One month from today I will become eighty years of age! I can add similar descriptions to this marker, but when I think about what to say or write, it is all said in that one observation of that age. However, I do want to add my feelings of thankfulness, amazement, humility, accomplishment and at time regrets. Life is about experience, I have concluded for myself, because it is from this experience in the body that my spirit is enriched by means of the soul.
This philosophical opening today comes unplanned, but obviously was ready to be expressed. Similar thoughts do occupy my almost everyday, but I do not often give expression to them. Yet, as I am closing in on this eighty mark, I have become more sure of the convictions that I have cobbled together since my youth and feel that the time to voice them has arrived. There will be more to come in other places and times.
There I picked up some information on cooking with canola, the importance of riparian areas, biodiversity and where the cuts for chateaubriand and filet-mignon are located on the long suffering cow.
Last Tuesday I met up with Elisabeth at the Stampede’s Weadick Ville. We visited the former Roundup centre and went from there to the Agricultural exhibit. There I picked up some information on cooking with canola, the importance of riparian areas, biodiversity and where the cuts for chateaubriand and filet-mignon are located on the long suffering cow. Next were the midway and its rides, after which I went home and Elisabeth visited some music venues.
The weather was warm and sunny well into the aft, which probably made it the best Stampede day this year; all for those seniors of course! Elisabeth and I chat a lot as we walk, she about her affairs and I as I see and notice things while looking. It is good to share your experience with a friend, which is something I have had to learn to do. Elisabeth with some other friends have been a great help to me in this regard. Thank you guys, take a bow!
Obama is the first and missing Black Father of Confederation for the US, I say.
This aft I expect to meet with Don, whereas my Wednesday visit with Juliet was cancelled again by her. Don and I share about Western Canada and local, as well as southern, politics across the border. I bought him yesterday’s Globe and Mail, which has Obama’s Dallas full speech as a folio item. I consider it a master piece as this US president seeks and holds his nation together across this painful and prolonged divide in values and aspirations of its people. Obama is the first and missing Black Father of Confederation for the US, I say.