Where Did They Come From?
Where did the fish come from? The logical question to ask of a man made pond.
Ten years ago it was a bog. The land filled with grasses and bushes… shrubs… and the odd tree. Field mice would have been plentiful I’m sure. Skunk and shrews as well.
Sure there would be gullies staying constantly damp. The mossy ground would give under foot with a slosh. But nowhere would you find a fish.
In the wet times, maybe tadpoles would flutter through the gullies. And dragonfly larvae would hover in the still water. Mosquitos called this area home for generations… swimming in a half foot of stagnant water before breaking the surface to buzz over the land as a growing, living cloud. But never a fish.
Eight years ago, the pond was dug. It was originally set to be a storm water facility… a dry depression of land when the rains were rare… a place for water to collect now that pavement now sits where peaty mosses once did.
And the waters trickled in. Filling the depression and never leaving. The waters always replenishing before evaporation is able to return the spot to grasses.
As time goes, ducks fly in… joined by geese in the fall… and shore birds take up nests in the maturing trees.
And frogs colonize the waters. An evening stroll had to be taken with eyes on the ground. Otherwise, frog guts would have to be scraped from shoe upon the return home.
But with each of these new animals, no great mystery is felt. Frogs can make the journey over land. Ducks spot the site from the air. And the larvae of the dragonflies and mosquitos are deposited within the water in a most logical sort of way. Even a beaver stopped for a while… most likely happening upon the spot accidently while out for a meandering waddle through the fields.
And two years ago it happens. Looking into the cloudy waters from the shore, a small school of fish is seen milling about. Small enough to be confused for those dragonfly young at first… but, upon further inspection, for sure to be actual fish. Pricklies, being the name given to them when I grew up. Stickle Backs being the more common name.
And even though you’re surprised to see them there, they’re so small that you can trick yourself into believing they can make it. Swimming through pores in the ground… or maybe even being created from the lakebed mud itself.
But then this year, the miracle became complete. Full sized fish have found their way to the pond.
One of my walks has me come across a three or four inch fish, laying dead upon the trail. Scaly and reddish in hue. And this brings sense to what I saw a few days prior. When I thought I saw a gull dive into the water from above, to come out, obviously not a web footed gull but a taloned falcon or hawk… with a small red speck hanging beneath it as he soared back into the sky.
And each day that I walk, I now see one or two of those falcons, or hawks, gliding in circles and occasionally splashing down into the water… looking for a meal.
So how did they get here? These red fish that seem too plentiful to be a discarded pet or two. There’s no swimming through the pores of the land… they’re much too big. And a miracle from the mud seems far fetched too.
But they’re here. Be it from storm water drains, swimming along as fish explorers venturing from previously known ponds and streams, through culverted rivers, and fortunate enough to reach these waters before their transportation… and lifeline… dry up.
And now it seems the transformation is near complete. From a wet field of mice and shrubs with the occasional gully, to a little lake ecosystem. Where generations of ducks and muskrat now live… and where fish have appeared almost out of nowhere, yet still unable to hide… from soaring birds… looking for a bit of lunch.
THURSDAY…
--- Work day… tired… feeling a little run down… but get through okay anyway.
FRIDAY…
--- More days. I’m run down and feeling close to sick for much of the day… improving by 3:00 or so.
--- Rain all afternoon. Pouring.
SATURDAY…
--- Up for physio… shoulder is still not happy and hasn’t been on an upswing for ten days now.
--- Work is quiet… quite quiet tonight.
SUNDAY…
--- Another quiet night. Drive by my new place after work (at 6:00 AM). Got walls up for the first floor now. Nice.
MONDAY…
--- Sleep until 11:00ish. A walk of the pond after time on the phone there with mom (getting a bit of a sun burn as I talk out in the sun). Some groceries in the evening and a bit of TV.
TUESDAY…
--- Meet Sarah to get tickets for an August concert. Steve Earle and City and Colour.
--- Physio after that. A lesser level than normal to try to get my shoulder back into better times.
--- A couple of groceries after that.
--- Thunder storm this evening… pretty heavy for a short while.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Dentist in the morning. Looks like some filling work will be done in the next year. Nothing need doing right now though.
