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Not a thought in my head
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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A very long, extraordinarily-long week at work. 10, 12, 14 hour days without break, busy, busy, busy.
And today - finally, the long-anticipated and over-rated day off.
Now there's no way I can do everything I have to do today, I have to prioritize, given the season it will be Christmas Gifts.
No luck.
2nd Priority - Nap.
Now this is highly successful.
And then there's food (eat out), and groceries (Toilet Paper), as a bonus I clear the fridge of fruit and vegetables that have languished there since July (surprisingly not moldy, just dessicated), and then there's the few moments to myself where I can breathe and gather my thoughts.
And I find, curiously, that there are none.
There are an abundance of notes, copious notes, documents, wordpad jottings, journals and sheets of loose papers filled with scribblings, but in my head there's nothing.
It's empty. Completely empty.
I search, vainly, for something, anything, I must have a thought? An opinion? So many projects outstanding, lists of things to do, but in my head? Nothing.
Zen Masters, they spend years upon mountain-tops striving for this, thorny paths filled with tribulations, me, a couple of weeks of non-stop work has gotten me to the same space.
2 weeks of non-stop work, a couple of weeks to go, and there isn't a thought in my head....
Amy Wood - Cinnamon Heart
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Frantic last minute attempts to find the perfect, unique, one-of-a-kind gifts for Xmas.
Things aren't looking good, the elusive, perfect hand-made gift just isn't falling into my lap.
I hit up the Market Collective - local artisans and craftspeople, ethical gifts, search, search, but there's nothing remotely giftable for those in my small circle.
The arts and crafts, they're good, just nothing that inspires me, nothing that shouts out "this would be perfect for....".
But in the background, on the stage, there's an artist - Amy Wood - and - surprised that nobody's listening - well, she's good. Very good. Big voice, curious lyrics, local, she should be a lot more popular than this...
Link: Amy Wood, on YouTube (Lonely)
Krampus
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Now this, because it's Xmas and I'm not even slightly in the Xmas spirit (what waiter is? Who has time?)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLnl5ZWG4tg
The Austrian version of Christmas, compete with Krampus, this year I am Krampus, and I marvel (briefly) on how pasteurized, homogenized our version of Xmas has become....
Calgary Impound Lot
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Now G's had some bad luck last week, been pulled over, spot-checked, and the police officer smelled marijuana in the car and issued G a 24 hour suspension.
And G has it in his head that he wants his car back right away, can't wait, and so on the Friday afternoon he arranges for another waiter to stay late and replace me, I have to go with him and the nephew to the Calgary Impound Lot to retrieve his vehicle. The nephew drops us off, and I drive back in his car as he isn't yet able.
He's pissed off, understandably, and paranoid, he's worried about stuff in the car, he had some dope in the door and "money in the car", something me and the Nephew interpret to mean he's got thousands of dollars wrapped in saran and hidden under the dashboard or behind the door panels, but actually refers to the loose loonies and twonies he has for meters in the console.
The Calgary Impound Lot, it's a bleak place, a few acres of derelict cars, perhaps a dozen city employees (of pretty much every ethnicity but white, the city having gone overboard on it's quota's), and it becomes obvious pretty quick that this isn't a fast procedure. There's the waiting in line, the filing of paperwork, wait to be called, walked to the car to retrieve registration, insurance, walked back, more waiting to pay...
There's lots of time for G to chat, and he finds plenty of like-minded souls here, some attractive girls to chat up, another guy in on a 24 hour suspension for the smell of marijuana in his vehicle, they get to talking, G's worried about the pot in his vehicle, getting his registration he had done a quick check, it looked as if it was gone, guy hadn't even considered his dope but will check first thing when he gets his car back...
Eventually we're led on the final tour back to the car. It's shanty-shanty with these civic employees, there's no sense of urgency but plenty of uniforms and badges, for many a laid-back immigrant this must be the job wherein they discover they've died and gone to heaven.....
And leaving the lot, me driving, we're passed by guy, he rolls down his window and yells over at G from a cloud of smoke - "they didn't get mine...."
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