I remember the movie. Never read the novel – the Remains Of The Day. Based on novel by British writer Kauo Ishiguro, tells of two main characters whose work and leisure melded, and formed the framework of a peculiar romance of toil and unrequited love ...
As this day/weekend begins, as I consider the parts of this day, it feels like – the Remains Of The Week. My little play in many parts …
What is not done, what cannot be done, what should not be done and that which will never be done – mixed with what is barely begun, about to begin and some ideas of what might be … all spread out on my table with the belief, ‘I will get all of this done, handled, worked through and completely disposed of between now and Monday night’. This is how I approach the coming long weekend, the Family Day holiday weekend, the Valentine’s day weekend. I have nothing social planned, no romancing planned, no play time planned. Eat, work, workout, shop, chop, slice. There will be cooking, eating, sleeping and working. And writing. It will be joyous and singularly blissful.
I was reminded yesterday of this delicious quote by novelist James A. Michener: “The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him, he’s always doing both.”
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -3C/26F, foggy, dark, refreshing steady breeze – seems so odd to be having this lovely spring-ish weather so much of the country is still enjoying snow and cold. Gusta felt shortchanged this morning – but she’ll get a longer walk later … must dash to an early meeting on the U of C, interviewing someone at the Alistair Ross Building on the other side of the city … tic toc