long long long day...
One in many, a pearl on the necklace.
I like pearls: shiny, warm, radiant.
Feels good when you can compare your days with them.

If I look down, most of my postings here are about Dave.
How can a guy mean so much?
It's showtime, afterall!
The biggest, mort important show - of your own life, of which I am slowly and painfully starting to take control.

Calgary, plains and prairies and horses. It is very stretched out, like a blanket on cold ground. I visualize it white. Or sandy - the fade colour of sand by stream banks.
The small town of Alcoa steel, whatever the name is. The Marlboro country of real men. There must be woods around, big and shady... I want to go there...
I want...
I need?

Important times. All times are important. All people are imoprtant.
There is no such thing as best years of your life.
Breathe!

And relax, and go enjoy Maple Leaf. And find out where to rent the damned skates... I swear too much. But I like the way it sounds, so I'll keep on.