(Almost) keeping to my vows
Mostly a non-working weekend. A short visit to St. Jacob's Farmer's Market with my brother and friends who had blown in from Singapore for a rare and precious visit. We should definitely visit this market more often. I suppose we don't because we're within easy biking distance of a smaller market that would make more sense for us. But we don't go there either. Especially when there's 3 meters of snow piled by the sides of the road.
We spent last night at the Mayor's Dinner as guests of a dear friend and previous winner. Net result was a profound feeling we both shared that we're not doing enough to help out in our community. We're pleased with our involvement in the Philippines project -- helping to build a village for a small community ravaged by typhoons -- but we're not doing much locally and it's obvious that there is an increasing need. Everyone has an hour or two to spare. We also walked away with some nice scores from the silent auction. A dinner here -- a great place despite the fact that they seem not to update their website quite as often as they should. An incredible deal on a home inspection for energy efficiency -- we figured nobody else knew what it was so didn't bid. Not only did we know, but we had once been on the waiting list for this and had then somehow fallen off.
A little reading and reflection on the fact that every breath I take may be my last.
A new favourite song. Til it's gone. By Po Girl. Perfect for old guys gallumphing down the trail. Also for sitting on the back deck with that extra half-cup of coffee, contemplating mortality, finding new resolve to look after his body to make it last long enough to not only have all the fun he wants to have, but see through his commitments to his family as well.
I wish things all made this much sense every day.
We spent last night at the Mayor's Dinner as guests of a dear friend and previous winner. Net result was a profound feeling we both shared that we're not doing enough to help out in our community. We're pleased with our involvement in the Philippines project -- helping to build a village for a small community ravaged by typhoons -- but we're not doing much locally and it's obvious that there is an increasing need. Everyone has an hour or two to spare. We also walked away with some nice scores from the silent auction. A dinner here -- a great place despite the fact that they seem not to update their website quite as often as they should. An incredible deal on a home inspection for energy efficiency -- we figured nobody else knew what it was so didn't bid. Not only did we know, but we had once been on the waiting list for this and had then somehow fallen off.
A little reading and reflection on the fact that every breath I take may be my last.
A new favourite song. Til it's gone. By Po Girl. Perfect for old guys gallumphing down the trail. Also for sitting on the back deck with that extra half-cup of coffee, contemplating mortality, finding new resolve to look after his body to make it last long enough to not only have all the fun he wants to have, but see through his commitments to his family as well.
I wish things all made this much sense every day.
posted by Colin at 12:53 PM
2 Comments:
You are definitely riding the mortality train. I thought I was bad. We both need to wake up and smell the inevitability. Then we can go on doing what we would be doing all along, anyway.
Speaking of frogs, as my grandmother would say, Buddy Guy. I'm here to make you envious.
My now husband, Jay, moved here from San Diego in 1996 and has met him three times... just by breathing, it seems. Once was in a grocery store parking lot; the other two, at the auto show. Each time, the man was accompanied by a woman with a clipboard. Go figure.
All I know is that Jay was as ecstatic as you are.
Ha! I am jealous. When Buddy did is walk through the crowd, he stood and played in front of me for a while, close enough so that I could have reached out to play myself. If I'd been a pretty girl, of course, he would have let me.
Mortality, yes, but with every passing day a new and healthier reckoning. Approaching 50 I had a quickening sense of fear that time was running out for me. Now it's just a matter of thinking of myself a little differently. I don't think it is business as usual in some ways, but I'm ok with that. It just means a new startup venture for me.
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