The Mythical Man

Haven't written in days.  Not a note, not a word.  There are snippets of melodies, harmonies, dancing away in my head, but nothing complete.  As a result, I am becoming more and more frustrated.  I want to write, need to find something worth putting together and throwing at an unsuspecting populace.  I feel like I should be doing more.  We've heard this refrain before.

On the plus side, I am becoming a bit more physically active, thanks to my darling lady.  We spent several hours last Sunday walking through and around Stanley Park, and on Wednesday she met me at my place of employment and we walked home from there, which is a distance of close to 5 km.  My ankles are sore, but it's something.  Along the way we stopped on a pedestrian overhead walkway that crosses over the Trans Canada Highway to enjoy a lingering kiss and embrace, the traffic roaring beneath us like an ocean of applause.  Closer to home we were fortunate enough to have an escort home in the form of a very friendly and adventurous kitten that not only crossed Victoria Drive with us, but also came inside when my lady and I got home and made himself at home within minutes.  Sometimes pets pick you.   Unfortunately he couldn't stay, but we were able to find him a good home close to where we found him.

And on Monday I was able to hear Sxip Shirey perform at a small artspace in North Vancouver; he was at a friend's wedding on Gabriola Island, and as he was in the neighbourhood (and since his flight home cost $500), he decided that he should probably put on a show.  Such an amazing musician!  I was even able to be part of one of his songs.  There were only about 30-40 people in attendance, but it meant that we were able to interact with each other so much more than if he was in a bigger venue.

So, yeah, that happened.  It's not like I'm really complaining here:  my life is full of good things and I just sometimes wish I had more time to enjoy it all.  Then again, it could always be worse.