A little late to the post this morning, apologies to all but I've been working (as I noted elsewhere, earlier on) on the journal of my summer vacation to Idaho.
Which, at already 10,000 words was looking done to me, and so I began to organize it, rearranging thoughts, events into the narrative order that would serve them best, removing bias and opinions, formating text, and I found that in the course of my narrative, 10, 000 words, I haven't even made it to Butte Montana.
Which, to explain, as you haven't read it yet, I haven't posted it, puts me a long way from being done.
I've thought of serializing, posting it a page, a post at a time, because, really, who would read it all at once anyways?
But I'm meticulous, thorough, and it' not just the story of a summer vacation, it's the inevitable course of events, the predictable end to an amazing relationship, and I want it to be precise, exact, I want it to be, well....
Perfect.
And as I write it I recall those moments before the end, those many rare and perfect moments, and wonder how to braid them in; because, in the end, that is what's worth remembering, but maybe that will have to be another project. A series of posts filed under questions & ideas..., or song cycle of poems...
In other news...
How about those Conservatives?
And this morning, up at 6:00, a full 2 hours before the dawn, washed the dishes, (a 4 day heap), emptied the garbage, took out the compost.
The compost was a bit of a job, sitting under the sink, too full to fit any more in, but becoming necessary to get it out of the house, fruit flies actively evolving, flying into the office while I work, each generation larger and more caffeinated than the last. Until finally, when they reached the size of small wasps and I was suspecting them of organizing their intelligence, I took the bucket and dumped it in the yard.
A steaming heap beside the fence. I need a shovel and rake, these are other things that need to be done...the yard has filled with twigs from the willow, the leaves I'm happy to let feed the lawn. A trip to Cochrane yesterday - the rural thrift shops are best for these sorts of things, turned up nothing. This thrift shopping should be a seperate series of posts, weekly finds posted with photos, a sales section for those pieces I thought I needed and later wondered what I was thinking... (Anyone need an AKAI MG1212 Studio Mixer in working condition?). Off topic, below find a photo of the nothing I found at the thrift shop yesterday...
The phone rings...
It's Canada Safeway - my LAGOSTINA Cookware set is in!! I won! I won! The boy will be able to give his mom a brand-new cookware set for Christmas.
On that note:
I asked if I'd won the car. Now, this, after all, was the prize I was going for. I don't need or want a new cookware set, any old pot or pan will serve me fine. Given my cooking skills it would be a little like serving a hamburger on a Wedgewood plate. But I do need a new car. And I have refrained from checking the results of their contest, which ended (I believe) October 4th, but may not in fact end until October 20th. The underlying theory behind this runs parallel to Schrödinger's cat- by not knowing I may have won, but by checking I may confirm that I lost. Ignorance preserves the possibility...
Idaho
I'll have to start posting this in series. Tonight, perhaps, if not certainly by the weekend.