The Magician's birthday ...

Happy Birthday ...magician .... happy birthday dear magician ...

I hear those words & I remember Donna. I remember Donna as she was in '76. I remember Donna as she was in '84 when I last saw her ... & I try to remember Donna with a kind birthday wish.

I often do a lot of thinking at this time of the year. I think of today .... yesterday ... & yes I think of tomorrow. I remember old friends & new ... I remember comrades & antagonists ... I remember those who helped me along my journey & those who have tried to hamper my progress along the way. For the most part the weeks leading up to today on any given year are volatile & packed with emotional chaos. This year is no different .... and since today we enter into the main influence of the moon ... I am almost a basket case. I need to vent so I will take some time to cook a nice meal ... for friends. And I will enjoy their company and I will try to remember ... to be grateful for the friends & family and all the other blessings that I have in my life ... Just for today I am glad that I chose this life.

Happy birthday tear-drop; consider yourself hugged, wherever you are.

Today ...

Today is the last day of this year of my life. Today is Friday ... warm and slushy and wet outside. Today is garbage day ... ... Today is Veal-parm & pasta for lunch ... If you are a Kilngon, today is a good day to die, apparently (roughly translated ... DaHjaj 'oH QaQ jaj Daq Hegh. But my Klingonese is very rusty ...). Today is a gift ... Today is `Just Today`.


I am well & life id good and with the exception of a jackpot-winning lottery ticket I have almost everything I need. If you are reading this, I hope that you, and the people that you love, are well & happy, or at the very least content. Consider yourself hugged & know that you are loved ...

I'm not a fan of winter ... as a rule

... BUT ... This morning as I was riding on the bus between Kanata & Bells Corners, I stared out the window & thought "you know, that is very pretty". the trees with teh snow on the branches & the flakes falling gently through the air. The only thing that would have made it prettier would have been if I had seen a few deer in amongst the trees.

I have started the training for the May marathon her in Ottawa & most mornings I ache somewhere. Today it is one of my hamstrings. I have the heating pad on the opposing quad as I make this entry. Running in the snow & slush always leaves your legs and ankles sore but the `dreadmill` is no better. The only thing that even begins to make the treadmill at the gym possible is that you occasionally luck into having some really fine glutes on the other cardio equipment in front of you.

So I am running 48km total this week & it only goes up from here. I have to balance work, running, strenght training/gym-time, and Liz around the day-to-day responsibilities. And all I want to do is sleep ... But Just for a moment today ... winter looked pretty.

f-me ... sometimes I don't know what to think. I am far too tired to write a real entry right now but I need to be more aware of my motives for the things I do ....