A quote I read in an Email signature, on a software list, this past week, gave me a real chuckle.
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." -- Thomas A. Edison
I always wear overalls and have been told that I am "work". I never quite determined what kind of "work" I was, but the individual seemed quite convinced of the accuracy of his statement. He never rescinded his assertion; his certainty never wavered. I always counted him as one of my best ever friends and took his commentary readily to heart.
He was "work" himself, and as I remember it (he has passed away), his friendship was indeed an opportunity in my life. Many of my internal doors opened at his urging and through his acceptance and love.
We were both talented and ambitious and those around us expected great things. None of what transpired between us resulted in fame or fortune, that was not the opportunity either of us really needed.
Another quote comes to mind at this point.
"Enlightenment is your ego's biggest disappointment." -- Yoginanda
Nothing quite so easily defined as success resulted from our union. We became legends neither in our own time nor in our own minds. I am just a better person for having known him, and I am of the opinion that he feels the same way about it all, wherever he is.
On the day of the funeral for Aunt A., I lit a candle at the exact time that the church service began. Although separated by distance, I shared the time of remembering with the others that loved her. The day was a mixture of solitary tears and comfort. It is a remarkable thing to have someone to miss, whatever the distance.
Attila and I are spending our days quietly. The Christmas Tree is now unadorned and relegated to the back of the yard. The snow is falling gently on it. Soon it will disappear beneath a blanket of white and remain sleeping until it emerges naked in the spring.
I am missing the color of the Christmas decorations already. Luckily, Auntie Mame visited recently for a cuppa and brought with her a lovely Poinsettia. It sits in the middle of the dining room table, cheering me up every time I walk into or past the room. I know that if expenses allowed I would keep cut flowers on the table all year round.
There is a steady chopping sound coming from the kitchen. Attila is in his element. Turkey soup with loads of vegetables is on the menu for dinner. We will have home baked grain/seed bread with the soup and follow the whole thing up with apple upside down cake. Leftovers are delicacies around our house. There is nothing like food that has been stored properly to allow flavors to mellow.
I feel as colorless as the landscape looks at dusk on a winters day in Canada. It is not that I feel sad or depressed, it is just that my mind is plodding along the project paths without noticing the little wonders of life. Luckily I like to work; it makes laborious activities seem pleasant. Well, at least some of them. Tedium can be a respite from thinking when thinking gets you nowhere.
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The Puzzled Moment
By the Easy Chair
The Drowning Room
by Michael Pye
Granta Books, 1995
The Princess Pleads For Wallace's Life
James Horner & The London Symphony Orchestra
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