--- See, via Twitter and then CBC, that there is a big accident just near mom and dad’s place back home… even see a Subaru involved and I’m not sure what type mom and dad’s is. Luckily, I get in touch with them and it isn’t their car.
--- A few laps of the pond. Falcons now hover over and dive bomb fish.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Making It Up As I Go Along #468
The Pick Up
Through the trees along straightaways
Come where west meets north
A quick turn and turn again
A new westward straightaway.
On the edge of the city but feeling like countryside
Pass parking lots for walking trails
Pass farm houses, brick and tree laced
Turtle crossings and horses in place of city scapes.
Along one straightaway an unwinnable race
Me driving the road
Over my shoulder, passed
The jet descending over farmer fields
Shooting by and disappearing behind the trees.
Aboard are hundreds
Peering out towards the earth
Surveying the land
Spotting my car, and wondering where I go.
Arriving at the finish ten minutes behind the plane
I park and venture in.
Standing in a hanger sized room
Stories high, televisioned and water falled.
Others have gathered here with me.
And escalators bring the race winners
Slowly descending as on the plane
Surveying the crowd as they did the land
And spotting me as my car
My parents coming down.
This landing comes with hugs
Kisses and gentle squeezes of shoulders
We wander to the carousel
Awaiting their pieces of home
Packed tight in wheeling bags.
Back along the countryside
Now three where once there was one.
Another plane dropping over farmer fields
Reminds me to share my earlier race
Quiet chatting as we skirt the city
Comments of the difference in seasons
Changes in the land from where they left
To where they now are.
Noticing a sign for fresh berries
For local vegetables
Mom calls from the back seat
And we pull off at the stand.
Soon after back to my parking lot.
Baggage pulled from the back
Farmer delights carefully carried from the seat
We walk to my door.
Together once again
Another few weeks of family time
And as we reach the steps
Mom nudges at dad
Pointing longingly at the flowers
WEDNESDAY…
--- First day back to work isn’t a good day. I slept about 2.5 hours last night… see moronic signs plastered in the office because there is a complete void of leadership in the place. At least the “No Loitering” sign didn’t go up at the help desk… a fine way to keep work away from the place people are supposed to go to discuss issues.
--- Blessed with a new round of political adds on TV. Over to the provincial politics and, a real original idea… the guy in power is trying to pass “sneaky” taxes and I’ll lower taxes. Oh please shut up.
--- And the Canucks are too beaten and battered… and Thomas is quite good… and there goes the Stanley Cup to the classless Bruins… perfect, just perfect.
THURSDAY…
--- I sleep better but wake with the memory of disappointment. The worst I’ve felt about watching a hockey game since Calgary beat Montreal in 1989. And the Vancouver riots… oh boy. Time for everyone to over analyze and over react. It was stupid and nothing to be proud of but really… the news talks to a guy in Detroit and he says people in Detroit are embarrassed for us. Really? Some guy in Detroit looks at this and feels embarrassment? Canada is now a threat to American tourists… a city of millions is told to feel shame for the work of hundreds. Get a grip people. And I’m sick of the Canuck hate by hockey fans. Saying how glad they are that Vancouver lost because they hate how they play. This is how messed up hockey fans are… taking dives is to be despised… the fact that two members of the Bruins were responsible for two hockey players having broken vertebrae this season is forgotten when it comes to who deserves good fortune. The Bruins were classless thugs no more deserving of victory from a moral standpoint than anyone else.
--- Happy that I don’t get dumped on at work as a Canuck fan. I was concerned some would do it… but maybe my years of not doing such to others has paid off… there is hope in friends!
--- Leave work early. Go with Janice for a late lunch and patio time. A nice afternoon and it helps cheer up after the hockey foolishness.
FRIDAY…
--- Night shift. Goes pretty normally with just Keith and I.
SATURDAY…
--- Up for a little TV before physio. Afternoon nap right after physio and then up and ready for night shift.
SUNDAY…
--- Father’s Day. I call dad before bed in the morning and then sleep until about 11:30. Some baseball and golf on TV and a few movies and such in the evening… a relaxing first day off.
MONDAY…
--- Laundry and a walk. Do three laps of the pond. Should have brought the camera as the local heron flew low across the water in front of me… it’s reflection as clear as it was.
TUESDAY…
--- Some idiot put out recycling today… about 60 hours before it is supposed to be out. Living in a neighbourhood of hicks.
