What am I waiting for?
I don’t know.
But I know its coming.
Catch me if you can.
That won’t be hard, I’m getting older.
I won’t be caught silently though.
I still have two good fists and a big mouth.
On second thought,
When the time does come?
There’s nothing like a warm blanket and a dark room.
Please make sure that when you enter the room?
That you’re quiet,
Really quiet.
A gentle breeze caressed her, gently tousling her hair about lifting it upwards from her face. Standing at the edge of the long journey before her, she could not help by being awed by the scenery before her. If only all of life could look this way she thought. The journey was long, so very long- and there will be many bumps, potholes and dangerous creatures that she would have to avoid along the way. But that was not the real test. This world, is really a dark and aging sphere continually in flux. The test would be to find the end of the journey and accept it. Would darkness find its way to over-power her by fear? Furrowing her brow, she had to remain determined that she could survive this. The colors before her were many shades of green. Green is good. She was told that the true color of love was green. But soon, all will turn into a black void, the shade of potential and possibilities….or despair. Still standing at the edge of the long path, she almost turned around. “Forget it”. Will she ever find this place again? Like a child, she was gently nudged forward.
A = x+y+z
x = work
y = play
z = mind your own business
I just discovered this the other week, and I love it. I cant wait to share this with one of the classrooms I work in. The teacher, who teaches math, science and physics I’m sure will have already heard of it. But the kids wont know, lol.
#1. I was speaking with my dad this morning. He was filling me in on how his side of the family are faring. They live in Northern B.C. so I don’t get to see them at all. Making a long story short, I’m going to talk about my cousin who is a year older than myself. She’s brilliant. So brilliant in fact, that she ended up attending UBC when she was sixteen and earned her B.A. in English by the time she was twenty or twenty-one. Maybe earlier, I don’t remember. But it was early in her life. She is registered with the Canadian Federal Government as having one of the highest I.Q.‘s ever recorded. UBC did a research project on her brain and discovered that she has a photographic memory. She has always read books like they were going out of style and remembers everything she has ever read. She’s quite the conundrum. When she was twelve or thirteen, UBC offered to send her down to a school in California for brilliant kids. A school whereby the students have the run of the whole place and write a thesis of their investigations. She turned it down due to not wanting to be separated from not only her family, but society in general. Not wanting to be singled out as “too different,” she down-played her gifted abilities. She had to learn how to apply teenage lingo appropriately, she drank, she partied, she experimented with drugs. You name it. However. Engage in some kind of academic or intelligent topic and watch her in all her glory. She uses phrases and words that would put me in a coma. She could be “anything” she wants to be. She lived near the ocean for most of her life so at one point she thought her career would be a marine biologist. Her great love of the written word won out though. Currently, she is working on her PhD in English and her research has lead her to the works of William Shakespeare. The last I heard, she is currently investigating and trying to prove that William Shakespeare did not write any of his work. Apparently, she is making headway but its taken a very long time researching all this out. When she was nineteen, she met a divorced Englishman who’s career was a naval officer. I’m not sure what his rank was. A brilliant man himself and twenty years my cousins senior, he left his career in the English Navy and moved to Northern B.C. with his mother and sister and there he met my cousin. Both found jobs at the local ferry corporation. He was the ferry captain and my cousin was employed to work inside the ferry. I believe it was a year and they became married. Eventually my cousin became pregnant and transformed into a full-time housewife. Later, she worked part-time with her brother at her fathers business. “Its all she’s wanted” she been known to tell people. To have a normal life. I’m sure in her own way its been quite a struggle. For me, I only wish I had a quarter of her brilliance. The things I would do……..
#2. Looking at my search engine terms I come across this: “hand penis.” Like, what’s up with that?
My cousin (who is more like baby sister to me) and I, had an interesting conversation yesterday. Now “M” I shall call her, is a twenty-nine year old nursing student on her final year. M, has been with one man only since she was seventeen and they are going strong. The conversation started this way:
“So like, what’s up with men?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I replied
“I went out to a pub for drinks with another friend/nursing student yesterday, and she made the comment to the effect of; men want a whore in bed and a lady in public.” she said.
“What do you think about that notion?”
After conversing with her for a while and the conversation ended, the question still lingered in my mind for most of the day.
You never hear of women declaring that they want a male whore in bed and a gentleman during the day. At lease I haven’t heard of any women demanding one.
How come women are expected to become so diverse and men are not?
It occurred to me, that I discovered my dilemma.
Do they do mail orders on this type of guy?
Its 10:32 to be exact and I just got up approximately fifteen minutes ago. I cannot remember a time when I slept in so late. I love it. My daughter spent the night over at her uncles and as much as I adore her to death, I am loving the solitude.
I didn’t get home until 2 a.m. last night. What I enjoyed was “finally” seeing Daniel Wesley last night. He’s really talented when he plays live and I enjoy a lot of his music (in which he writes a lot of). What I didn’t enjoy, was seeing the other looser bands for the first two hours of the concert. Let me confess heartily, that my ears are still ringing and I endured complete torture for most of the evening. Some might say that they put these bands on to make the main attraction sound good. But I would certainly not apply that to last night. The crowd, mostly filled with twenty-something year olds, were hardly enough entertainment to justify the crappy bands. My date and I didn’t drink so normally I find it interesting watching others consume astonishing stupid amounts of alcohol, pass around joints and then watch their antics. But not last night. I don’t know what it was. There seemed to be a lot of mixed vibes in the air. Looking around, I don’t mean this judgementally, but it appeared that the place was full of misfits. Perhaps it’s a “music thing.”
