With Yellow, Betwixt and in Love with Anna

 

Orange Sky, River and Time 6:15 am

 

By the River 9:20 am

This morning, Anna showed me downtown centered by soulmates, both in the predawn and gradual morning light, and then Anna showed me yellow, and the bridge, river with orange sky, and the orange and white vehicle down in the CBC parking lot. And then, Anna showed me the soulmates by the mountain with hospital, and the tree and the road, and I love her. Anna then showed me the trees and the traffic through biosphere, and then yellow beaming. Anna showed me the beautiful columns up close, and then columns by the river –that was a beautiful scene, with the water glistening.

Downtown with Soulmates 6:04 am

Yellow -Integration 6:09 am

Don’t ask me why I left then. When I left, I kicked myself. I should have stayed longer to watch, but at that point I went out for my writing, and then I returned just after lunch, and Anna was ready to show me another good dosage of yellow –a yellow light love bath. In the afternoon, it was the Old Port promenade, in shadows and light. But exactly at 4 o’clock, Anna gave me yellow, and that put a love spell on me, and set me so right. And then, back to the Old Port, through the CBC news at Six. And then, around seven, Anna showed me a loving reminder of what we both want –a beaming of yellow. And then return to Old Port.

Clock tower, River, Orange Sky 6:15 am

Orange 6:29 am

And then after a while, Anna showed me the two betwixt –centered and with deep indigo cloud, and when it got darker. The lights then came out, and then Anna showed me true love yellow again, interchanging with betwixt, and that was so clear, clear as a diamond, that went straight for my heart. Anna showed that to me at least seven times. I sat and let her love bathe me in the strong yellow light, back and forth with betwixt, and then Palais des Congres –with its rainbow coloured light.

 

Soulmates, Mountain, Hospital 6:43 am

The goodness of that was too nonverbal to write, but all of this makes me… there’s no word that’s right. But I was in love, and that was that. And then, Anna showed me the downtown scene, and she showed me yellow till after midnight. I am a changed man. I would to marry….My heart melted for her, as I completed my re-report, and got ready to post it, along with these pictures of love Anna showed me. I love her.

 

Trees Dangling, Road 7:32 am

When I arrived at Starbucks this morning, there was a woman on the terrace dressed in pink. Inside, there was much active talking –a continuous river of words. The energy stream was quite alive. Two women in blue sat nearby. One spoke of her trip to Russia, “And the Siberians were very nice.” Followed by a story about buying Vodka and the exorbitant charge. I still felt a touch out of synch, but ready more than ever. And then, jazz came on the speakers. There was more than one instance of sky blue in the room. And I was wearing blue too –a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, over my Relating grey T-shirt, and of course, my long-faded black slacks –and my nearly worn out Mephisto shoes, that have lasted nearly two years. Those were expensive shoes.

Biosphere Net 9:00

Yellow -Integration 9:03 am

I was feeling a tad more in alignment. And so, it was a better morning for me, but still longing for the one I love, my heartthrob, Anna Dirksen. It was all right to work slowly, for each word I wrote to find the right place in her heart, if I could, and through mine, encased in my prose. Still, more than one instance of turquoise, sky blue in women’s clothes –mostly in the guise of T-shirts or sweaters. I still was feeling insecure, wondering if I should be here. To be honest, all that I wanted was to gaze at the CBC cam screen, to receive the pictures from Anna, and her yellow light that she sends towards me. Let it flow freely between us, for goodness and for good –forever.

Columns Close 9:11 am

By the River 10:20 am

Let that heavenly colour shine forth, merging as marriage, from the camera to page to our hearts. You might say, I’m an emotional man, when it comes to expressing my love, for that most special woman that just I gotta love. There still was some tension in me, but my love for her remained the stronger, and the energy was more manageable, when I focussed on Integration yellow. It slowly found its own place on its own. There was also more turquoise, blue-green –nearly the shade of the sky that had a white chalky dusting of cloud –but that was quite faint. The trees in love across the street were only mildly rustling –subdued and nearly in slow motion. With the sudden arrival of breeze, many leaves then went for a ride. There was a hint of misery in me –it felt like a compacted site.

Yellow -Integration 12:15 pm

The force of it faintly insistent, but I could live with it, with the kiss that I sent to her in my imagination, and the yellow she’s been sending to me in reality. How could that not be balm? The two together should make a fine splash and bring out the better of those two, and for the two of us in love as well. Love too was finding its place. I think that I’m most afraid of being out of synch with Anna. For example, this morning I went out to do my writing, in the midst of the scene of the columns by the river, and that was moving for me. But I was afraid that I’d miss more of her pictures and her gift of yellow integration. I simply regretted leaving in that moment. I don’t know why I did. I tortured myself for that awhile. It burned with me most of the day. I didn’t want to miss something at all. This is so special to me.

 

Yellow -Integration 4:00 pm

Old Port Promenade 4:13 pm

Four Aligned in Shadow 6:20 pm

I don’t want to miss the workings of her precious Yin energy –because she beams it to me with pure love. That was what I was afraid of –the missing more of that when I left. Besides wondering how to survive, and caring so much for my son. And so my acute sense of concern opened up to a more trusting love so that true love won’t rust. I’m simply in bated breath for her synchronicity love always –every moment so urgent and precious and craving. I couldn’t get my mind off the thought, of kissing her in the midst of the columns, down by the river with love. And a woman walked in wearing pink –a pale pink two-toned sweater thing. There has been scant sight of pink of late. But there was surly blue sky today –enough of it for me to see, a pattern formation in it.

Yellow -Integration 7:05 pm

Old Port Promenade 7:09 pm

And then, two women walked in. One of them wearing a pink sports sweater, the other woman in grey. And then, three people arrived to sit at the window –two women and a man. The man wore a light grey jacket with white pinstripes, along with a pale pink shirt. He looked very dapper and maintained.

 

With Two Betwixt 7:57 pm

With Two Betwixt 7:59 pm

 

Yellow -Integration 8:45 pm

With Two Betwixt 9:05 pm

He wore some kind of headset, earpiece, still stuck in his ear, as he talked.  . And then, Louis Armstrong came on singing a duet with an unknown female jazz singer, “Heaven, I’m in heaven…when we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.” The room had emptied out, and I had had enough. I decided to return home, and spend some time on the roof. And when I returned just after noon, Anna showed me beams of love yellow and I thought that the timing was so beautiful, and I thanked her for sending that love, she’s been maintaining my heart with pure love.

 

Yellow -Integration 9:12 pm

With Two Betwixt 9:15 pm

Out on the roof, the sky was so silent, with movement of cloud that was passing slowly from east to west. The blue sky was like crystal glass –luminous and shining. It was a pale blue sky, with a depth that was inviting. Silence was what I sensed the most –presence and movement –no sound. Listening even more carefully, revealed distant bird chirping, but the trees were mostly silent –only the faintest of rustling.

 

Yellow -Integration 9:45 pm

With Two Betwixt 9:53 pm

Nothing with sound was nearby. In fact I could hear the sound of my pen writing across my page –each period and each dot. I was at peace on the roof. There was a very slight cool breeze, and then the sun came out, and heated my hand across the page, creating a shadow on paper, and also heating my leg. The light disappeared in an instant, and thin faded back into view. And just at that very moment, the sound of lovebirds. But they were quite distant this time. There was some other bird calling, with a quite a raspy screeching. And then, I looked up and saw the lovebirds passing overhead –talking and cheeping as they fluttered. The heat from the sun was relaxing, in the brief moment that it remained out.

Yellow -Integration 10:11 pm

With Two Betwixt 10:16 pm

It would fade in rather quickly, and then intensify unexpectedly. The silence was perfect at that moment, and my heart beamed straight towards Anna without restriction. I sent her my love song to her heart. But I was not finished yet. That love song will go on through thick and thin, through closeness and distance, through the din and the silence for her. I would ever complete it with a sweet kiss, and then start over again, with another and another. Once the flowing begins, there’s no stopping it. I was at peace on the roof, with Anna Dirksen at heart, from the start of each early morning, to the end of each late hour night.

 

Yellow -Integration 10:40 pm

Palais de Congres 10:50 pm

Her yellow rays have caught me in the rapture true love’s found sweet fire. Such tenderness I was feeling, up there on the rooftop for her. This is the good stuff from which dreams are made of. Dreams that are good and for real, and as solid and delicious as kissing, I am dreaming for her and me to share a long lifetime loving together within. For all of our time on this Earth, lets make it reverberate birth, and last beyond millions of years. Love was bringing me tears; tears of love making me melt because Anna Dirksen has captured my heart.

Yellow -Integration 10:56 pm

The Palais 11:09 pm

Downtown 11:28 pm

On June 20^th, I wrote of my love… And the baby in the meadow met the rabbits and the sheep, and Anna’s long black wavy hair was a treasure to me, the jungle of animals called out for a new pregnancy, a boy or a girl, in the green grass waves of a field was calling for Anna and me. Could this be? The sacred grove remained invisible, but it was calling for children to be. And I said, “Yes, yes, she’s the one for me –amid the vegetation and the trees…

Yellow -Integration 12:02

Downtown 12:15 am

On April 19^th, I wrote of my love… I was one with the womb of the fabric, possessed by the fabric of time; I could not register anything else, except for longing to trace her sweet signs. I was lassoed by her loving completely, before I was ever born. It was Anna Dirksen around me, like a love vessel cradling my range, like lovers in a bottle, I was received within her embrace, and with a scope I longed to contain.

Between the CBC afternoon cartoons with the Morgan Waters show, David spoke about money. Not all of us have it. But it doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time. Let’s go have fun anyway. There are things you can do for cheap, he explained. If we’re broke, we can have fun anyway -which is true. Joy shops all the time, she likes to buy shoes, and she never brings her lunch to work. She likes to live a life she can’t afford.

David saved up for years to get a dirt bike, but its breaks broke after one day. David has buyer’s remorse, but Joy has none whatsoever. But he called Joy a pony. David indulges in saving money, and rides his bike everywhere. Morgan Waters does busking for cash. Do you skimp and save, or do you splurge? It’s okay to be cheap when you have no money to spend. Not everybody can be loaded -it’s the luck of the draw. Your parents may have had a good job, and you may have received an inheritance. David concludes, You can still have fun by saving your money, count all the pennies, or do what he’s planning on doing - marry rich.

