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FROM ME TO YOU
Sunday, December 26, 2021 
 
Yesterday was a travel day – a goodbye squeeze of kids, packed and loaded, we headed home in light traffic on roads that were great and well cleared until we hit Calgary, where Deerfoot Trail, our busiest and highest priority roadway, was in abysmal condition ~ so bah humbug to those in charge of that!
 
I hope everyone has had a pleasant holiday time because I could hope for nothing happier than mine.
 
As for AN’s comment that I should take a day off, I neither want to nor know how to rest …
Most days, I love to work. To write. To work some more. To play. To write. To work.
 
Most days.
 
On other days, I love to play.
 
When was the last time that we could whimsically ditch work and play, take a spontaneous trip – or escape the trappings of our technology?  When was the last time you played hooky?
 
Editing, polishing – interchanging words and re-writing sentences in prose or poetry is, for me, a lot like the analogy of a sculpture seeing something inside the block of stone and trying to release it – to set it free, chipping away one bit at a time.
 
Writing something long and full – then clipping away words, unnecessary verbiage, leaves the skeleton of it, the flesh of it, all alone without extraneous things that don’t belong.
 
And then I’m done for another day.
 
To everyone, please enjoy today, Boxing Day, not just for the great sale prices on everything, but for driving safely and spending time with friends.
 
 
 
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TOLERATION AND UNDERSTANDING
It’s Christmas Day , you can have it off !, AN, Calgary, AB
 
 
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