… some people have no weekend plans, no matter what day it is
Friday May 16, 2014
I wish to live.
I wish to live a simpler, saner and safe life – while at the same time, I can’t imagine staying in a comfortable cocoon as being either safe or useful . . .
I want many things – give me a list, I’ll make it longer. Give me a hug, I’ll want two. Give me a chance, I’ll chase an opportunity. Give me an opportunity and I’ll try to make something of it.
Give me a roof, a meal and something worth doing and I’m happy.
Give me a day and I’ll take the night too.
Give me a week and I’ll take the weekend too.
Does what day it is, really matter?
For many it is Friday, end of the work week. For others, it is the first day of a well deserved long weekend. For outdoor enthusiasts, it is the weekend of camping. For cottage owners, it is the weekend of opening up. For those with gardens it is a weekend for planting. For those with yards/lawns, it is a weekend for cleaning up.
How narrow, naïveis my global-neighbourhood view? To imagine, that because I live an urban life in a safe country – one where summer climes have finally arrived, where freedom reigns and skies rain safe water on fertile soil – that I have any clues about life.
They are so few.
While fellow earthlings risk death every day just by walking around, where quality of life is measured in cents/per/day, quality of health is measured by skills in hunting, gathering or scrounging. Or begging.
How lucky we are!
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 4C 39F, light overcast, steady breeze. I would think, since we were upwind, he/it would have caught our scent and bolted – but when we passed one bush, just inches away was a deer. Gusta lurched (her leash-run nearly wrenched my shoulder from its socket) to give chase, the deer zigged, then zagged, then stopped to look back at us to assess whether running further was really required.