To day I wanted to write fore sure, since it is the last day of my being 78-years of age, to use the view from the approaching the rise of 79, to look back a bit.
First my immediate activities, one of which was last night taking in Shakespeare's ‘The Tempest’ in the company of Shirley - now Sophie - who had suggested it. We used to go to Shakespeare in the Park put on by Mount Royal Collage at the time. They changed their venue and our lives fell out of cadence on it. Now these open air shows are back under the auspices of Theatre Calgary.
After the show we enjoyed a beer, shandy and some fries at Barley Mills out on the patio still at 10pm! Such is our weather right now! Shirley cum Sophie gave me a ride home and we’ll meet for tea on my birthday.
Tomorrow John and I will have dinner and then we’re off to see ‘Mikado’ at the new opera venue in the East Village. The weather is turning tomorrow, so we’ll make sure the car is near by.
Last Monday, Jack and I met for a birthday lunch at the ‘Farm House’ or Kaffa House of days gone by. We were a bit late as Jack’s birthday is in April, but we stuck to our tradition, be it just barely. The venue was no success on account of the supplies and the street noise. Lunch with Herman today, but that is a regular one and not a birthday event, but who knows?!
Good luck son, I have all the confidence that you will make significant contributions and be successful.
Last night Derrick had left a message that he was all done with his studies for a Masters in Psychology, which marks the end of a five year long journey that started with his move from Salt Spring Island to Victoria for that purpose. A midlife switch of much significance and daring too I may add. Good luck son, I have all the confidence that you will make significant contributions and be successful.
To look back a little further, I now live in this place since 2004, making it eleven years. This is longer than we lived as a family on tenth street and equal the years I lived in Toronto from 1959 to 1970, starting as a landed immigrant.
Those were transforming periods and I now ask myself: ‘What has transformed in my life this eleven year period?’ It has been one entirely contained in my retirement, which started in 1999. I did not set out on this last journey with a goal such as a career or family. But, I did after an initial period of housecleaning you might say, which lasted for about four years.
…I now ask myself: ‘What has transformed in my life this eleven year period?’
I want to elaborate on this discovered goal a bit more and will do so under “Writings”, since the content will be quite religious and philosophical I expect and not be anecdotal of the process.