--- Physio… my shoulder is actually feeling a little more rickety today… oh my.
--- Three laps of the pond again today… a nice walk.
Through the trees along straightaways
Come where west meets north
A quick turn and turn again
A new westward straightaway.
On the edge of the city but feeling like countryside
Pass parking lots for walking trails
Pass farm houses, brick and tree laced
Turtle crossings and horses in place of city scapes.
Along one straightaway an unwinnable race
Me driving the road
Over my shoulder, passed
The jet descending over farmer fields
Shooting by and disappearing behind the trees.
Aboard are hundreds
Peering out towards the earth
Surveying the land
Spotting my car, and wondering where I go.
Arriving at the finish ten minutes behind the plane
I park and venture in.
Standing in a hanger sized room
Stories high, televisioned and water falled.
Others have gathered here with me.
And escalators bring the race winners
Slowly descending as on the plane
Surveying the crowd as they did the land
And spotting me as my car
My parents coming down.
This landing comes with hugs
Kisses and gentle squeezes of shoulders
We wander to the carousel
Awaiting their pieces of home
Packed tight in wheeling bags.
Back along the countryside
Now three where once there was one.
Another plane dropping over farmer fields
Reminds me to share my earlier race
Quiet chatting as we skirt the city
Comments of the difference in seasons
Changes in the land from where they left
To where they now are.
Noticing a sign for fresh berries
For local vegetables
Mom calls from the back seat
And we pull off at the stand.
Soon after back to my parking lot.
Baggage pulled from the back
Farmer delights carefully carried from the seat
We walk to my door.
Together once again
Another few weeks of family time
And as we reach the steps
Mom nudges at dad
Pointing longingly at the flowers
WEDNESDAY…
--- First day back to work isn’t a good day. I slept about 2.5 hours last night… see moronic signs plastered in the office because there is a complete void of leadership in the place. At least the “No Loitering” sign didn’t go up at the help desk… a fine way to keep work away from the place people are supposed to go to discuss issues.
--- Blessed with a new round of political adds on TV. Over to the provincial politics and, a real original idea… the guy in power is trying to pass “sneaky” taxes and I’ll lower taxes. Oh please shut up.
--- And the Canucks are too beaten and battered… and Thomas is quite good… and there goes the Stanley Cup to the classless Bruins… perfect, just perfect.
THURSDAY…
--- I sleep better but wake with the memory of disappointment. The worst I’ve felt about watching a hockey game since Calgary beat Montreal in 1989. And the Vancouver riots… oh boy. Time for everyone to over analyze and over react. It was stupid and nothing to be proud of but really… the news talks to a guy in Detroit and he says people in Detroit are embarrassed for us. Really? Some guy in Detroit looks at this and feels embarrassment? Canada is now a threat to American tourists… a city of millions is told to feel shame for the work of hundreds. Get a grip people. And I’m sick of the Canuck hate by hockey fans. Saying how glad they are that Vancouver lost because they hate how they play. This is how messed up hockey fans are… taking dives is to be despised… the fact that two members of the Bruins were responsible for two hockey players having broken vertebrae this season is forgotten when it comes to who deserves good fortune. The Bruins were classless thugs no more deserving of victory from a moral standpoint than anyone else.
--- Happy that I don’t get dumped on at work as a Canuck fan. I was concerned some would do it… but maybe my years of not doing such to others has paid off… there is hope in friends!
--- Leave work early. Go with Janice for a late lunch and patio time. A nice afternoon and it helps cheer up after the hockey foolishness.
FRIDAY…
--- Night shift. Goes pretty normally with just Keith and I.
SATURDAY…
--- Up for a little TV before physio. Afternoon nap right after physio and then up and ready for night shift.
SUNDAY…
--- Father’s Day. I call dad before bed in the morning and then sleep until about 11:30. Some baseball and golf on TV and a few movies and such in the evening… a relaxing first day off.
MONDAY…
--- Laundry and a walk. Do three laps of the pond. Should have brought the camera as the local heron flew low across the water in front of me… it’s reflection as clear as it was.
TUESDAY…
--- Some idiot put out recycling today… about 60 hours before it is supposed to be out. Living in a neighbourhood of hicks.
--- Physio… my shoulder is actually feeling a little more rickety today… oh my.
