So today begins (drum roll) the...long...weekend. Ah. I can sleep in, then sleep in, then...sleep in, and then, actually... again sleep in.
That's right: four days in a row. I don't work Tuesdays, so when tacking it on to a long weekend what I end up with is a Four Day Weekend. (Do the math, it's really true...)
This, actually (not to overuse the word) is a good thing indeed. I need a rest and a rest and a rest and a rest. I need to mess about with undone tasks; consider the lilies and other living things; head out on brief outings with my beloved; read a chapter or two in the latest (to me) P.D. James mystery (discovered it in a library branch the other day) called The Private Patient; write rambling notes, observations, and rants with a ballpoint in a notebook; ponder and meditate and quieten the heart and pray, the best I can. (By the way, P. D. James, an elderly English lady, is to me a kind of writing rock star. Probably enjoy her stuff more than any other contemporary fiction writer--which is why coming a across her latest work was a serendipity.)
Calgary has cooled today. High temps the next several days will be more "seasonal," they say. By that they mean mid-60's to low 70's. Also seasonally, and typically Albertan, the sun is supposed to show up for most of every day and the humidity is to stay low. (The other day when it hit the upper 80's and I walked home in it as strong winds blew from the south the humidity was 20 per cent.) The air is so clean and crisp that that full moon over there to the east early this evening was the sharpest and brightest full moon, perhaps, that I have ever seen in a lifetime of full moon sightings. (At the very least it makes the top ten.)
The weather is, in other words, to carry on in a heavenly manner. Can't help saying it, and probably this string of several weeks of dazzling weather, has set me to smiling and to giving thanks when I think of it (generally on my walk to or from work).
Much else may be tiresome, even fearsome, about my life and the world we live in, but this much is lovely, and of good report: the weather, these days, in Calgary.
That's right: four days in a row. I don't work Tuesdays, so when tacking it on to a long weekend what I end up with is a Four Day Weekend. (Do the math, it's really true...)
This, actually (not to overuse the word) is a good thing indeed. I need a rest and a rest and a rest and a rest. I need to mess about with undone tasks; consider the lilies and other living things; head out on brief outings with my beloved; read a chapter or two in the latest (to me) P.D. James mystery (discovered it in a library branch the other day) called The Private Patient; write rambling notes, observations, and rants with a ballpoint in a notebook; ponder and meditate and quieten the heart and pray, the best I can. (By the way, P. D. James, an elderly English lady, is to me a kind of writing rock star. Probably enjoy her stuff more than any other contemporary fiction writer--which is why coming a across her latest work was a serendipity.)
Calgary has cooled today. High temps the next several days will be more "seasonal," they say. By that they mean mid-60's to low 70's. Also seasonally, and typically Albertan, the sun is supposed to show up for most of every day and the humidity is to stay low. (The other day when it hit the upper 80's and I walked home in it as strong winds blew from the south the humidity was 20 per cent.) The air is so clean and crisp that that full moon over there to the east early this evening was the sharpest and brightest full moon, perhaps, that I have ever seen in a lifetime of full moon sightings. (At the very least it makes the top ten.)
The weather is, in other words, to carry on in a heavenly manner. Can't help saying it, and probably this string of several weeks of dazzling weather, has set me to smiling and to giving thanks when I think of it (generally on my walk to or from work).
Much else may be tiresome, even fearsome, about my life and the world we live in, but this much is lovely, and of good report: the weather, these days, in Calgary.
posted by Ted | 8:40 PM
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