People & Names gone by

A few things have occured to me lately.

The first is that I have so many beautiful journal books and notepads that I really should keep one in every room of the house, for the dual purpose of recording those fleeting thoughts and ideas and for putting them to good use.

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Even in the bathroom

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Anyway, I had a thought last night while in bed

There was no booklet, no pen

So I took my hairtie out and tied it around my finger

So I'd remember to remember what it was

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Which I did

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The thought

that I had was

Wouldn't it be interesting to use up some of those beautiful journal pages

And fill them with the names of everyone who has even crossed the path of my life

Along with a sentence or two

About how they crossed it?

It kinda sounds like one of those projects that gets started with enthusiasm

And then gets left in a drawer

But it sounds kinda neat

and I might have to make a go of it.

The real empty nest syndrome

My oldest son has started a new phase in his life

and by default, so have I.

He got himself a job in a construction camp

North

in Fort McMurray Alberta

5 hours or so norther and 5 hours easter from here.

In another province altogether

Manufacturing screw pilings

(Not quite sure yet how that works)

He'll be working 12 hour shifts, 14 days in a row, then 7 days off

in which he can come home, flight paid, if he chooses

So he's not gone for good

But it's a big step for him

A step up and away

We took him to the airport in Kamloops,

the nearest city to here, 2 hours drive.

To the teetsy tiny airport with one arrival gate and two departure gates

He checked his bags in, went through the security arbour

and was gone

There was another flight boarding just before his

and I watched the passengers walking single file out to the tarmac,

Worried that he'd be in the wrong lineup for the wrong plane.

I watched out the window as he boarded the little baby plane

(I'm not a hero when it comes to flying

and when the pilot walked by me out to the tarmac, I told him to fly safe,

cause he had my boy in there)

I took a picutre as he boarded the plane,

He's just stepping in

The sun was shining right off the plane and through the window

And I only had my cell phone camera

So it was point with your eyes shut and click

And hope for the best,

Didn't quite work out so well.

The worker in front of the plane gave the thumbs up to shut the door

Then waved his orange light sabers to direct the pilot.

He made a sharp turn

Went to the end of the runway,

Turned around again,

And quickly gathered speed

But not as quickly as my eyes gathered tears.

One minute he was there,

The next he was gone

Off into the horizon

To build a nest of his own.

My boy.

Empty Nest Syndrome??

Said Mrs Bird to Mr Bird while sharing a meal one chilly March day

"I've had enough of this already

Let's get away.

 

Let's go south like our friends the Robins

They've got their heads screwed on right,

We were the wrong ones."

Mr Bird thought long and hard

"You know, you may have something dear

maybe we should leave this yard.

This winter's been a cold one, that's one thing that's sure

I'd like to take off for a while

We'll go see a travel agent

And pick up a brochure."

"But what about our nest?"

The Mrs cried out

And she suddenly became quite distressed.

 

"We can't just leave it to the forces that be

We can't abandon it,

High up in the tree!"

"Well now that's a fact"

the Mr agreed

Wait just a minute, I have an idea."

As the Mrs watched, her amazement grew

For Mr Bird pushed the nest from the tree

and into a snowbank it flew.

 

"I know the human that walks her dog here

Three times a day

she'll see the nest

She'll know what to do.

She'll bring it home

And keep it safe for us too

And we can bid old man winter

A hearty adieu!

 

When we come back in the spring,

It'll be waiting for us,

We won't miss a thing!"

So the Mr and Mrs flew away to the south

And the human kept the nest safe

For that's what friendship's  about.

So The Saying Goes......

Whan the sunne shynth make hey.
[1546 J. Heywood Dialogue of Proverbs i. iii. A4]

 

Yt is well therefore to make hay while the sunne shines.[1583 B. Melbancke Philotimus 24]

Well, the sun has been down for the last 3 hours

I don't think it shined  um, shone ah,

I don't think the sun was out today anyways

and the hayfields are buried under 2 feet of snow

And I'm no farmer

(I'd be a lousy farmer.....I'm too lazy!)

Nevertheless, I find myself working overtime

to make hay while the sun shines

Not my favourite way to do it,

but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.