--- Three laps of the pond again today… a nice walk.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Making It Up As I Go Along #467
A Few Things
Farewell to the Car
This week I switched cars. Nothing drastic, but my lease was running out and I re-upped with Mazda, getting a newer version of the Mazda 3.
Driving out from Mazda in the new car, I couldn’t help but look over at the black one left behind in the lot. It sat there, a familiar friend that partook in many moments over the last four years. And now the license plate removed, with a dusting of pollen giving the black a yellowy hew… the car looked abandoned.
Despite the stereo system, I often drove that Mazda in quiet. It became a cone of calmness, blocking out the hectic world.
And there have been many family journeys in that car. Driving for hours with my parents… on an autumn day, through the countryside. It became a fall ritual that they would come visit and we’d venture about. Heading to the St. Lawrence, stopping for apple cider along the way. There’s a picture of mom and I outside the stand, sipping cider, with a corner of the old car seen on the side of the picture, still shinny and new… only a few months old.
We drove to the Gatineau Hills, snaking through a ribbon of asphalt and surrounded by yellow, red and orange.
And there was the summer trip to Quebec City. Keeping in touch with my sister’s family via cell phones, planning stops along the way and chatting about everything from politics to farmer fields along the way. The car gently rocking us to sleep as we go. First my father drifting off… then mom slowly growing silent… followed by me, proclaiming them back to wake loudly, for fear that I was soon to go next.
With shift work came other quiet, peaceful moments. After my last night shift, I’d often drive to the 24 hour grocery store before heading home. I’d park in a near empty lot, and head in to pick up my few needed goods.
Heading back out to the car, I’d be loading groceries alone in the lot… at 6:30 in the morning… with the sun rising on the horizon… pink to orange and turning golden in the quiet of the morning… I’d while lifting bags into the back of the car, and look off into the brightening east, hearing the quiet hum of morning traffic in the distance before heading home, me in my car. Mellow, and ready for bed.
Farewell to Working Body Parts
Got the shoulder diagnosis this week, and it’s about as bad as it could be. A complete tear in my rotator cuff… with either a future surgery or the need to build up surrounding muscles to the point of compensation. And although the shoulder generally feels ok most days, it’s weak still, and has me slightly depressed with the idea that it will likely always be somewhat limited from now on. Right now, I’d likely throw a ball farther left handed than I would right… and it feels like it’ll always be this way now… even if that may not be the case.
And at work I went to compensate one day, using my date stamp left handed in order to save the right side from the jar of a few hundred stamps. The end result, my old thumb injury reared its head. My left thumb swelling up and, even after the swelling went down a day or two later, a constant locking and clicking within it makes me feel extra rickety this week.
Enough Already
Even though I’m a hockey fan… and even though one of my favourite teams are in the Stanley Cup final… I’m ready for hockey to end this year. So I can only imagine the fall off in interest from casual fans.
The days are longer, it’s warmer outside, and this has been going on for two months now… I’m ready for hockey to end for the season.
TUESDAY...
--- Silliness at work in the morning. Too many people with too much time on their hands in that joint.
--- Physio right after work. I don’t get out of there until about 8:00… so it’s a long day.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Today was the day the Canucks were supposed to win the Stanley Cup. But they got beat up for a second straight game and now the series is tied at two instead.
--- Hot day, around 40. And the result is the craziest thunderstorm I’ve ever seen. Twenty minutes of Armageddon. Night came at 4:45… hail and snow like rain and wind galore.
--- Clean my stuff out of the car. My last full day with the Mazda… new Mazda to come tomorrow.
THURSDAY…
--- Car day. Go to Mazda at noon and trade in the old car for the newer model. A little nostalgic on the way out, looking at the old car sitting in the parking lot with the license plate off. A good four years with it.
--- Work is fairly busy but fine. Shoulder is touchy today… I think due to carrying my old tires to the car Wednesday night… shows how weak that shoulder is now.
FRIDAY…
--- Shoulder still a step back of where it was a few days ago. Physio tomorrow seems necessary. And my thumb is now swollen for no good reason. Just noticed it getting stiff last night and it remains tight today. No pain… and no concrete thing to point to. All I can think is that I was using my date stamper at work last night, left handed (to save my shoulder). And it’s the left thumb that is gimpy now. Maybe stamping a few hundred times with my left hand isn’t appreciated.
