April’s Final Preparations

M’s breath rises and falls beside you on this Sabbath morn, after a busy week of work and shopping and labour classes and escape to a family get-together and Webb’s bookstore and Ashley.  Our fiddler extraordinaire delivers once more, 2 hours from his head, of jigs and reels and tunes and laments and stories amidst the destruction of ever more bows.  Cape Breton stories and the driving beat that penetrates to the soul and yields a warm and soaring feeling.  MacDougall’s Pride, Hector the Hero, King George, and best of all the lament for one of Neil Gow’s wives.  Dan R. and Buddy on a Good Friday in Judique, muddy cleats on fresh linoleum and plumbing problems as the day dragged on.  Writing tunes as compensation for all.

The creativity, even as the visit is one that inspires nostalgia, for prior shows at Ignatieff’s, the Carleton, and with the Symphony.  Time lingers.  Aunt J falling asleep three times to Dr. Zhivago in the same venue 60 years ago.  Crazily.  Obviously.  And so it is that this reminds of the necessity and welcomeness of this turning point inward, the marking of a new responsibility for the coming years, the charge of raising this soon-to-arrive miracle in preparation to take on the world and all its obstacles and wonders.

Still a few weeks to prepare the space and the mind.  Every day brings with it new progress, and so today as well, and so tomorrow.  A mattress for the next ten years.  Painting of the bedroom walls by a guy named Fenton.  The fixing of the garage door opener and installation of the music and security systems.  Planting of vegetables and powerful plants.  All to come and before May flowers usher in the birthing day.  

Much thanks to Buyer Ring for closing the loop on the condo sale, to mover Darnell for getting the table in and marveling at the view of both the lake and the pregnant wife on the island.  Do not forget that reaction.  “Doctor?  Doctor?  Lawyer.  This view is dope.”

Let’s go.  How nice it shall be to settled in.  And marvel at the gift of life.