Every tear you cry, every doubting eye All of these things will pass away
All of your big mistakes, your little old heart would break Wishing that I would take them back clickable
Write down the things you don’t want Burn them in a glass
Write down the things you dream of Make a paper plane that flies to heaven clickable
And buy a ticket for a plane And come and see me, baby
Or drive your car all night By just starlight to Canada
That’s where I’ll be waiting clickable
It was an odd sort of grab bag kind of week, filled with emotions, both good and not so good.
That my broken string could be replaced.
I had a little mishap with my D string. It took three employees of the music store to find one that would fit.
I had it driven home, once more, after the day I was having; I am one-of-a-kind and so I shouldn’t really be surprised that the first try of violin strings wouldn’t quite cut it.
The guy eventually, expertly fitted the correct D string to my violin and all was well again.
Back to the newbie life of a beginner.
For fresh pea season arriving once again.
It only comes once a year. I look forward to it, all the long winter months.
The pea podding is a zen activity.
Do you know those ball pits kids love to jump into.
Well, I love the sound of a bowl full of podded peas. The sound they make, rolling all around, it reminds me of just that.
That I could enjoy another spectacular Canada Day fireworks display.
The weather was cool, just how I prefer it. The company was on its way. The bbq decided to be out of propane.
Plan B: kitchen – sausages, hamburgers, and more fresh strawberries.
The night sky lit up bright and I was blessed to see a bit of the dazzling display, as who knows, by the time another year rolls around, what I may see.
My three-year-old nephew saw a pizza in the sky, circle bursting forth. I love his imagination. I saw huge bursts too. I saw something.
That my brother was given another chance to perform his music, somewhere in his city, thanks to
They were buskers on the street. Driving by I could hear them out the car window.
Standing there, watching them perform, I enjoyed the shade of the tree they were set up under.
My brother performed a beautiful version of “Decade Adrift”, the song we’re currently collaborating together on.
I really don’t see how his hands can move so fast, on those guitar strings, to produce something of such power.
For an excellent dinner.
It was the discovery of a new delicious vegetable. I had never tasted water cress before. It reminded me of bean sprouts a little. It was refreshing and delicious.
My beer (Great Lakes Blonde) was the perfect choice, and at this place there were a lot to choose from.
The meal was the perfect choice, chicken florentine, along with turtle chocolate cheesecake and gelato.
The restaurant is in an old house, with creaky floors upon entering, but a roomy bench seat and cool air vent after being outside for the afternoon.
For a 100th birthday celebration.
She was the only main character in Gone with the Wind, to die in the film. So, it only makes sense that she is last to live in real life.
Still going strong and living in France.
Her part in Gone with the Wind is one of angelic purity, but if you stick it out until the end, you see that she is so much more.
Olivia, in that part, reminds me of my own grandmother, from the first time I watched and became obsessed by the film. Each time I watch her play the role of Melanie Hamilton, I think of the grandmother who always believed the best in people.
For old movies.
They are a great contrast to movies of today. They have a sound, distinct, that I love to lose myself in.
Not that they took place in a better time, but it feels like that, so I explore how people thought, acted, and spoke in those days.
For a prime minister who makes the effort.
This year was the first time a current Canadian Prime Minister walked in Pride.
The parade is celebrated, all over the world, as in people travel from all around to attend the biggest LGBTQ celebrations.
With it being Canada Day, I watched videos of recent refugees in tears, so grateful to be in Canada.
It’s a struggle, to be a minority or marginalized, but I am glad my PM is making a statement by showing up.
For the hard/valuable lessons learned from one who was there.
Elie Wiesel died this week. I read his memoir “Night” when I was about twenty.
The way he wrote, describing the sights, sounds, and smells of his horrible time in concentration camps was like nothing I’d ever read before.
For the chance to be a witness.
He said even if those who were there are now disappearing, those who listened to their message while they were here, we are witnesses, not literally, thank God.
But that we took the time to really listen and are devoted to never forgetting, to sharing, and spreading the history.
link When a person doesn’t have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity.
—Elie Wiesel (1928-2016)
And a special edition bonus thankful:
Canada, the country, to have been born here. This is the thankful that is in the background and foreground of this entire post and always, in everything I write.