On the CBC, Chilly Beach, the episode was called ‘Superheroes’. Dale and Frank are shooting pucks at the rink. Dale says, “Man, I’m thirsty. Do you want a drink?” Frank says no. Dale replies, “Fine. I’ll get it myself.” Michel stands in front of the cola machine, set in the snow. Dale walks up to it, bumps it and a bottle plops out. Michel also wants a soft drink. He tries to imitate Dale, but the machine won’t budge. Dale’s impressed that he’s an exemplar, and so he goes over to show Michel the way it’s done. But Dale accidentally trips over Michel, and crashes into the dispenser.

The machine falls flatly on top of Dale, pinning him under. The machine empties it’s load, and Michel picks up a bottle, but it’s not the one he wanted. He wanted lemon-lime. At the Puck-Stop, Jacques praises Dale for rescuing Michel from the falling cola machine. “This man is a hero.” Jacques declares “Heroes eat for free!” Just then, Constable Al enters, and he’s concerned, “I heard about a dangerous killing machine…” Jacques explains that Dale saved Michel’s life, “He’s not a man, he’s a god!” But the constable only chides Dale, “Serving and protecting remains the role of a police officer. Don’t become a vigilante.”

This gives Dale the bright idea of becoming a vigilante. While out on the street with Frank, Dale notices a little girl by a tree. She’s looking up at an animal nestled there. Dale runs, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this!” He climbs up and retrieves the animal. He asks the little girl, “whose cat is it? But the girl merely shrugs, and walks away. It’s not a cat at all, Frank tells him, and it’s a wolverine. The wild beast clings on to Dale, growls viscously, and scratches him up. Afterward, Dale notices an elderly man crossing the street with his dog. “Flagrant jaywalking”. Dale runs up to him. He scolds, “So, you think you can cross just anywhere? Frank, read him his rights!”

Just then, Constable Al interrupts to apprehend the old man and his dog. Dale declares, “I’ve got everything under control.” But the constable reminds him, “You cannot enforce the law.” He tells Dale that he has no authority to carry handcuffs for instance. Al arrests the old man, making his point, handcuffing him. Dale and Frank sit on a park bench. Dale complains, “This sucks. Who says we can’t enforce the law as we see fit, just because we’re drunk with power?” Frank comments, “Perhaps it’s better to be unsung heroes.” But Dale disagrees, “I would rather be sung!” Suddenly they overhear a man yelling for help in the distance. Dale and Frank run to the Jewelry store. The clerk tells them, “That guy drove off and forgot his change. It’s almost 75 cents!”

The yellow truck turns the corner. Dale commands Frank, “This way! We’ll head him off!” They run to catch up with the driver, but are rammed down by another yellow truck. Dale stops the driver, “Your change sir!” The man says, “Change for what?” Just then, Frank notices another yellow truck coming, “There’s the guy!” They chase after him. Afterwards, Dale smiles, “You know? That felt pretty good.” Worth more than just free food. Dale and Frank enter the Puck-Stop, and overhear Michel relaying a story, “They had capes, weird masks, and they moved like the wind!” Jacques remarks, “Now those guys are real heroes!”

Jacques shows Dale his pile of past due meal bills. He’s charging him now. Back at Frank’s basement laboratory, Dale has another idea, “We’re gonna be noble superheroes, guardians of the north!” Frank looks at him, “Don’t you ever think we should have super powers?” Dale knocks down a humidifier, anticipating that it will unleash some unknown super power upon him. But nothing happens. Then Dale shows Frank, “One genetically enhanced super spider.” Frank asks, “How do you know it’s genetically enhanced?” Dale squishes it. Back at Dale’s place, they drink beer after beer after beer. Then Dale asks, “Ever see me turn invisible? Maybe I can go for laser eye surgery. Laser eye could be good!” Frank’s not sure Dale understands the concept.

Frank flings a couple of beer bottle caps against the wall. They whiz and get lodged in by the edges with great precision. Dale’s astonished, “That’s your superpower!” But Frank wonders how he could stop bad guys with bottle caps. Then Dale shows off his superpower, “My amazing wedgie of Doom!” He tries to give Frank a wedgie. He relents. Later on, both Frank and Dale set to work, making up each of their own superhero costume. Dale cuts two holes in a pair of underwear, and wears it on his head. Dale looks at Frank’s costume, and thinks it’s stupid.

Both of them stand in front of the post office, waiting for superhero action. Dale smiles, “See? No crime!” But suddenly a truck drives by, and the driver takes one look at the two men dressed that way, and skids out of control towards the Puck-Stop. Frank quickly flings his beer bottle caps at the tires, bursting them. The truck slows down, and comes to an extremely slow halt in front of Jacques. Jacques calls this a heroic act. Dale and Frank in their superhero disguise, introduce themselves, “Were Slapshot and the Blue Puck.” Jacques invites them in, for something to eat.

Constable Al appears, “A law enforcement official is now on the scene.” Jacques tells him to tow the truck away. Later on, Dale and Frank as Slapshot and the Blue Puck, stop kids from fighting each other. Frank shoots his beer bottle caps towards an elderly lady’s walker, so that she won’t slip on the ice. The two return to the Puck-Stop and gorge themselves with bowls of free poutine. Meanwhile, Constable Al sits restless in his office. He’s got cabin fever, and is quite fidgety. The constable unlocks the old man and his dog from the prison cell. “You are free to be going sir.” He announces his retirement, and puts up a Gone Out of Business sign.

Out on the street, the old man with his dog smiles, “If only he knew!” He removes his disguise to reveal a tall man wearing a lab coat, with red eyes behind glasses. The great professor Malconio. He’s an evil man with a white coat. He meets with Mr. Biggs, who’s helping to construct his evil fortress, a big skull of ice. Biggs informs him that the laser gun is way over budget. The evil professor asks, “So, if it’s a question of money, what if I offered you power?” But Biggs prefers the money. Meanwhile, Dale and Frank in their superhero outfits go for a walk. Dale remarks, “We’re missing an opportunity”, meaning, all sorts of superhero merchandise. Frank says, “But we’re not in it for the money.”

Just then, the evil scientist runs out of the bank, having robbed two sacks full of money. Dale and Frank stand in his way. The evil scientist asks, “Who are you?” Dale proclaims, “We are Slapshot and the Blue Puck, together we’re an unstoppable heroic duo!” Just then the evil scientist takes his sausage dog companion, grabs Frank, and holds the dog close to Frank’s face. The evil man says, “Back off. I’m prepared to do this!” Dale replies, “Stay calm. Just tell me what you want.” The evil man says, “Nothing else really. Money, a hostage, that’s it.” And so the man escapes with the money and Frank.

Jacques arrives and tells Dale, “What are you waiting for? Go after him!?” Dale considers, “Of course. I have no fear!” He runs a bit, but then crouches and whimpers. Meanwhile, at his skull fortress, the evil scientist has Frank dangling upside down, over a pit full of aggressive raccoons. Frank asks, “You’re going to feed me to the raccoons?” What do you want?” The scientist tells him, “They laughed at me and my experiments, my parents. They said I was crazy.” He shows Frank his blackboard diagram of some kind of laser device. He explains, “The beam will scorch the entire earth. No one will laugh then, because they’ll all be dead! But I’ll kill you first.”

Frank eyes the diagram, “You will need a parabolic mirror to increase the beam, and you’re are a little crazy.” Meanwhile, Dale shows up in his Slap Shot costume and pays the retired Constable Al a visit at his home. Dale says, “I guess you heard the Blue Puck got kidnapped.” The constable dismisses it, “Yes, but I’m sure the other guy would save him.” Dale asks, “What would you say if Slapshot showed up at your house and asked for help getting his friend back?” The constable replies, “I’d tell him to jump in the lake!” Slap Shot says, “I thought I could enforce the law as good as you. I was wrong. Frank might die, and I don’t know what to do.”

Back at the evil scientist’s ice skull fortress, he and the Blue Puck analyze the laser weapon diagram. The scientist remarks, “Yes, it all makes sense. You’re right. Evil could use a guy like you, with your intellect. I’m inclined to spare your life.” Just then, Slapshot arrives with the Constable, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” But then the scientist threatens to unleash his angry and hungry sausage dog. He declares that he will destroy the world. Frank asks him, “If you destroy the world, who’s gonna be around to know how great you are?” The scientist flees into his elevator, upset that his scheme has been questioned.

Outside the ice skull fortress, with the evil scientist’s laser telescope affixed to the fortress roof, Dale asks the Constable and Frank, “What are we gonna do?” The constable asks Dale to give him his wedgie of Doom. “There is no time to be losing!” Dale reluctantly complies, and slingshots the constable through the laser device, and into the evil scientist’s lair. He arrests him, “For the attempted destruction of the entire planet, and jaywalking!” Much later, at the Puck-Stop, Jacques remarks “It’s been more than a week. Are those two superheroes ever coming back?” Dale answers, “They probably moved on to somewhere that needs them more. Or else they quit.” Dale offers to pay for Constable Al’s meal. He tells him, “Let me take care of that. Heroes eat for free in this place.”

On The Simpsons, The family go to a monster truck derby after Lisa’s music recital, and the family car nearly gets eaten by something called Truckasaurus. A daredevil on a motorcycle inspires Bart. The daredevil gets inured. Bart starts to do dangerous stunts on his skateboard. He declares that he will jump Springfield Gorge, but Homer stops him in time –and falls down the gorge himself, not once but twice. Homer winds up in the same hospital room as the daredevil –both men are seriously injured.

On Frasier, Frasier returns home with Niles singing the refrain of a Wagner opera together. Niles brags that he’s testifying at a hearing, on Court TV, for the son of a man claiming his father is mentally unfit or insane, vying for his inheritance. Frasier’s father calls the son a moneygrubber. The poor old man. Daphne says old age doesn’t have to be that way. Niles claims that the old man wanders off. Father thinks the whole things stinks. On radio show, Frasier tells a woman to talk to her husband before reaching final conclusions that he is being unfaithful.

After, a man with dark trench coat behind arrives. His name is Mr. Gerard. He’s a lawyer for Safford, the old man. Gerard says Safford is an ardent fan of show, and wants to meet him for advice. Frasier is very reluctant, reminding him that Niles is taking on his son’s case against him. Gerard says if Frasier sees Safford, he’ll say the man is sane. Not to pass quick judgments. Fraser agrees to go.