SATURDAY…
--- In bed around 6:30… up around 11:00… at physio for 12:30 and home again by 2:15 or so. Some TV and relaxing. Shoulder is back to where it was before the slip of a few days ago.
SUNDAY…
--- Get Karl today and take him to my building lot. He seems to approve. Lunch together after that and then I head downtown for a bit before a nice drive home along the Aviation Parkway… with the moon roof open along the way.
--- Watch some basketball. Nice to see Miami lose. But every other sport besides hockey just don’t know how to have championship moments. When Dallas wins, Dirk Nowitzki goes straight to the locker room while the rest of the team celebrates on court… some interaction with the Miami players but not much… and then the trophy presentation. And like football and baseball, they give the trophy to the team owner rather than the players. And then once the players actually get it, the owner gets interviewed over the stadium public address system. So when we should be getting the emotion of the players with the trophy, that’s a secondary thing while Mark Cuban talks. Only hockey knows how to do it.
--- Speaking of hockey, the Winnipeg franchise is starting to sound horrendous. Lets the GM go… keeps the coach hanging and then says they’ll interview coaching candidates and he (the existing coach) will be included. And even though everyone is chanting “Go Jets Go” the team will not use that as the name. And today I hear the possibility of calling them the Manitoba Polar Bears? If that happens, Oh man… if that happens…
MONDAY…
--- To Minto’s design centre with Diane (the agent). It’s pick out the stuff for the house day #1. Got much of it done and in a reasonable budget. Hardwood flooring, ceramic tile, upgraded carpet, some upgrades in cupboards and counter tops… and much more. There about three hours and I’m liking how things look.
--- Hockey is killing me. Vancouver lose big in Boston again. Back to Vancouver for a winner take all, game seven Wednesday.
Farewell to the Car
This week I switched cars. Nothing drastic, but my lease was running out and I re-upped with Mazda, getting a newer version of the Mazda 3.
Driving out from Mazda in the new car, I couldn’t help but look over at the black one left behind in the lot. It sat there, a familiar friend that partook in many moments over the last four years. And now the license plate removed, with a dusting of pollen giving the black a yellowy hew… the car looked abandoned.
Despite the stereo system, I often drove that Mazda in quiet. It became a cone of calmness, blocking out the hectic world.
And there have been many family journeys in that car. Driving for hours with my parents… on an autumn day, through the countryside. It became a fall ritual that they would come visit and we’d venture about. Heading to the St. Lawrence, stopping for apple cider along the way. There’s a picture of mom and I outside the stand, sipping cider, with a corner of the old car seen on the side of the picture, still shinny and new… only a few months old.
We drove to the Gatineau Hills, snaking through a ribbon of asphalt and surrounded by yellow, red and orange.
And there was the summer trip to Quebec City. Keeping in touch with my sister’s family via cell phones, planning stops along the way and chatting about everything from politics to farmer fields along the way. The car gently rocking us to sleep as we go. First my father drifting off… then mom slowly growing silent… followed by me, proclaiming them back to wake loudly, for fear that I was soon to go next.
With shift work came other quiet, peaceful moments. After my last night shift, I’d often drive to the 24 hour grocery store before heading home. I’d park in a near empty lot, and head in to pick up my few needed goods.
Heading back out to the car, I’d be loading groceries alone in the lot… at 6:30 in the morning… with the sun rising on the horizon… pink to orange and turning golden in the quiet of the morning… I’d while lifting bags into the back of the car, and look off into the brightening east, hearing the quiet hum of morning traffic in the distance before heading home, me in my car. Mellow, and ready for bed.
Farewell to Working Body Parts
Got the shoulder diagnosis this week, and it’s about as bad as it could be. A complete tear in my rotator cuff… with either a future surgery or the need to build up surrounding muscles to the point of compensation. And although the shoulder generally feels ok most days, it’s weak still, and has me slightly depressed with the idea that it will likely always be somewhat limited from now on. Right now, I’d likely throw a ball farther left handed than I would right… and it feels like it’ll always be this way now… even if that may not be the case.
And at work I went to compensate one day, using my date stamp left handed in order to save the right side from the jar of a few hundred stamps. The end result, my old thumb injury reared its head. My left thumb swelling up and, even after the swelling went down a day or two later, a constant locking and clicking within it makes me feel extra rickety this week.
