Category Archives: Day to Day

Today was a pretty light one as far as work goes.  So I went home at noon and worked a bit on my Greek homework and then, after my afternoon stint up at Vincent Massey School, I ran some errands, picked up a few groceries and headed down to The Bison. 

Friday afternoons at the Bison. 

The last event of my Friday afternoon most weeks.  Good coffee and sometimes a treat like a Florentine to top off the week.  And talking.  Kind of like the whipped cream on dessert.  Not really essential to life but it sure made it sweeter.  And richer.  And I grew.  Good talk does that to a person.  Especially faith talk. 

Just writing that makes a lump come to my throat.  ‘Cause I miss it terribly.

But the memories are good and I will move on from these days to new ones and new memories will grow.  And, I expect, there will be new relationships and experiences that stimulate me to grow some more. 

For now, in this sort of transition time, I have been taking along my Greek and as I sit there enjoying some of the best coffee in the world, I’m also going over my vocabulary and noun rules hoping they will lodge firmly in my brain.  It has been a good to sit in this quiet place to rest from the week, slow down and let some Greek soak in.  Just hanging out in a good place.

Maybe it will become a talking place for me again someday.   

We must have some weather change coming.  It is blowing some sort of weather in from somewhere.  It rained this afternoon and I was surprised that it did not comedown as wet snow. If we had snow we would be having a blizzard.

While I was off serving at the Soup on Saturday, Patrick was left with the job of packing away some of the summer furniture and things.  I think we’ve just done that in the nick of time. 

It has been too long since I have been out for a walk.  Why I was attracted to walking tonight, I am not sure but I needed to get out under the sky, out in the fresh and blowing air.  The rain stopped, I finished some other work I had to do and although it was already dark, somehow it was just perfect. 

On my way back towards the house, I stopped and leaned against the huge tree in the park across from the house.  The large spruce was bending next to me.  The wind had long since stripped the branches of the big maple of all its leaves.  Even so the wind was moving it.  I could feel the huge branch move behind me as I leaned on it.  I felt its movement and I wondered if it felt a gentle push back from me as I leaned into it.  I seemed little and the wind and tree so powerful.  Walking back at last, across the pavement, the wind was scattering leaves before it.  I tried to listen to their sound.  It was as if small chips of wood were being thrown against glass, almost like the sound of a heavy freezing sleet.  I guess we will get that soon enough.

It was good walking tonight.