Frasier arrives at old man’s mansion. Safford appears, coming down fire pole in his study, wearing fire hat. Just for laughs, he explains. Frasier is doubtful. Safford asks him, “Do you think you could convince my self righteous son that I’m not nuts?” He’s merely unconventional. Frasier asks him “Why do you call people Sparky?” Safford says because it makes people smile. Frasier asks about Safford’s hazardous mode of travel. Safford says, he’s 78, looking for adventure in that. “You have to live out all your fantasies when you can.”

Frasier thinks he makes a great deal of sense. Frasier asks if he can slide down pole. Back at home, Frasier’s walking funny; he hurt himself sliding down fire pole. Niles shows up. He asks if any one saw his mention in paper. Court TV Timber baron Safford, testifying on behalf of the family. Clinical psychosis. Frasier wants to talk to him about it. He tells his brother he was asked to represent Safford himself said he declined, but saw the man, he’s not crazy. He found him of completely sound mind. Niles is quite upset he went. Frasier says Niles took on the case, just to be seen on Court TV. He accuses his brother of hasty judgement. “You were wrong.”

Niles says he’ll testify anyhow. Frasier will testify against him. In court, Frasier with Safford, instead of getting paid, a donation to charity. Frasier sees Niles, and accuses him of wearing makeup. They feud over it. Frasier still maintains that Niles only wants to be on TV. It’s true; Niles keeps talking to the camera. Frasier begins, intending to speak from the heart. Normalcy in narrow terms, he explains, questions the capacity to function. All can be readily explained. But Safford suddenly blurts diabetes! His chosen place for donation. Then Safford interrupts making train sounds, blowing train whistle in court. “Doesn’t he deserve to be a free spirit?” Frasier asks. But Safford continues to act strangely. He starts to pretend he’s a ticket taker, for people boarding a train.

After the hearing, Frasier tells Niles he was right all along. Niles confesses he envies his brother’s fame. Frasier tells Niles he’s a good psychiatrist. He wonders how he could have misjudge the man so badly. Niles wasn’t fooled, tiny clue wasn’t missed. Niles explains that Safford removed his trousers and tried to put them on the cat. Niles suggests that Frasier was only trying to protect a better sense of old age instead.

 

Yellow -Integration 1:15 am

Downtown 1:24 am

And the shaft of light like a wedding veil was there, along with her long dark wavy hair, with the glowing orb of light…

On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a paler grey shirt and a red tie, and he begins, “A Quebec coroner wants to make school buses safer. I’m Michel Godbout. This is CBC News at Six. Tonight: Getting home safe. A call to upgrade more school buses, after the death of a boy. And: That fall election rumor. ‘One guy decides that, it’s Mr. Charest.’ But the premier’s not saying.”

The first story, “Good evening. Well, school’s back, and that means school buses are back on the road –shuttling thousands of kids around in Quebec. But the safety of those buses is being questioned tonight. Nearly two years ago, a 7-year-old boy died after getting off a bus. Now, a Quebec coroner is calling for some new standards for buses and drivers, so that doesn’t happen again. Gerri Barrer reports.”

Gerri Barrer begins, “School bus safety is part of the curriculum at Pierre Eliot Trudeau Elementary.”

Connie Forese, Principal, Pierre Eliot Trudeau School, explains, “Every year, our bus company, through our School Board, comes and gives workshops to our little ones in Pre-K, Kindergarten, 1, 2, and 3. That will all be done before November.”

Gerri Barrer adds, “And the Board has its own rule for drivers.”

Connie Forese, Principal, Pierre Eliot Trudeau School, explains, “The bus driver is asked to wait, and the line of children must pass his whole bus from back to front before he may leave –because it does swing. The back of the bus does swing inwards, over the sidewalk –and that’s very dangerous.”

Gerri Barrer reports, “That’s meant to avoid tragedies such as the one in Sherbrooke, in 2004. 7-year-old Louis-Charles Lavallée Latour stopped to pick up his mittens. When the school bus drove off, he was crushed under the rear wheels. The driver never saw him. Busdriver Pierre Capuccidi says, he can see the side of the bus –all the way to the rear wheels. The bus has 6 exterior mirrors =double mirrors on each side to see the length of the bus, two convex mirrors on the hood to see the front. That’s been government regulation since 1997. But the bus that killed Louis-Charles was made in 1995, and didn’t have to be refitted. Coroner Catherine Drudel-Tessier says, school buses are the road for 10 to 12 years. So many of them are not equipped with 6 mirrors. she wants all buses brought up to standard. And she says, drivers should adjust their mirrors daily. The coroner also wants lights over the bus doors, so children are more visible when it’s dark. Nathalie Lavallée, the mother of Louis-Charles, says, politicians must act now. The Ministry of Transport says, it’s studying the coroner’s report and recommendations on school bus safety. Gerri Barrer, CBC News, Montreal.”

The second story, “Well, kids have been back in class less than a week, and the English Montreal School Board is already talking about closing some schools. The EMSB says, it just doesn’t have the students to fill them anymore. The Board recommends closing 4 schools: St-Gabriel’s in Point-St-Charles, Mclearon in Pointe-aux-Trembles, Frederick Banting in Montreal North, and Carlyle in the Town of Mount Royal. Then, it says, it has to close 1 of 4 schools: either Holy Cross in St-Laurent, Our Lady of Pompeii or John Caboto in Ahuntsic, and St. Dorothy in St-Michel. But you know, some parent will find it hard to keep their kid’s schools open. And we met a father today, at McLearon Elementary, who says, Point-aux-Trembles will lose more than just a good school if it closed. Geeta Nadkarni brings us that story.”

Geeta Nadkarni begins, “6-year-old Simon Bernard can’t imagine going to a different school. He’s been at McLearon Elementary for a whole year.”

Simon Bernard remarks, “I wouldn’t feel so happy,’

Geeta Nadkarni reports, “This is where he sees his best friends every day. And the idea that they might be separated is heartbreaking. McLearon Elementary is just one of the four schools with an uncertain future. The English Montreal School Board is talking about closing the schools, because they don’t have enough students.”

Fran McIntyre, Community Representative, McLearon Elementary, explains, “Our low enrollment is obviously a huge factor in the decision. The building is built to accommodate over 300 students, and right now, we’re currently enrolled…the enrollment is at 131.”

Geeta Nadkarni informs, “But residents in Pointe-aux-Trembles say, the numbers aren’t the only gage the ESMB should use. They say, McLearon is special.”

Perry Lee, Parent and McLearon Alumnus, explains, “It’s sad because it’s the last institution for the Anglos in the East End. Since the PQ had got in power in ‘76, the Anglos from the East End (…) Quebec, have left, and it’s the last dime and dozen –there’s absolutely nothing left.”

Christopher Orrell, Parent and McLearon Alumnus, explains, “It’s quite unique in that the majority of kids who come here for Kindergarten don’t speak any English. They come here as Francophones to an English Montreal School Board, and into the EMSB to get –well, they learn English here.”

Fran McIntyre, Community Representative, McLearon Elementary, explains, “They come in September, and I love them, in Kindergarten –they speak no English. And it’s really rough for the first couple of months. But by Christmas, you have fluently bilingual children.”

Geeta Nadkarni informs, “This is not the first time McLearon has faced closure.”

Dominic, Spiridigliozzi, EMSB, explains, “In the past, we’ve consulted and we’ve reversed decisions. You know, such as Pius, such as McLearon, such as St-Gabriel and so on…”

Michel closes, “And that report, by Geeta Nadkarni.”

“Hi, I’m Rita Chiovitti. Coming up later on will be my daughter Marilyn’s first day of school. Come see what a crazy morning it’s been so far. That’s later on, on CBC News at Six.”

Michel adds, “Also ahead, I’ll catch up with a photographer who took this award-winning picture. It’s on display here in Montreal, and it’s coming up on CBC News at Six.”

The third story, “The man accused of murdering a cyclist in Montreal, is under arrest tonight. Police found Joseph Roy Martin at a relative’s house in Ottawa. Martin is accused of stabbing and killing a man at a downtown intersection last week. The victim was Alain Lachapelle of Little Burgundy. He was known for his passion for gardening and his work with autistic children. Police say, his death was an act of random violence.”

The fourth story, “Well, a surprise plea in a St-Jerome courtroom today. A man pleaded guilty to setting the fire that destroyed the house of Kanesatake’s former Grand Chief, James Gabriel. The house was burned down in a dispute over policing of the Mohawk community, back in 2004. The man charged, Joseph Daye, was in court today on another matter. When he made his plea about the fire, the judge set a sentencing hearing for December. His lawyer will ask for a light sentence of community service.”

The fifth story, “Well, you’ve probably heard the talk about a fall election here in Quebec. The only person not talking about it right now is, is well, the premier. Jean Charest isn’t saying if he’s going to call a vote. But now, a new poll suggests, he might want to wait. Amanda Pfeffer, on the premier’s election plans.”

Amanda Pfeffer begins, “The premier, on an inaugural ride in the new Laval metro –ready to open next year, on time, and on budget. Charest’s quick to point out that was not the case, when the project started under the Parti Québécois. It almost looks like a pre-election photo opportunity.”

Jean Charest, Premier of Quebec, comments, “What I see through my traveling this summer, is that there’s a sense that things are going better in Quebec –whether it’s the health care system, or education, or public finances.”

Amanda Pfeffer, wearing a black shirt with a necklace that has a small series of large dark grey bean-like stones, reports, “But it’s more than just photo opportunities like this one at the Laval metro, that’s fueling speculation about a fall election. The Charest government, since May, has been making multimillion-dollar announcements across the province. But new polling results out this morning, have some suggesting that perhaps it’s not quite the right time.”

“The Crop-La Presse poll suggests, 37% of Quebecers support the Parti Québécois. The Liberals are at 32%, and the ADQ at 13% -and an increase to 18% for other parties.”

Vincent Marissal, La Presse Political Columnist, explains, “I don’t believe in the fall election scenario anymore. He doesn’t have what it takes to win an election. First of all, because he doesn’t have the support of the Francophones –he has around 20% of the votes, among the Francophones. That’s not enough.”

Amanda Pfeffer reports, “But the polling news wasn’t much better for the Parti Québécois. Its numbers are still 10 points behind what they were, under the former leader Bernard Landry. The new leader, André Boisclair, will get a chance to change that, when he takes his seat as leader of the opposition for the first time in the National Assembly, this fall. The Liberal party whip says, Charest is more than ready to take on Boisclair head-to-head, in the National Assembly or at the polls.”

Norman MacMillan, Liberal MNA, Papineau, comments, “Everything’s on the right track for us to come back at the election and win.”

Amanda Pfeffer asks, “Are you ready to go in the fall?”