Enough Already
Even though I’m a hockey fan… and even though one of my favourite teams are in the Stanley Cup final… I’m ready for hockey to end this year. So I can only imagine the fall off in interest from casual fans.
The days are longer, it’s warmer outside, and this has been going on for two months now… I’m ready for hockey to end for the season.
TUESDAY...
--- Silliness at work in the morning. Too many people with too much time on their hands in that joint.
--- Physio right after work. I don’t get out of there until about 8:00… so it’s a long day.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Today was the day the Canucks were supposed to win the Stanley Cup. But they got beat up for a second straight game and now the series is tied at two instead.
--- Hot day, around 40. And the result is the craziest thunderstorm I’ve ever seen. Twenty minutes of Armageddon. Night came at 4:45… hail and snow like rain and wind galore.
--- Clean my stuff out of the car. My last full day with the Mazda… new Mazda to come tomorrow.
THURSDAY…
--- Car day. Go to Mazda at noon and trade in the old car for the newer model. A little nostalgic on the way out, looking at the old car sitting in the parking lot with the license plate off. A good four years with it.
--- Work is fairly busy but fine. Shoulder is touchy today… I think due to carrying my old tires to the car Wednesday night… shows how weak that shoulder is now.
FRIDAY…
--- Shoulder still a step back of where it was a few days ago. Physio tomorrow seems necessary. And my thumb is now swollen for no good reason. Just noticed it getting stiff last night and it remains tight today. No pain… and no concrete thing to point to. All I can think is that I was using my date stamper at work last night, left handed (to save my shoulder). And it’s the left thumb that is gimpy now. Maybe stamping a few hundred times with my left hand isn’t appreciated.
SATURDAY…
--- In bed around 6:30… up around 11:00… at physio for 12:30 and home again by 2:15 or so. Some TV and relaxing. Shoulder is back to where it was before the slip of a few days ago.
SUNDAY…
--- Get Karl today and take him to my building lot. He seems to approve. Lunch together after that and then I head downtown for a bit before a nice drive home along the Aviation Parkway… with the moon roof open along the way.
--- Watch some basketball. Nice to see Miami lose. But every other sport besides hockey just don’t know how to have championship moments. When Dallas wins, Dirk Nowitzki goes straight to the locker room while the rest of the team celebrates on court… some interaction with the Miami players but not much… and then the trophy presentation. And like football and baseball, they give the trophy to the team owner rather than the players. And then once the players actually get it, the owner gets interviewed over the stadium public address system. So when we should be getting the emotion of the players with the trophy, that’s a secondary thing while Mark Cuban talks. Only hockey knows how to do it.
--- Speaking of hockey, the Winnipeg franchise is starting to sound horrendous. Lets the GM go… keeps the coach hanging and then says they’ll interview coaching candidates and he (the existing coach) will be included. And even though everyone is chanting “Go Jets Go” the team will not use that as the name. And today I hear the possibility of calling them the Manitoba Polar Bears? If that happens, Oh man… if that happens…
MONDAY…
--- To Minto’s design centre with Diane (the agent). It’s pick out the stuff for the house day #1. Got much of it done and in a reasonable budget. Hardwood flooring, ceramic tile, upgraded carpet, some upgrades in cupboards and counter tops… and much more. There about three hours and I’m liking how things look.
--- Hockey is killing me. Vancouver lose big in Boston again. Back to Vancouver for a winner take all, game seven Wednesday.
Monday, June 06, 2011
Making It Up As I Go Along #466
A Month Away
A month away from mountains
The green of the tree line climbing
A hiding place for mystical creatures
Until reaching too high
And leaving only rock
Craggy and black
Capped with pure white snow
A month to go until the ocean
Lapping the rocky shore
Making mountain tops into islands
Allowing seals to play peak-a-boo
And great Orcas to travel in pods
A wild family
Making their way towards a salmon supper.
Four more weeks to giant trees
Great winding trails to walk
River valleys allowing for scenic vistas
At a turn in the road
So stunning as to make you catch your breath
Thirty days until family.
Parents, overseeing the moments to cherish
Sister, looking out for everyone
Brother, the calm thinking host
And nieces, reserved, rambunctious, gentle and explosive
A month until we fly away
Heading there
Where the heart will beat
Just a little calmer.