Though half of the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves, a huge portion of the people walked around with a drink in each hand (which seemed almost constantly). I couldn’t help but take note that these people wandered about with a look of sadness and perhaps a bit of desperation. Here I am, at a concert, and I’m supposed to be enjoying myself and yet I really wasn’t. The only thing that kept me from virtually walking out of the place was Daniel Wesley. I don’t know, it must be age, but I was so bored my ass hurt and I kept falling asleep before Daniel Wesley came on. When Daniel did come on, it was painful to keep my eyes open. It wasn’t just me either- my date was doing the same and we laughed about it many times throughout the evening.
Because the evening was so long and drawn out, my date and I were starving by the end of the night. My date is not a very refined individual and I would have loved checking out one of the restaurants that close late in the a.m. along Granville street. Oh my God, Subway is so romantic (not). However, I was so hungry that I was grateful for any food so the Veggie sub sufficed.
Another thing: you would “think” women in their twenties especially in this day and age would know a bit of something about fashion or class. I’ve never seen so many fashion faux-pas in my life! Here I was, thinking I was most likely under-dressed in my jeans, Boulet boots and a t-shirt (I just couldn‘t gather enough energy to really dress up). Now I think I didn’t look half bad. And I’ll leave it there.
This was the second concert that I attended over at the Commodore Ball Room since they renovated. The first time was at the beginning of the year when I went to see 54-40 (I don’t have any interest buying their CD’s but they are an excellent band to see live- I really enjoyed them). I hesitate going back to the Commodore unless I really, really want to see a certain band or performer. I know its to be expected in concerts but they wait “SO” long to put the main act on and its torture for me. When I went to see ZZ Top, they only had one act before them: Charlie Major. At least he can at least sing and play. But the kids now and days consider these “other acts” their music and I suppose I should respect that. However, if I want to view an assortment of live acts, I’d go over to the Yale. There, amazing individuals linger about, wicked at playing the blues (and can actually play and sing). To each their own.
Next? The Orpheum Theatre and I’m going to take Caela with me. Classical music and or opera is calling to me. I’ll investigate what will be playing this Christmas.
It has been a busy week.
Since last Sunday in fact.
Last Sunday I went to see ZZ Top, one of my top-five favourite bands. My God, for a bunch of seniors, they still play and sing like they were twenty. I purchased tickets so it would allow us (yes, I had a date with me) on the floor. I felt like I was twenty-something again myself.
Have you ever seen a joint the size of a Cuban cigar? First time I did. And holy crap, a bunch of fifty-something year old women were passing it around in the crowd. Up and down the isles this joint/cigar went on the floor. Then someone handed it to me. All I could do was show a disgusted look on my face, pinch it with two fingers (as in ewwww) and hand it to the guy on my left.
With a shocked look on his face he commented: “What’s the matter? It’s just a joint!”
“Are you crapping me?” I retorted. “There is no way in hell, I would allow that thing to touch my lips. Especially since a dozen people had already brought it to their mouths.”
Ewww.
The guy just looked at me with a bewildered look and shook his head as he brought the cigar shaped doobie to his lips to inhale from it deeply.
Jeezus. People are stupid.
Moving along, it was quite interesting people watching. I’ve never seen so many different types of people under one roof. Mostly people forty +. And lots and lots of biker types. It was very interesting to say the least. I felt like I was on a different planet.
Tonight I am going to the Daniel Wesley Concert at the Commodore in Vancouver. He sings the hit song, “Pilgrimage.” It should be good. He has a rustic, laid-back voice in which I like.
I’ll let you know how the concert went.
It has come to my attention that I need to write more. Poetry, short stories and the subject of autism is just not enough for me. I need to keep in with the flow you know? Not to mention it keeps my mind off of other things. I miss writing dearly.
Standing about, I take notice how my surroundings are calm and composed. The backdrop outside is filled with variegated greenery and I absolutely love it. Almost as if in a trance, I am drawn towards the window. Taking note of the foliage shivering, my brow suddenly furrows. Gracefully, slowly, almost methodically slow, they entered the large, cleared yard. Twice as large as an Ostrich they were; and all black save for the bright red stripe that rounded their upper necks, matching a red stripe that ran across their upper beaks. Side by side the mates walked, until they were joined by yet another awing creature. Larger than the other species, it flounced in on scene, sauntering past the other graceful pair. Its black feathers were so fine and delicate, it floated like an aura around the creature revealing the colour turquoise that lay hidden under all the deep black plumage. Making its way to the middle of the yard, the solitary creature stopped and then descended to the ground like a snowflake. Slowly, the male Ostrich approached. Hesitating for only a split second, it decided to lay down alongside the other. They appeared to enjoy the temperate sun kissing them.
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