Norman MacMillan, Liberal MNA, Papineau, replies, “Ah, jeez, you know, one guy decides that –it’s Mr. Charest.”

Amanda Pfeffer closes, “And today, Jean Charest wasn’t willing to share his thoughts on that. Amanda Pfeffer, CBC News, Montreal.”

And then, the CBC News Weather Center bells start to ring. Michel begins, “Movie lovers can take in films outdoors, at the World Film Festival. Just to be sure the show goes on, Radio-Canada has set up a tent for these screenings, of favorite movies from Quebec. The screenings are free of charge, every day at 2 pm, 4 pm, and 6 –of course, for those of you who don’t work at those times. And so, you know, the tents mean you can see the movie no matter what the weather. Natasha Ramsahai’s at the CBC News Weather Center to tell us if it’s going to be a dry evening for filmgoers.”

Natasha Ramsahai, wearing yellow tan slacks, a black top with a white segment and orange belt, along with a black jacket, and she begins, “Thanks very much, Michel. So today was glorious. It was a little bit on the cool side for my liking. But with all of that sunshine, temperatures managed to get over 20 today. Most of the cloud remained well to the east and northeast of Quebec City. So with that sunshine, 20 degrees was our high –it was a little bit cooler in the Eastern Townships by about a degree. It hit 19 degrees today, at Sherbrooke. Last night –chilly. Very crisp. Felt very autumnal –I think I even smelt the smoke, you know, that comes out of chimneys. It was 9 last night, it will be another chilly 10 degrees overnight tonight. Forecast: Well, for the next 24 hours at least, it’s going to remain fairly calm –sunny, light winds. And then we get into the weekend, and we have to deal with the remnants of Ernesto. This is one forecast model, which is bringing a lot of rain in a peak, from let’s say, London Ontario, eastward to Montreal. This is by Sunday evening. It looks like New York, by the way, also getting hammered –New York, New England, States, Boston. Remember, the U.S. Open is going on in Queens, New York, this weekend. There is another forecast model though, that is slowing down the system. And we’ve kind of taken a tracking between. So, when you look at the forecast: Sunny tomorrow, 22 –not a problem. Gusty winds –especially starting Friday night and Saturday morning. Because the system is looking to slow down, we’re keeping the rain out of Montreal now, until the evening hours of Saturday. So, get out there in the morning hours, do everything you need to do outdoors, because the rain will start Saturday evening, with winds out of the east 30 gusting to 50, and it’s an all-day rain event it looks like so far, on Sunday –rain heavy at times. Winds will be gusting to 60 km/h. So, so far Michel, a washout for the Labour Day weekend.”

Michel comments, “Just the kind of thing we didn’t want to hear –anyway. Coming up next: That first day at school. We’ll follow a Kindergarten student and her mom on the first step of that big adventure called School –that’s next. Stay with us.” And then, the first commercial break.

Upon returning, “We might not remember it, but we’ve all had to go through it –the first day of school. Depending on Heading off to Kindergarten can be pretty hard for kids, but if you’re a parent, you might find it tough too. Our Andrew Chang spend the morning with a mother as she got her daughter ready for the big day.”

‘So, are you excited for your first day of school? Yes?’

Andrew Chang begins, “8 am, and it’s already been a busy morning.”

‘Hurry up and eat, you’re going to be a little late, sweetie.’

Andrew Chang adds, “Getting Marilyn and her sister washed up, her lunch packed, and all dressed for school.”

‘There you go! You look so pretty, Marilyn.”

Andrew Chang asks, “Like, how hectic of a morning has this been for you?”

Rita Chiovitti replies, “Pretty hectic. The first days, it’s always hectic –getting the school supplies ready, and making sure she doesn’t miss the school bus, and getting a healthy lunch ready, and –it’s pretty hectic.”

Andrew Chang informs, “So, we’re just a few minutes away now, from getting out to the bus stop.”

Rita Chiovitti says, “There’s our call. Let’s go!”

The school bus arrives. Rita shouts, “School bus is coming!”

Her children board the bus. “I love you, Marilyn.” She kisses her daughter. After her children board the bus, Rita Chiovitti explains, “She’s off. That means I have less than five minutes to get in my car, and go to the school –and make sure everything’s fine. So, let’s go.”

In the car, “I think there’s going to be a little commotion…” “So, I’ll probably have a little hard time finding parking.”

Outside the school doors, Rita Chiovitti speaks to her daughter, Marilyn, I’m gonna let you go…. Mommy can’t go there, sweetie. You’re with the teachers, okay? Marilyn, look at mommy. No, no, don’t cry. You’re gonna be with the teachers, okay? And I’ll come pick you up later on, okay? I’m gonna be here, at the school bus, okay? You’ll be fine..”

Rita Chiovitti comments, “That was hard, that was hard. But she’ll be fine, she’ll be fine. Just gotta wait till 3:30 and I’ll come pick her up here, and just to make sure… I can’t wait to hear how her first day went. Oh boy. I have to go through all this again tomorrow, and for how many more days to come? Okay!”

Andrew Chang closes, “Andrew Chang, CBC News, Montreal”

Michel comments, “How’s that for a trip down memory lane? Well, after the break, my chat with an award winner. Finbarr O’Reilly is a Canadian photographer, whose work is in front and also in centre at the World Press Photo Exhibit. Catch my interview with him, next, on CBC News at Six.” And then, the second commercial break.”

Upon returning, “On The Scene tonight: If you’re hungry for some good photojournalism, well, you’re in for a feast. The World Press Photo Exhibit opens tomorrow at the Just for Laughs museum on St. Laurent Boulevard. For five bucks, you can see what a panel of judges has picked, as some of the best photos of 2005 –and some of the images are incredible –look at that. This picture won World Press Photo of the Year for 2005 –a mother and the hand of her malnourished child at an emergency feeding station in the African country of Niger. Canadian Finbar O’Reilly is the photographer, and I met up with him earlier today.”

Michel begins, “Finbarr O’Reilly, there’s probably a lot of compelling scenes going on around this. What drew you in to this woman and her child.”

Finbarr O’Reilly, Photojournalist, replies, “Well, I think I’m aware of the stereotypes that portray Africans as victims. You know, the sort of flies in their eyes kinds of images, that we too often see, or have seen in the past. And in this particular tent where women were getting their child treated for severe malnutrition, there were a lot of unpleasant scenes –I mean, there was diarrhea, vomit, and chemicals for cleaning, and all this kind of thing. But amidst all this, this woman seemed to sort of radiate a sense of serenity –almost of contentment, just because she knew that her child was receiving care, and responding rapidly to this emergency treatment. And it’s much more important for me to show the dignity of people”

Michel asks, “What do you hope people will take from this picture?”

Finbarr O’Reilly, Photojournalist, replies, “I think some of what I was just saying about –we can’t just look at people in Africa merely as victims. They’re people like us, they have daily trials and tribulations, and some people could maybe look at the shot and feel pity, or sadness. In fact, I see it almost in a way as an image of hope.”

Michel asks, “Is this your best picture?”

Finbarr O’Reilly, Photojournalist, replies, “Well, it depends on how you want to define that. In the sense, it’s been chosen to represent a lot of things. I have other pictures that are on my personal favorites, but for different reasons. I’m thrilled that this one resonates with so many people, and that it can direct the focus of a certain amount of media attention on issues in Africa, which is a continent that’s just so often forgotten by the media.”

Back in studio, Michel closes, “That was my interview with photojournalist Finbarr O’Reilly. You can see his photos and dozens of other images he took, at the World Press Photo Exhibit. That’s at the Just for Laughs Museum on St. Denis, running tomorrow until September 24^th. And Finbarr will be there also, to be talking.”

“Well, hear the music? That’s the cue for the ticket giveaway. Yes, we have two tickets in fact, to the Hall & Oats concert. True, they were 80’s icons, but hey, what a great way to hear some of their old music, some of their new music, see how well they aged. And hey, this would be a great chance for your life when you had acne. Plus, the winner will also get a free copy of their latest CD –it’s called Our Kind of Soul. To enter the contest, just email your name and phone number to mtlcomm@cbc.ca The concert is this Saturday, the 2^nd of September at Theatre St-Denis.”

“Well, stay with us. In just a moment, we’ve got another installment of Doc Shop. And tonight’s film highlights two young men and an unusual fundraising effort: Irreverence for a Cause –that’s next, on CBC News at Six.” And then, the third commercial break.

Upon returning, “Okay, so what do you get when you take two CEGEP students, two balloons, and two bananas? Answer: A fundraiser. Yeah, I know, it sounds bizarre. But that’s the story behind tonight’s installment of Doc Shop –the CBC’s project with the NFB that supports young filmmakers. Here’s Irreverence for A Cause by Fraser Munden of Dawson College.”

“In an effort to raise money for sick children, two young Canadians attempted to set two new record records. To ensure their success, they invented records devoid of any skill: Simply holding a banana and a balloon for the longest consecutive period of time.”

“My name is Eddie Valiant, I’m a student at Dawson College. I’m gonna be setting the world record for holding a balloon and banana for the longest period of time, for charity.”

And then, “Mitchell Sure, psychology student at Dawson College, proud flag bearer at St-Patrick’s Day Parade. And I hope to raise a lot of money for a lot of people. And I’m gonna also try to set the world record for holding a balloon and banana at the same time –not the simultaneous record, but both records simultaneously.”

Eddie Valiant explains, “What I hope to accomplish by setting this world record? Well, I just want to raise money, to be honest with you.”

Mitchell Sure explains, “Breaking the record will feel nice. I guess that’ll be the recognition we get –besides from the respect.”

Eddie Valiant explains, “I think it’s time we help out some people, and I we can do it with just, you know, any way –even if it means holding a balloon or a banana, you know.”

March 30^th Dawson College

The Big Event 9:30 am

Eddie Valiant explains, “It’s actually become like a part of me now. It’s like, you know, it’s like an extra limb at this point. I don’t even know if I can let go with it after the time the record’s set.”

4:40 pm 7 Hours 10 Minutes

Eddie Valiant explains, “I don’t care if I’ve wasted 7 hours holding a balloon and a banana, and, you know, looking ridiculous. Because I know deep down, I made all these kids happy.”

Eddie took the balloon record with a time of 7 hours and 4 minutes.

Mitchell Sure explains, “Even if you don’t have any skill, think of something that doesn’t take any skill, and you can do it. You can make money out of it, for a good cause.”

