It's Only The Weather

Edition #123 —

The plums were so bountiful on one of our trees last year that some of its branches were in threat of breaking. This year not a single plum has grown. What a difference a year can make.

Last year politicians were busy pretending that we weren't sliding into an economic abyss. Now they're busy pretending that we've just crawled back out. Last year there was hope that US President, Barack Obama, could make quick and sweeping changes to his country's inequities. Now it seems that freedom and equality will have to ride at the back of the bus again, like they always have. Seems everyone's run into some bad weather. And if you're living in the upper mid reaches of North America, then you might have noticed that we didn't even have a summer this year. Yes, Earth orbited the sun as scheduled, but the weather it brought this time around absolutely sucked. Yup, it's been a weird year.

Luckily I didn't notice it too much. I've had my head buried inside my book since February, coming up for air only when necessary. But even that project's gone weird on me. I thought in May that I'd be finished by the end of June. Now it seems that my prior work was essentially good reference material for the "real" book that I'm trying to write. But I know that I will eventually cross that finish line because I'm the only one standing in my way - I don't have a room full of corrupted congressman trying to keep me from succeeding. Well, I don't hear any voices in my head, so I'm basing it on that...

Things can get frustrating out there, but what are the choices we have? Do we stop trying? Do we wave our arms in the air and say "Okay, I'll settle for mediocre." or "It doesn't really matter, anyway."? I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't let the weather get you down cause it'll pass. Keep doing what you have to do because chances are that no one else can finish the job the way you will. And remember, there's always next year. Maybe there'll be plums again. Big, ripe, juicy ones.

And if there is a sure sign of hope, it is that I watched the leader of my own country, Stephen Harper, singing a Beatles song onstage with Yo Yo Ma and a symphony orchestra. He was actually pretty darn good for someone we might secretly hope would be otherwise. And so, there it is - a sign! What does it mean? Well, it means that the economy might be so bad that even our prime minister has to moonlight a little to make ends meet. But surely, I jest. And that, above all, is what I enjoy best. Keep laughing. It'll heal ya.


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