverage protection kit.

Redeem this act of furtive photographing by making it into a promotional act by considering buying a New Yorker (but not current issue), or better yet look at what Sipress sells directly

Thought Link: Semantics of Crasy Talk, good nonsense, and call someone on it, nonsense

Poetry Link: Another demonstration of how Huth is brilliant

Poet-y Link: Saving Al Purdy’s place so it can stay as physical heritage.

Recipe: The food blog is not dead but sleeping, meanwhile, Cream Cheese Squares

Quote: “Never eat more than you can lift.” – Miss Piggy

A couple photos from around downtown from the last little bit…

The city had to replant the grass that wore off around the favorite art piece and still it gets a different kind of public interaction this week. (i.e. the 2×4)

Shoes loved and lost on Sussex.

Egad Game: We’re past halfway thru another Monday again? Egad, time’s supersonic isn’t it?

Glad Game: Got a hefty letter off to the parents.

Got a book and a cheque in the mail. Nice combo. (Why can I envision so well, those concept making a new similar combination?)

Cat has an enormous appetite with finickiness way down. Fluids are helping.

Got some translations of my barely legible handwriting.

A lovely walk and talk along the canal with Hubby.

I remembered to not pick up neighbour’s mail for them. (This is good because last time they got home from vacation I messed up dates and kept picking up their male mail for days after they were home. Being gracious they were more amused than bemused at missing mail for a bit.)

We’ve got sunshine and rain and decent temperatures. Lovely misty rain fell on me. (Can misty rain “fall”, or is it more of a waft?)

Some more to square away this afternoon before dashing to pleasant evening…

Make yourselves a lovely day.

Quote: “If we would just support each other — that’s ninety percent of the problem.” – Edward Gardner

Guido. Why is that name in my head? Was it one of the list from that street conversations I overheard? Think one of the names was Italian-ish but not that one.

I was at a crosswalk with two sisters. One was assuring the other that she would get thru this because, if there’s one thing Nana gave them all, it was resilience. All the family has it, right, right?

The assured agreed, nodding, comforted, yes, bless Nana, paused, then added, all except for Stephano of course.

Oh, yeah! Stephano, whew, and (mumble name) is pretty messed up too.

And bless (female name), what’s been happening with her after her divorce?

Then they walked out of range, with lighter hearts and tongues.

Quote: On the advantage of doing huge volumes even when your taste far exceeding your skill to make, and continuing anyway: “not enough is said about the importance of killing crap…if you’re not failing all the time that you’re not putting yourself in the position to be super lucky – Ira Glass [via JohnW]