Mitch was last seen leaving Dawson with a banana still in hand clocking over 8 hours.

Thus far, they’ve raised over $500 for the Children’s Wish Foundation.”

Michel returns, “And by the way, they raised $1,000 for charity. Irreverence for A Cause was film directed and edited by Fraser Munden of Dawson College.”

“Well, that is our show for tonight. Gloria Macarenko is up next with the latest national and international news. I’m Michel Godbout. And for the entire CBC News at Six crew, thanks for spending your time with us. And of course, we will be back tomorrow at 6:00. Have a great evening.”

Yellow -Integration 2:10 am

Downtown 2:17 am

Yellow -Integration 3:28 am

And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal, for this Krimson News diary-blog of love and dreaming, and CBC News at Six re-reportage of abandonment, aging, anger, annoyance, awfulness, blasting, cracking, crashing, crisis, the dangerous, the defective, the deficient, the disabling, domination, exhaustion, falling, fighting, gashing, harming, hitting, impairing, incapacitating, the injurious, the irritating, maiming, malfunction, the malicious, the malignant, misfortune, mishap, the offending, plundering, pounding, pulling apart, punishment, quarrel, ravaging, renovating, shocking, splitting, stealing, stinging, the unfortunate, victimization, violence, vulnerability, war and wrecking.

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Relating

Date Posted: Thursday, August 31st, 2006
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The River, The Yellow, The Aching, The Love

 

Columns, River, Casino 2:30 pm

Habitat 7:20 pm

When I woke up this morning, Anna showed me first thing, the yellow screen integrating. And that was a beautiful thing. And then she showed me downtown, dark before the sunrise. And then she showed me the yellow, and then, downtown with blue light. Anna showed me downtown a bit closer, and then she took me to the river –with the bridge and the trees. And then she showed me the triangle, with the river flowing around it. And then, the harbour with boats, and then Anna showed me yellow again. And I love her for it. It stirred me, yes, it stirred me. And then Anna showed me the street with the large tree to the left, and the place where I have seen people siting in wheelchairs. There was an ambulance at the scene, and a man on his bike passing by. And then, Anna showed me the clear yellow light, and returned me to the large tree. I wanted to stay just to watch it, but instead I went out for my writing.

Yellow -Integration 4:49 am

Dark Downtown 5:47 am

Yellow -Integration 5:48 am

Downtown Blue Light 6:03 am

When I returned from my writing, Anna showed me the columns by the river and the casino. That lasted for most of the day. After the CBC News at Six, Anna showed me Habitat, and I remained there till well after dark –and with a good dosage of yellow. I needed and loved that so much. And then she showed me the clock tower and then the Bonsecours dome. And on the CBC News at Six, her long black wavy hair was there by the columns that look substantially larger, and the wedding veil glowing so brightly. I could see that despite my TV, and I pray I’m in tune with its meaning, I need that woman in my life. There’s nobody on Earth just like her.

 

Downtown with Soulmates Blue-Green 6:17 am

When I arrived at Starbucks, there was a woman in pink in the room but when I went to get coffee, she slipped my mind altogether. But there was another woman wearing pink –she wore a grey jacket and black slacks, along with her pink shirt top. The Armani Exchange guy was there as well. He wore a white shirt with faint yellow curled patterns on it, along with his blue jeans. Feminine folk-pop played on the speakers. A group of people sat and discussed by the fire. I couldn’t detect any pattern formation yet. The sky was clear blue –satisfactory. I couldn’t detect any cloud. The sunlight was bright and a healthy degree of contrast was in full swing. And although I was feeling quite present, the moment eluded me for to write. A strange time at Starbucks. Nearly nothing was coming to mind. Nothing for me to latch on to –except my love for Anna Dirksen. I was serious about that.

 

River, Bridge, Trees 6:30 am

A woman came in wearing a grey T-shirt that had a row of native women in costume on the front. It was hard for some reason to write, and I couldn’t remember my dreams. I was feeling a tad glum, sensing an emptiness within, that was hard to endure. But then, a couple came in –the man wore a grey and black T-shirt, while his girlfriend wore a two-toned pink one, along with a white sweater over it. I had to take one step at a time, to get through to the end of this sentence. A difficult time had this morning. I was feeling a deepening ache, I felt out of synch and melancholy –I craved her presence so badly, then and there, it stopped me from writing. I though perhaps I should have stayed home, and spent time on the rooftop instead. Despite the occupancy of the room, there was a very strong sense of absence a strange lacking in quality instead, and I wondered if I should just leave. The coffee grinder was so noisy behind me.

Riverflow with Triangle 6:45

It was a strange emotion to feel. I was feeling unsettled and withdrawn, I loved Anna Dirksen so badly, and she is so special, so fine. And then a woman came in wearing a deep purple T-shirt, with a large yellow rose on the front. Anna has been showing me yellow, and I have found that beautiful, soothing, energizing. I crave to catch the deep meaning of it. For her I was feeling so set. Two women beside me discussed job parameters for one of them, newly employed. Perhaps I was feeling the doldrums, from viewing the same thing all the time? I was certainly present this morning but feeling detached from it all. My center was so sweetly longing to be with Anna Dirksen from now on. I was feeling so alone without her. And I was not the best company. And a woman came in wearing yellow. There was a woman out on the terrace wearing yellow as well. She wore yellow sports shorts and a hat that had multicolored splatters on it.

The Harbour 8:00 am

The woman Hyacinthe sat nearby. She said she was fine that she was not fine. I said I wasn’t feeling my best, but was working hard to feel my best, but I wasn’t quite near my best yet –but soon I would be fine swimming upstream. She said then that I must be fine already, then. Strange, the repeated sense of caution -the experience that I find talking with her always seems like interference and distraction from my writing for Anna, no matter how interesting the subject. I find I engage in the talk, but then something makes me regret it and balk and fear energy drainage. And my mission and purpose in life, is the very much stronger sense that I’d rather be serious and clear to observe and write for my love, Anna Dirksen. The energy flows more freely that way and I feel a good vibe in the room.

Yellow -Integration 8:28 am

Tree of Fate 9:40 am

But this morning I was for some reason feeling pensive, undecided and halting about my movement and writing. It was strange how my pen kept stalling, pausing, hesitating. Perhaps I simply wanted to drift? Perhaps I needed to weep? Perhaps I should take a nap? I wanted to run away from this place, and be with Anna ever again. I was feeling a tad raw inside. Again, the feeling to pine, to cry with a sense of ennui. I found myself feeling this way, for Anna Dirksen my soulmate –I love and cherish her soul. The obese mane came in wearing green. He smiled and said hello to me. But I almost stared right through him. I was studying my dreamcard book at that moment –for the right dark words to help me free me from badness, arrest and barbed wire. Perhaps I needed a hug badly? I was feeling bereft, limited and frustrated. I was feeling the dreamcard meaning deeply today. And all I could keep thinking about, was Anna Dirksen’s yellow true love.

Yellow -Integration 10:35 am

Tree of Fate 10:41 am

And then, three people came in –two of them were wearing green. All I felt like doing was crying –I was feeling quite tenderly emotional. It was certainly strange to keep starting and stopping my writing –hesitating, questioning, pausing, retracing, re-writing –losing my thread. I had to follow a new kind of map –one I was unfamiliar with. But something in me knew it already. But I felt like I was losing my noodles, in strange plate of electric spaghetti. I had to simply be fine within that, and sense the depth of emotion, and embrace my nervous system, and be so in love with my soulmate. And then, something inside me shifted a bit and let go. The baffling strain began to wane, despite feeling so keenly.

Columns, River, Casino 1:01 pm

I closed my eyes to visualize Anna Dirksen’s yellow sign of her love she’s been sending to me, she was sending it straight to my heart. That was real and so beautiful, and I cleaved to that image with closed eyes –if only just for a moment. I feel safe and settled with her. But on my own this morning, feeling like crap. And a woman walked in wearing yellow. And then, John Lennon came on, singing one of his best songs, Jealous Guy –a beautiful love song that gets to me. After talking about my son, Tristan, and my worries for him beginning high school, I returned home from my walk. I suddenly felt more at peace and more deeply relaxed. Anna was showing me the columns by the casino and the dark grey blue river, with her love that I needed that moment. And I love her so much. I felt better again.

 

Columns, River, Casino 6:30 pm

And in between the CBC afternoon cartoons, David spoke about fads and trends. What’s the difference between them?

And on June 26^th, dreamcard Struggle, I wrote of my love…

This morning, Anna showed me Habitat with the interesting ship –the one that had a sort of crane. And then she showed me Bonsecours from a distance and then a street with grey buildings and a parked car, and then an Old Montreal scene with the place something like a tunnel, -above there’s a store. And then, Anna showed me a mass of buildings compressed like tiles on a wall, and then on to Viger Park, and a street with trees and cars, and then the steep grassy knoll.

And I love her. All of them centered and a subtle or secret place for my hand. And then, Anna showed me the knoll with a man with his child, and then a bus further down the same road, and then, buildings up close as Relating, and then to a scene with some bridges, and then to the Old Port scene, where it remained for a while –there was a Canadian flag.

On July 1^st will be Canada Day. And afterward, the Bonsecours area almost murky with rain –it became quite dark, at the moment on The Simpsons, when the hurricane arrived. And then, it lightened up. At one point it became quite grey, as the shades of Relating, and then some purple tinge added. And later on, Anna showed me Place Viger in the rain, and then the blue ship in the harbour, and the ship resting in front of Habitat, and then the downtown scene with the ray. And I love her.

Habitat 6:42 pm

This morning at Starbucks, four little girls wearing pink and three of them just left with their mothers. One little girl in pink remained with her mother sitting nearby, for some reason she was watching me intently. On the system, the tune “Walk the Dog” played. The sky was a glowing light grey, verging on white –like a white sheet of linen, damp and heavy from being washed. But it was also so laden like luminous cream. The trees in love across the street looked so soft and so fresh in the cool and humid breeze. The trees were alive, branches of leaves rising and falling –each fern leaf quivering. Clusters of leaves were nodding and going with the flow.

Sparrows sped by the terrace, and landed abruptly. There were 8 people in the room, plus one baby boy in his mother’s lap. The girl in pink had suddenly vanished. The man with his crutches wore vivid red I got the impression he wasn’t in a good mood. He also brought with him his wheel rider. A strange sort of empty feeling in the room –not within me, but in the room, even though people were here –a sense of remnants long past the season. Perhaps I felt out of place? Perhaps it was because the group of regulars I’ve been seeing everyday here, have gone for the most part. Perhaps I was feeling a bit grumpy as well. I was feelings somewhat flat and stale. I must admit I was feeling crappy. But it was Monday morning. My morning with Anna’s pictures was such a great start. It boosted my passion for her and I just had to write to her with love.

