It’s Monday. I’ve got my errands done and then some. Posted the parcels, banked my cheque, picked up the soldering iron at Canadian Tire and since I’d rather not take a nap, a coffee double cream and bran muffin from Tim’s.
I had grand plans of walking today… but you know what they say about that… my excuse: too hot. I know, I know, I said that I was not going to complain about the heat (or the humidity!) this summer given the polar vortexes of winter past. Reminds me: my friend quipped, “So. If we get ungodly heat this summer do we call it a SOLAR vortex?” She should blog, she really should. I think you’d enjoy her writing.
Not only is it too hot, but windy! Just the kind of wind that runs ahead of tornado weather. Eyes to the skies, my friends. Eyes to the skies. Last year, on a day much like today, the sky turned black around dinner time and thunder rumbled in the distance. I was outside watching. So was neighbour south. He and I kibitzed until Reiner got home. It rained like stink, but the storm didn’t amount to much considering the preamble and dire weather warnings.
It turns out that just a mere five kilometers north garden sheds were flying and hundred-year-old trees fell. A swath of damage from Paris to St George. Of course, a trailer park was hit. Remarkably, only property damage – no harm to people. Funny, eh? No one considers the loss to creatures and their habitat.
Another reason (I’ve got a million of ‘em) that I didn’t walk: today is pollen day. Could barely see out the windshield the yellow layer was so thick. I can barely keep my eyes peeled to type this Writing 101 post. But looky- here – see the diligence and dedication?
Nah, that’s just me avoiding my AutoCAD assignment. As I say, I’ve got a million of ‘em. And the caffeine is kicking in so watch out!
I first encountered Jesse Cook’s music when I lived in London. That, and his more recent concert in Brantford are two of a handful of music events in my life. I don’t do large noisy gatherings. I’ve been to one or two classical music performances in London, as well – noon hour freebies at the university. My very first concert was to see Valdy perform in a movie house in downtown Kitchener. I fell asleep. No offence to Mr. Valdy. Loved his tunes and played them continuously. But yeah. The house was warm. And the music was gentle and soothing.
Wait! There WAS a concert that I attended before Valdy – but I dismiss it as a candidate for the list because the second that I sat in the seat of the school auditorium I was blasted out of it. The volume was set to destroy and it shook my through. I had to leave. And was confounded by the fact that my classmates were compelled to stay! I guess for most, that kind of musical experience energizes and lifts spirits. To me it is an assault and I find it very difficult to process it without feeling angry and confused, as if I’m trying to figure out why I am being punished.
Twenty minutes up? Thank you Mr. Cook!
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