Sometimes I wonder just how fortunate one can get. Oh, I haven't won the lottery, or been discovered by a record label - nothing so mundane. But I do have a small park near my house where I've taken to running in the mornings - not on the pavement - that's jarring, - but on the grass, where the wet seeps into my poorly-made Payless shoes (you get what you pay for). Today was abnormally beautiful. I jumped and skipped and waved my arms up and about - not a regulation style, but much more freeing - and I counted off the 400 right/lefts that I do. and the wind blew; and the tiny new green leaves danced; and the clouds scudded (as they do); and the birds twittered. And moi? I rejoiced in it all, thankful for the chance to be part of it. HAHAHA. I think I sang out a couple of high notes too, just to complete the image of a crazy person.
Well, it's my antidote to the craziness of that other world - the one inhabited by ugly radical islamist murderers, by evil governments, by over-rich CEO's, by idiotic male morons who think they're funny when they ambush female reporters on air, and by the other journalists making a "story" when there is none. That last bit is about the Canadian hooha over Elizabeth May's speech. The only sane voice in Canadian politics and she swears - oh my God!! - in public. Big effin deal, guys. There's crap out of all the other ministers' mouths every day.
But enough of that. i've gotta get back to the robin's-egg-blue sky of this morning, and the wind, blowing away all that blather.
Take me home. take me home. Let me fly away with the boids.
Here's me in my red glasses. Am I cool yet? And then Lake Ontario with an amazing colour, from a walk the other day.
Don't forget le big gig:
July 29, 2015
Hugh's Room, Toronto
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