There were no sharp shadows today. Two sparrows landed on a black terrace table, looking for crumbs. The trees swayed vigorously, quite wild and chaotic –an ongoing ruffled up shape never got settled in one place. No clear-cut location to stay in –a continuous restless movement, created by currents of air. I was feeling unsettled myself –not sure I should stay or leave to go home. A sparrow landed on the back of a terrace chair. She scanned the scene with quirky head movements, and then disappeared. I was almost feeling like I had no purpose to my place here, I was feeling a bit dull and sluggish as the trees in love trembled all at once, and the abruptly swayed back and forth.

Habitat 6:57 pm

I was thinking of Anna, and feeling so restless for her in my heart. An overall grey cast today. It inundated everything, as if preserved in a fluid, and I wanted to be with her so much. It was hard for me to concentrate on anything more, than sigh and long to be with her. I loved the pictures she made. I left early, went home, but perhaps I should have stayed, and just simply wrote more on my page?

Out on the roof, the air was humid and muggy –a sense of saturating heat, that soaked right into the skin. The sky was completely overcast, a thorough lather of grey, impenetrable as a shield, as insulating as oceans of paint. Gazing into it created after images, and tiny amoebae-like shapes, within my eyesight itself –my eyelashes and eyebrows were part of the scene.

Habitat 7:12 pm

An airplane whooshed in the distance, like a wave of phase hollow and rumbling. The gravel beneath my feet was partially damp –a pool or two amid dry patches. Trees in the distance to the west wobbled and swayed like bulrushes. The breeze would gust over me, cooling my skin on my arm and my neck. And I longed to kiss Anna Dirksen. The birds were actively chirping, with their quick vaulting call and response that bounced like reverb north to south. Many trees were very still, as if waiting calmly inscrutably in repose. They swayed ever so slightly, like plankton under water

Every branch of leaves firm, bushy and erect, as if waiting to dab themselves and take in the gentle caress, of rainfall that had not come yet. But all trees were in anticipation for it already –their day’s task was set. Large grey tufts of clouds to the east, looking quite like floating caterpillars, or downing great baby hawks. I breathed and sighed for her embrace –my skin and my body craved Anna. The still dome of grey sky in silvery grace. I longed to kiss Anna’s face, and caress her like the wind, her long black wavy hair in my hands, so soft and so sweetly inviting, so fluid and warm as a dream.

She centers me and shows me love. Her love has my passion redeemed. My love for her keeps me going –it floods with magic my good heart. When I came down to my apartment, the image screen was black and at bay. I didn’t want to click it off –I wanted it to remain. It returned, and everything was okay. I love Anna Dirksen –she really gets to me –hits me where I live. That’s why I want her in my life.

 

Habitat 7:20 pm

On May 1^st dreamcard Centering, I wrote of my love…

After doing my taxes, late last night I picked up my acoustic guitar and played for a while. I haven’t played guitar for quite some time, and it did me tremendous good. I also listened to Syd Barrett, who’s music I enjoy, despite the erratic and troubled nature of his solo work, with his seeming inability to play accurately, but at the same time being so extremely accurate, to the millisecond. He can be synchronistic to the quick. I thought that the man was not insane but very wide. I think he was done a great disservice.

An early start to my morning although I was still rather sleepy. This morning, there was a brilliant red sunrise, and then two scenes from the harbour, and then on to the biosphere, and then 2 views of the long road leading to the bridge, and then, 2 different churches, and then to a small building that I did not recognize, and then on to the Olympic Stadium. This was all full of significance for me, signs coming from Anna.

For one thing, the stadium’s architectural design reminded me of the circular dreamcard symbol with its giant wheel of Centering, and I could consider the outer shell of the architecture to reflect the solar rays of Integration. I could also consider that there’s a taxation centre at the Olympic pyramid. Not to forget, the Biodome, and the Botanical Gardens with its flowers out of range, but nearby. And so, I found there was a great deal of synchronicity to reflect on. I was deeply touched.

At Starbucks, the handicapped man who usually walks with difficulty with his crutches was suddenly using one of those two wheel-riders he could stand on. He was showing it off. It worked quite well, and he seemed quite pleased. I watched him leave the café, and roll all the way down the street. There was a lot of colour red today in the clothing at Starbucks. I also saw red on CBC Newsworld this morning.

I wore my Kakuei army jacket with its 4 red moon phases. Jazz played on the system, and I ate my Louisiana corn muffin with love. I was a little tired and weary this morning, a little spaced out, but ready to be among fellow humans to some extent, and do some writing just the same. Nearby, a woman wearing sky blue top complained to her husband about someone who was too reclusive, spending too much time alone. She had the sniffles, possibly suffering from allergies.

The sky was a pale blue. There was a fine veil of high white and wispy cloud, nearly like smoke. It was mild and very sunny out. Well-defined shadows were part of the natural course of events. A gleeful baby was wheeled in by her mother in the stroller. They were both wearing red. Another woman was tending to her baby, and her two friends arrived to sit with her to admire and tend to the child. A big red truck with a bright yellow ladder parked in front of the café.

The two trees looked so much like one with the branch-work they were displaying. Their joint affection for the sun causing them to reach as far and wide as they could, in a gesture of thanksgiving. You can never expect indolence from a tree, but humans express it abundantly.

The older woman in red that I briefly say hello sometimes, was speaking to her colleague, also wearing red, about a Zen meditation group that she was attending. And as she put her newspaper back in the holder next to me, she said hello and smiled. She saw that I was writing, and asked me teasingly, if I thought I was one of the numerous writers that came in. I replied that as long as I could fill up a page full of words, I thought I might be a writer. She said, it probably means that I am a writer. And then I smiled, well, as long as it doesn’t all come out backwards, perhaps I was one.

Habitat 7:40 pm

The tenor saxophone was speaking of love in the most creamy of ways, and then the solo trumpet, with a mild piano accompaniment, was sending me to the upper range of my soul. It was sending me into a reverie of love, for Anna Dirksen, and her golden heart. And deep within, my forces were gently coming together, because I was dreaming of Anna Dirksen, and the many ways she makes me feel better. She’s the priceless winner to me, priceless. And her long, black wavy hair remained there for me, with the lined band of grey, on the CBC. And you know, I really melted, because she loves me.

And the music played on, with the vitality of impeccable animal magnetism, and she was my heavenly rescue. I love her. I say this over and over, but it is true. I reflected on my love for Anna, and every time I do, I feel healing coming on. She centers me. I love that woman. And I feel so strongly because she loves me too. I almost can’t believe how much I love her. It is really very deep. I may feel wrecked sometimes, but I am so certain about her and so glad I can love. I am so blessed by the love of Anna Dirksen.

Yellow -Integration 7:45 pm

And on April 19^th, dreamcard Encompassing, I wrote of my love…

Late last night, I watched Secret Ceremony, with Elizabeth Taylor and Mia Farrow, on the CBC. A most interesting and disturbing psychological drama, that I found in cue with dreamcard themes. At Starbucks this morning, the Buena Vista Social Club played on the speakers. Then two women were discussing an upcoming wedding. Right at that moment the Marriage of Figaro began to play, miraculously.

It brought me nearly to tears. It was a sign for me, the way that it fit. I listened to it as I wrote, and it was right in key. You see, early this morning, I had a dream about Anna and me; we were going to be married. I prayed that the dream could become just as real, and as in synch as everything seems. There is something more going on than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I craved her so deeply.

My energy was low this morning, but it gathered momentum as the day went on, with a strong sense of something working within me, I had to let it be. Things were coming into alignment, like the most beautiful cross-fertilization. The sky was a pure cover of blue, not a sign of a cloud in its sweep. An inscrutable blue, giving no hint of what lay beyond it, or hidden in it. An enigma of blue, clinging with its presence.

 

Habitat 8:00 pm

There was no explanation or contribution to accompany its existence. Simplicity at its finest. The many trees lining the street rose to yield to the sun. They seemed like pressed flowers on the page of the sky. Measuring empty space, with a multitude of sinuous waves, the complexity of shape and patterns the branches were forming together, was beyond my comprehension.

The tree maintained stillness. Its host of antler-like branches accepting a starling to perch. The tree was quite brown, with a healthy mild gleam to its bark, like hearty arteries, near permanently placed, tracing the course they took to arrive at the tree and its shape. The opera of marriage continued, with Mozart’s genius. The sunlight was silently baking all that its radiation could contain.

Habitat 8:04 pm

Again, such a sense of stillness. Movement concentrated to traffic and people –minor fluctuations in a stillness of space. All seemed to be background, already well contained, except for the women’s conversation and the opera my mind was taking in. Minor movement were perceptible, met barely before they began.

I could see everything clearly, despite a sense of fatigue. At the same time, I recognized everything before I knew it was there. The only thing new that broke through was the undulating feminine voice of the opera singer. It struck me quite like a laser beam made from the electrons of love. The vibrato and intervals seemingly scanning my depth, striking unfathomable regions of my heart, punctuating the noise around me, invisibly cradling my heartstrings, fine tuned by Anna Dirksen’s mystic antenna, the planets danced and rejoiced, I took it all in, with love.

Habitat 8:10 pm

My cherished dreamgirl remained in my heart’s temple frame. All morning long, and through the day, I remained true to my magnetic draw toward my heartthrob, Anna Dirksen. And I sat nearly wide open. Nearly abstracted by formless meditation. I was there to trace sensation, make contact with every activity, and swim in the strong operatic voice. Almost nothing more was needed, except for her alone.

I was one with the womb of the fabric, possessed by the fabric of time; I could not register anything else, except for longing to trace her. I was lassoed by her loving completely, before I was ever born. It was Anna Dirksen around me, like a love vessel cradling my range, like lovers in a bottle, I was received within her embrace, and with a scope I longed to contain.

Habitat 8:47 pm

Step outside of yourself, Take it to the limit, What it’s all about? Communion. Today’s question fads and trends. What’s the difference? Everything old is new again, like an army jacket, or flared jeans.

