Land of Make Believe

There is a melody in my head as I finish this bottle… how to describe it?  Mmm-hmm-mmm, I can’t place it and so wonder when I will get it back.  Must be like the Alzheimer’s feeling except worse, knowing it will be lost.  As I type I wonder about the imagination and the potential, where the knowledge comes from when you go into the think tank.

…And like that I have it.  How…?  It’s the Chuck Mangione Quartet, Land of Make Believe.  Like a vision in the night, joy sparked, creation of infinite wonder and the majesty. 

I want only live concerts, impromptu performances, ex temples.  Life.  Our man Phil is in hospice, after all his end of life planning, time has come even for him, as it comes for all.  

Video ordered for Andrew for St Pat.  Plans for next weekend at White Point.  Millions of fuel dollars up in smoke on a Friday afternoon.  Prices are what they are.  Circumstances and fate too.  Alas Alack.  And all in your own head, which is soon increasing in size with the new one.  The perspectives anyway, the hopes and dreams.  

The way she goes.  This has been a nice bottle of Oyster Bay. A nice Friday.  Thanks in no part to music from before I was born.  What a creation.  Haven’t even started into the idea of Hikaru Nakamura and the wonder of modern day chess, among the greatest of all-time human inventions and slowly being overwhelmed by the power of machines.  At the last!

The signs.  I will tell you about it all someday, my son.  I promise.

'R Us

Oh a day, that started out well with a restful awakening to the world after a long work week.  Floundered on the impossibility of choice offered up by the baby registry, not quite ready for that journey, head still filled as it is with Qatar.  What a performance in Hamilton.  The whole day a masterpiece, from the GO train to the A&W to the tailgate to the hijacking of seats to Laren's goal to "Fuck USA" to the decision to run down for the clap only to be in position for a video of the extra smack.  3 x 2-0, thank you very much.

And so I dream of Qatar.  The dream in my heart.  Are these thoughts a distraction to the reality that is coming, the kicking man growing inside, the need for the baby registry and all other items, the slow ticking of days as we approach.  Already one month gone of 2022, amazingly.  The World Cup looms on the horizon with the promise of the Canadians making an impact, and I love the struggle of the logistics, figuring out just how best we can do this.  With a child.  Imagine telling that to yourself as Estacinho Jr. drove you around Salvador.  So much by way of possibility - Seychelles, Male, Colombo, Iran, Muscat, Dubai, Addis, Egypt...  the April Fool's closing date for Spray not the one, as perhaps all the attention to be focused on Boston Pizza flight bookings?  8 years later, and how much has changed...

Sent an initial email to Tim tonight, almost immediately trumped by Mirriam's desire to be involved.  And why not at that?  We need to figure out this paternity leave.  Let's have the hearings in June and September to come pave the way for it.  Wouldn't that be a delight?  The home search still looks a pain, with Spruce and Thyme going for well over what they are worth in a fair fight.  But let's see what the tide brings.  How you found yourself this one is beyond me.  As she sits up in Company.  Hehe.  Oh my boy A.  You are joining a good one.  Keep drinking up that iron.  We cannot wait to meet ye.