MONDAY…
--- Work… Monday on a Monday. And it’s the nicest day of the year so far, making it extra hard to want to be there. Once home, I turn on the AC for the first time this year. With humidity it’s around 30 with sun and light breezes.
TUESDAY…
--- Winnipeg back in the NHL. Neat to see. And good to see Atlanta out again. Hockey doesn’t work there.
--- Work is tiresome.
--- Hot day. Gets to about 38 or 39 with humidity.
WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY…
--- Night shifts… work is fine. Just Mark and me both nights. Physio on Wednesday and good food with Melissa and Sarah both nights. Thai one night, pizza the next.
--- St. John’s gets the AHL back. Nice to see pro hockey returning. My hope is they lose the name “Moose” and go with the old style “Jets” (as Winnipeg’s farm team) the same way as when they were Toronto’s farm team and went with St. John’s Maple Leafs.
FRIDAY…
--- Home and in bed by 6:15… up again by 11:00. Physio at 11:30… Mazda at 2:00. And got a new car on the way. A week away from a new lease on a new Mazda 3.
--- A few groceries after Mazda and down time… finally.
SATURDAY…
--- A little laundry and take it easy most of the day. Downtown with Sarah tonight… meet Melissa there. Check out Karl’s art show and I get one of his cartoons. We go to Fat Tuesday’s for supper on the patio after that… a nice time and pretty good salmon.
--- Home to watch the Canuck’s game on PVR. I get through the evening without knowing anything prior to watching the game a few hours after it starts. Good game and really quick OT finish.
SUNDAY…
--- Quiet day. Some TV. Some naps. I go to the new place to see what sunset would be like over there and what my view of it would be. Nice orange behind the trees.
A month away from mountains
The green of the tree line climbing
A hiding place for mystical creatures
Until reaching too high
And leaving only rock
Craggy and black
Capped with pure white snow
A month to go until the ocean
Lapping the rocky shore
Making mountain tops into islands
Allowing seals to play peak-a-boo
And great Orcas to travel in pods
A wild family
Making their way towards a salmon supper.
Four more weeks to giant trees
Great winding trails to walk
River valleys allowing for scenic vistas
At a turn in the road
So stunning as to make you catch your breath
Thirty days until family.
Parents, overseeing the moments to cherish
Sister, looking out for everyone
Brother, the calm thinking host
And nieces, reserved, rambunctious, gentle and explosive
A month until we fly away
Heading there
Where the heart will beat
Just a little calmer.
MONDAY…
--- Work… Monday on a Monday. And it’s the nicest day of the year so far, making it extra hard to want to be there. Once home, I turn on the AC for the first time this year. With humidity it’s around 30 with sun and light breezes.
TUESDAY…
--- Winnipeg back in the NHL. Neat to see. And good to see Atlanta out again. Hockey doesn’t work there.
--- Work is tiresome.
--- Hot day. Gets to about 38 or 39 with humidity.
WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY…
--- Night shifts… work is fine. Just Mark and me both nights. Physio on Wednesday and good food with Melissa and Sarah both nights. Thai one night, pizza the next.
--- St. John’s gets the AHL back. Nice to see pro hockey returning. My hope is they lose the name “Moose” and go with the old style “Jets” (as Winnipeg’s farm team) the same way as when they were Toronto’s farm team and went with St. John’s Maple Leafs.
FRIDAY…
--- Home and in bed by 6:15… up again by 11:00. Physio at 11:30… Mazda at 2:00. And got a new car on the way. A week away from a new lease on a new Mazda 3.
--- A few groceries after Mazda and down time… finally.
SATURDAY…
--- A little laundry and take it easy most of the day. Downtown with Sarah tonight… meet Melissa there. Check out Karl’s art show and I get one of his cartoons. We go to Fat Tuesday’s for supper on the patio after that… a nice time and pretty good salmon.
--- Home to watch the Canuck’s game on PVR. I get through the evening without knowing anything prior to watching the game a few hours after it starts. Good game and really quick OT finish.
SUNDAY…
--- Quiet day. Some TV. Some naps. I go to the new place to see what sunset would be like over there and what my view of it would be. Nice orange behind the trees.
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