Today on Chilly Beach, the episode was called ‘Pity Slickers’. April parades back and forth outside with her sign protesting manmade Velcro. Mr. Biggs and his wife stop to comment on how they would support natural Velcro for Mrs. Bigg’s fur coat. April is incensed, “You’re not talking about animal fur are you?” Bigg’s and his wife discuss getting a real seal fur coat. Inside, Frank and Dale are eating poutine at the Puck-Stop. April arrives fuming, “People still think fur is appropriate!” She complains that nobody’s listening to her. People are still buying real fur coats.

April asks the boys, “What do I have to do to make my voice heard?” Franks suggests, “Find out a celebrity to back your cause.” Dale mentions Kamala Sanderson, the sex symbol from the show Bikini Rescue. He mentions that Frank has a thing for her. He pulls out a tiny package from his wallet, and Dales blows it up into a life-size inflatable squeeze toy of the actress, a buxom blonde like Pamela Anderson. Dale explains that he and Frank listen to just about anything Kamala would say. April questions, “You listen to this airhead bimbo? What does she say?” Dale says, “It’s the way she says it.”

Kamala Sanderson is committed to the anti-fur campaign, and is quoted as saying, “I would rather go naked than wear fur.” April considers this, and says she will contact her. She also suggests that Frank and Dale get some live seals to aid in the protest. Dale and Frank go to the petting zoo. Looking through the fence, Frank remarks, “I don’t think you can take those seals.” Later on, April arrives outside of the Puck-Stop, to meet Kamala Sanderson. She greet Jacques, Michel, and Abby, “She said she’d be here by now.”

Just then, a helicopter lands, and a Kamala comes out, with her film crew entourage. Kamala greets April and says, “I love the work you do.” April replies, “It’s what I do. That’s why we women stick together.” The two women discuss speaking out against fur. Kamala’s slogan, “Fur –get it off my back. Kamala’s director orders the camera to start the publicity snapshots. Considering posing with live seals, Kamala says, “I will not pose with anything cuter than me.” Just then, Dale and Frank arrive with 4 seals. But Kamala thinks the seals are being butchered.

Her entourage descend upon Dale and Frank, to save the seals. They punch Frank and Dale out, and then fly off in their helicopter. After that little publicity event, April turns to Jacques and asks, “Did it work? Are you more aware of the issue?” Jacques gives a random reply, thinking it was about some product. Mr Biggs approach Frank and Dale, who are watching over the seals. Biggs comments, “I can’t help notice you still have those seals.” Biggs betrays the fact that he really wants them to make his wife a seal fur coat. He proposes a deal, “I’ll give you this beer.”

Dale immediately agrees and takes the cooler. Biggs leads the 4 seals off with him. Frank is beside himself, “He’s going to turn those seals into a fur coat!” Dale remarks, “At least we got something to drink.” He opens a bottle to take a swig, but he discovers all of the bottles are empty. Dale runs to the Puck-Stop and tells April, “Biggs is going to take those seals and make a fur coat!” April remarks, “The bastard! How did he get them?” Dale’s reluctant to explain how. Late at night, Frank, Dale and April sneak over to Mr. Bigg’s front gate, and retrieve the seals.

April suggests, “We can’t just leave them alone in the wild. We should take them to their ancestral home, where they will be safe. We will take them to Seal Island.” Later on, Frank and Dale trudge through the tundra, with their heavy back packs. Frank complains, “It will take days!” Afterward, Frank, Dale and April set up camp. They build a camp fire. Dale keeps suggesting he and April go off for an afternoon stroll together, and he wants to burp the alphabet for her love. But April ignores him, and keeps busy knitting. Feeling rejected, Dale says, “I’ll check on the seals.” Dale goes over to the seals and sits in the snow. The baby seal climbs in his lap.

Dale moans, “I don’t know why I bother. April cares more about you than she does about me.” Dale suddenly gets an idea. He places the baby seal on an ice flow by the lake and shouts, “Don’t worry, baby seal on the ice flow. I’ll save you!” April comes running, “Oh no! The poor thing! We’ve got to save her!” she says. Dale tells her, “The other seals need you. I’ll take care of it.” But then Dale ends up on the ice flow along with the baby seal, trapped as well. Frank tries to save both Dale and the seal, but now he’s trapped there too. April jumps into the lake and saves the baby seal. “Don’t worry now, you’re safe with me little one!”

The next morning, April suggests they start back on their trek to Seal Island. Just then, 3 burly men wielding heavy wooden clubs are in range. They’re seal hunters. April tells Frank and Dale, “Distract them, while I camouflage the seals.” Frank asks what the’re doing in this neck of the woods. The men tell Dale, “We’re not just here to play croquet, are we boys?” Dale somehow manages to get the 3 men to start playing croquet, and the seals are saved. In the evening, April visits her collection of seals, “Good night little ones. You’re safe with us.” She shines her flashlight on Dale, taking a pee behind a tree. Embarrassed, Dale pretends to hug it.

April approaches Dale, hugging away. She comments, “I’m surprised.” Taking advantage of the situation, Dale tells her he hugs trees all the time. April confides, “Maybe I was wrong about you. Don’t stay out too long.” April smiles at Dale pretending to hug the tree. The next morning, April tells the boys, “Let’s get moving,” with the seals. Dale, make sure the coast is clear. Just then, an entourage on snow mobiles arrive. April threatens the group, but it’s just Kamala Sanderson’s manager and camera crew, wanting to take some shots of April.

The director flatters April, “Your daring seal capture captured the hearts of the world.” He tells her that he wants to take more publicity photos of her, hopefully with some degree of nudity. April agrees, if it will help the cause. But the manager finds the seal smells and thinks it’s a monkey. First they take shots of April, Dale, and Frank sitting on the ground with the family of seals.

But the director wants some shots of April alone, “You’re fresh, innocent. You’re a star!” April smiles and replies, “I don’t care about fame. All I want is total freedom of oppression for all the animals of the world.” The director vies to get more photos of April, gradually adding different outfits. Dale and Frank go visit the food table. Dale is worried about April.

Meanwhile, the seals are unsupervised, and Biggs approaches them with a bucket of fish. He sneaks off with them. April becomes busy and distracted by all of the attention the director is placing on her. She hears the seals barking for help, but she only considers them a distracting background noise. While Dale eats, Frank notices, “Oh no. Biggs took the seals back!”

Meanwhile, the director puts loads of makeup on April’s face. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” she asks. He wants her to wear green contact lenses. Dale runs up to her and shouts, “April, you’ve got to come quick. Biggs took the seals!” But April’s too busy wanting to make her message heard. After the photo shoot, April says she’s happy to have her photos in a glamour magazine.

But the director tells her that the photos will actually be published in a men’s magazine. April tells Dale and Frank to rescue the seals, she doesn’t want to look too militant. Walking off to rescue the seals, Dale tells Frank he’s not even sure he likes April now. He’s not sure she’s April anymore. Looking for a way to rescue the seals, Dale says they could certainly use a helicopter. Meanwhile, April’s in a bathing suit, holding a toy seal pup, while the photographer snaps away. Unexpectedly, Kamala Sanderson’s helicopter arrives and lands.

Kamala steps out, sees April’s photo shoot and shouts, “I heard that seals are in danger, and there are cameras. What the hell is going on here?” Kamala yells at April, “Fur is my cause, and you can’t have it, you publicity snatching shrew!” April yells back, “I’ll take whatever I cause I want!” The two women begin to wrestle. Dale watches and smiles, “A catfight!” The entire entourage becomes completely distracted in the fight. Frank reminds Dale, “Those seals don’t have long to live. We’ve got to get everyone’s attention. We’ve got to do what real protesters do.” Dale understand what he means. Both men strip down and shout, “Save our seals!”

Dale adds, “I’d rather go naked than let those seals die.” The entourage turn to see the naked men. Some of them gag in horror. April and Kamala wrestle each other to the ground and look up to see Dale and Frank stark naked. April comments, “Good god!” Naked Dale tells her, “April, you need to help us save those seals. You forgot what everything’s about.” The manager suggests Dale get some kind of plastic surgery. April comes back to her senses, “What am I doing?” She stands up, “Thank you, you unbearably disgusting troglodyte. Now let’s go save those seals!” Meanwhile, Biggs is carefully measuring each seal.

Suddenly the helicopter arrives, and April shouts through the megaphone, “Hold it right there!” Back at the Puck-Stop, Biggs and his wife are talking to Jacques. Biggs looks at his wife’s fur coat and asks, “If this isn’t seal, than what kind of skin is it?” Jacques shows it’s the skin from the cup of hot chocolate. Biggs explains that it goes well with burnt marshmallows.

Frank and Dale arrive, and April serves them a beer. “Anything else?” April asks. Dale tells April that since she’s seen him naked, and helped save the seals, perhaps he could see her naked now as well.” April disagrees but offers, “How ‘bout I don’t spit in your beer anymore?” Dale replies, “That’s a start.” April says, “Let me get you a fresh one.”

On The Simpsons, Homer becomes the team mascot for the local baseball team, The Springfield Isotopes. His great popularity there boosts his self-esteem.  lands him a temporary stint as the team mascot in Capital City. But there, he’s an instant flop -the opposite reaction -nobody even cares.  He returns home depressed and dejected, but with his family still supporting him. The guys at Moe’s Tavern love his miserable mascot story.

Columns and Casino 5:30 pm

On Frasier, Frasier brings out his giant chess set. Niles declines to play because it reminds him about playing with Maris. Daphne asks Niles how he’s coping with the separation from his wife. He feels sad and lonely. Daphne suggests he get a dog for companionship. They offer unconditional love. She suggests he go out for a walk with her Eddie, to see what it’s like. Niles follows along, eagerly. Frasier shows his father the new impressive chess set. Frasier offers a game. Frasier’s father wins, feigning not knowing much about it.

At the café, Frasier meets with Ros. He’s got a little chess set at the table. She’s got an appointment with the hottest hairstylist in Seattle. Frasier figures out how his father beat him at chess. Later on, Niles comes to visit, he brings a dog he’s bought as a pet. Nobody seems to like the dog very much, it’s skinny and doesn’t respond to command. It’s very delicate and thin. Frasier gets dad a snack meal, with beer. He wants to coax him into another game of chess. He’s desperate to win with strategy. His father wins instantly. Another game, and Frasier’s stumped. His father wins again.

At the café, Ros tells Frasier her appointment with her stylist went quite well. She got into celebrity gossip. They discussed that maybe in the past, Frasier was a woman. Niles shows up. Frasier wants to talk about how his father beats him at chess every time. He’s a superior player. Niles tells his brother, it’s because he’s afraid to beat his own father. Niles says, sooner or later the son defeats the father, but feels guilt. Frasier agrees, that makes sense, that he was letting his father win. Frasier is pleased.

