24 hours...

This blog has gotten old. It’s really too bad.

Life got in its way.

It’s the job (14), you know. It’s life (3). It’s the need for sleep (7).

I haven’t done much to warrant a post about music or art for quite some time. I can tell you all about Board Area 3 and institutional, commercial and industrial sectors, though.

The good news is that I plan to being working on my creative side. I have a art project underway for the staircase. I may also be acquiring a piano.

It’s a start. Balance must be achieved.

It is what it is....

Tonight, the night before I am really a lawyer, there were fireworks. Symbolic of the journey, perhaps? Or maybe a send off as we begin our amazing European adventure that also starts tomorrow.

It's been quite the haul and I'm glad it's over.

I couldn't have done it without you, you know. You have been my rock since the beginning. You celebrated my victories and helped me find my way through the rest. Instead of letting me throw in the towel, you handed it to me...

It's difficult to reflect on the past 10 months. There's too much to say. I'll just leave it for what it is.

Bliss.

oh running...

... how I've missed you.

The smooth and even breathing, the wind in my ears, the pounding of the pavement. Even the ache in the knees. It's never the same on a treadmill at ridiculous hours. If I'm going to run that late or that early it should at least give me pleasure.

A HotDoc made me think that every situation has two stories. It's never really as it seems. But the truth always comes out.

Even if it is a box of tapes.

Something about the aiport...

... makes me sick. Really. Not figuratively.

I am in the West Palm Beach airport enjoying the free internet instead of working (like I told myself that I would). Can anyone really blame me? All other airports charge big bucks for this service.

I took advantage of the long weekend to get some sun (okay, it was a burn) and take a bit of a vacation from the evils of winter in Ontario. I haven't had a lot of say lately* - mainly because everything has been so good. Funny how my muse only comes when I am upset about something.

This weekend I experienced palm trees, jellyfish, sand, surf, bikes, lush lush gardens, freshly squeezed orange juice (by yours truly) and general sweetness. I also witnessed extreme wealth. I have been told that 53% of people who live in Palm Beach are over the age of 65. The average household income is $110,000. As most of these people don't work and live in houses worth many times more than their household income, it can only be deduced that the income is from investments somewhere. The number of banks and investment establishments did not surprise me.

Indulgence, every so often, is just fine in my books. That is what this weekend was all about.

And now? Back to reality.

(*In the next few weeks I will do my best to remember to post about my dear Hawksley, starbucks and something else I can't recall at this moment)