Another chess game at home and his father’s fallen asleep. He wins again. Frasier’s incensed. He starts pounding a couch pillow. Daphne tries to amuse Frasier with a sock puppet. Frasier visits his father asleep in bed, he tries to interrupt his sleep, intimidate him unconsciously. He lights a match to set off the fire alarm. His father runs out of bed, screaming fire, fire! Frasier explains, it’s a false alarm, merely a battery replacement. His father goes back to bed, but Frasier suggests getting up to play a little chess. His father realizes he set that alarm off. He realizes it’s about losing to him.

His father explains his superior ability resulted from analyzing clues, strategy, when he worked in the police force. But Frasier can’t figure out how he could beat him every single time. He still wants another go at beating his father. Frasier challenges his father, “If you win, I’ll give you $5,000.” Frasier’s father gets up quickly. They play a competitive game at 3 am. They try to throw each other off, with insults and remarks. Frasier’s father slips and makes wrong move. Frasier wins and gloats, “lighten up it’s just a game.” But afterward, Frasier’s beside himself. He comes into his father’s bedroom and asks if he let him win. His Father says no he didn’t –Frasier won fair and square. Frasier meekly apologizes for beating his old man.

 

Clock-tower 10:43 pm

On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket an orange shirt and a grey and white tie. He begins, “A sad return to school in St-Dominique. I’m Michel Godbout. This is CBC News at Six. Tonight: Searching for closure. ‘Everybody’s a little shocked,’ After two classmates are found dead in a field. And: No speeding. ‘Tres dangereux pour les enfants,’ Kids spread the word: Slow down in school zones.”

The first story, “Good evening. It was another difficult day in the small community of St-Dominique. That’s where the bodies of two teenage boys were found in a field yesterday –they’d been shot. And late this afternoon, police issued this statement.”

Chantal Mackels, Surete du Québec, explains, “The result of the autopsies permit us to say today that there was no third party involved –this is not a double homicide. The investigation has led us to believe, without having a total certainty –and we will never have that, that these two people committed suicide. And for this to be a closure for the family, we send them our respects, and unfortunately there will be no interviews from now on.”

Michel continues, “Well, back in St-Dominique, the news is just starting to sink in. Parents and kids are trying to come to terms with what happened. Our Gerri Barrer spoke to some of them today.”

Gerri Barrer begins, “Back to school in Saint-Hyacinthe. Frances Pelon and Hubert Bousquet should have been among their classmates, on what should have been a happy day.”

Gilles Charest, Principal, St-Hyacinthe-Delorme Polyvalent, explains, “But today –sadness. Our teachers are very sad about this news.”

Gerri Barrer reports, “The two boys were found dead in a farmer’s field yesterday –a hunting rifle lay beside their bodies. One of the boys lived in a house just metres away. The fact that boys so young could take their own lives hit the town hard. School counselors helped students cope with their grief.”

Alain Forand, Spiritual Counselor, St-Hyacinthe-Delorme Polyvalent, explains, “Everybody’s a little shocked and try to understand what happened. But basically, it’s a mystery for now.”

Gilles Charest, Principal, St-Hyacinthe-Delorme Polyvalent, comments, “My problem is I have no answer.”

Gerri Barrer adds, “Neither do the students who knew the boys. They say, they were outgoing, friendly, and popular. But one of the youngsters did show signs of inner pain. ‘He’d come to school with wounds from self-mutilation,’ she says, because of a break up,’ The school has a suicide prevention program, that teaches students how to deal with friends who might give signals of distress.”

Alain Forand, Spiritual Counselor, St-Hyacinthe-Delorme Polyvalent, explains, “They are like sentinels, if you know, the school –who will listen, who can help. But the message we want to leave to the students is, you don’t have to take that on your shoulders –you are very young. But there’s some ways you can find to help your friend, and come and tell us. And basically it’s –you listen, and you talk about it.”

Gerri Barrer informs, “The school staff is now thinking about ways they can improve the program, to help prevent future tragedies among their students. Gerri Barrer, CBC News, St-Hyacinthe.”

The second story, “Now, more young people than ever are calling Quebec’s Suicide Hotlines. Quebec still holds the lead for the highest suicide rate in Canada. And the vast majority of successful attempts are men. The suicide rate however, seems to be higher outside the city of Montreal. Amanda Pfeffer took a closer look.”

Amanda Pfeffer begins, This room that Jacques Gauthier and others counsel teenagers considering what is still a taboo subject –suicide.”

Jacques Gauthier, SOS Suicide Jeunesse, explains, “I think it’s important the parent can talk with the child. And the child –it’s important can talk with the parents about what do you feel, or what’s happening during the day.”

Amanda Pfeffer reports, “Talking. -it is still the number one form of therapy for teenagers considering the end –and there is a lot of young people considering suicide. According to the Quebec Health Ministry statistics, Quebec men under the age of 25 have the third highest suicide rate in the world. Located at the Douglas Hospital, Dr. Gustavo Turecki is with the McGill Group for Suicide Studies.”

Dr. Gustavo Turecki, McGill Group for Suicide Studies, explains, “Clearly over the last 30 years, there has been a major increase in the rate of suicide among younger people, and primarily among younger men. “

Amanda Pfeffer reports, “But Quebec’s Health Ministry suggest the rate of suicides and hospitalization from suicide attempts is highest outside the city of Montreal. In the Montérégie, where two teenage boys were found dead in a farmer’s field, the level of suicide is among the highest in the province.”

Jacques Gauthier, SOS Suicide Jeunesse, explains, “If you take the statistic –every year, every year, we were seeing a lot of calls -particularly a certain gradient, like Montérégie, (…) and St-Jean-sur-Richelieu. I don’t know why.”

Amanda Pfeffer informs, “But Gauthier says, he knows part of the solution –learn the signs, and talk. Amanda Pfeffer, CBC News, Montreal.”

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The third story, “An update now on some of the people injured in yesterday’s bush crash. 53 people were on board the Greyhound bus, when it went off the road near Elizabethtown. 5 people were killed and dozens more injured. 6 badly injured were sent to the Montreal General Hospital. Now here’s the latest on their condition.”

Dr. Tarek Razek, Director of Trauma, MUHC, explains, “One patient came to us in a very critical condition, with a traumatic brain injury and was in the intensive care unit, remains in intensive care unit, but has improved significantly since yesterday. So her situation is down –has been improved from critical to serious but stable. The other patient went to the operating room immediately on arrival, has also progressed very nicely since arrival. And the other patients have also arrived in a more stable condition, with some orthopedic injuries, and have all improved and remain in remarkably good spirits considering what they’ve been through in the last 24 to 48 hour.”

Michel adds, “And a footnote to that: 2 of the 6 patients at the General may be released as early as this evening.”

The fourth story, “Well, Hockey legend Dickie Moore is in hospital tonight, recovering from injuries from a car crash. The 75-year-old Moore broke 7 ribs and injured his neck and lower back. His car was hit by a truck when he was pulling out of a restaurant in Dorion, on Sunday night. And you may recall, it was a very rainy evening. Moore is presently in stable condition at the Montreal General Hospital. Dickie Moore was honoured last November by the Montreal Canadiens, when his sweater was retired. He’s a member of the Hockey Hall of Fame. He played 14 seasons in the NHL –mostly with the Montreal Canadiens.”

“Coming up later on Doc Shop: The story of an unexpected friendship. The documentary is called Joe, and that’s coming up later, on CBC News at Six.”

The fifth story, “Well, having a fire station in your neighbourhood is always reassuring. Well, some people living in the Plateau are worried their station will close down. The workforce is being reduced, and a truck is going too. Our Andrew Chang now, on the possible impact of that decision.”

Andrew Chang begins, “It was only a month ago, when Arturat saw his neighbour’s house go up in flames. He says, within 4 minutes, firefighters arrived –among them 7 were from nearby Station 26, which serves much of The Plateau. They were able to rescue the man on the second floor, before he suffered any serious injuries. But now, Turat’s worried about his own safety. Here’s why: “

‘We will be cut in half end of the year. We will have one truck left here,’

Andrew Chang reports, “The City has decided, as of Monday, to relocate this salvage truck to Lachine, to be used as a water rescue unit. And going along with it –4 of the station’s 8 firefighters.”

James Ross, Montreal Fire Department Chief, explains, “When we do have an incident, with the central here, we’ll relocate other units to assure the population has the proper coverage that they need.”

Andrew Chang informs, Stephen Vanslet says, 2 of the surrounding stations are dedicated to hazardous materials and heavy rescues. He says, in a worst case scenario, that may leave much of The Plateau vulnerable.”

Stephen Vanslet explains, “If you take away us, and you take away them, and you take away them, all of a sudden this whole section here, there’s nobody there. And that’s not to say that 19 could be on another call, 16 could be somewhere else, 30…”

Andrew Chang adds, “And Vanslet says, he’s worried this may just be the beginning. The City is considering closing some of Montreal’s 66 fire stations –station 26 may be on the chopping block.”

James Ross, Montreal Fire Department Chief, explains, “That’s a possible scenario that’s been put forth. But like I said before, we’re relocating resources from Station 26. What the future is for Station 26 –that at this time has not been determined.”

Andrew Chang closes, “James Ross says, no decision will be final until the City holds public consultations. But in the meantime, the fire fighters from Station 26 plan to give the City a petition at the next borough council meeting next week. So far, they’ve collected almost 10,000 signatures. Andrew Chang, CBC News, Montreal.”

And then, the CBC News Weather Centre bells start to ring. Michel begins, “As August comes to an end, the produce in the market just looks better and better. We dropped by the Atwater Market today, to see what the farmers have to offer –scrumptious looking stuff. And judging by the colour and the quantity, you’ll have no problem sampling the taste of summer in Quebec. And of course, you know, it always feels better to eat all that stuff when it also feels like summer outside. And the next few days might fill the bill actually. And Natasha Ramsahai joins us now, with probably some good short-term news, maybe some bad long-term news.”

Natasha Ramsahai, wearing black slacks with a pink top, along with a white belt and a light grey jacket. And she begins, “Absolutely. You don’t need me. You’ve got the forecast all set, yeah –good short-term, bad long-term.”

Michel comments, “No, no. We need you, we need you.”

Natasha Ramsahai continues, “Okay, thanks very much, Michel. I’m glad somebody needs me, let me tell you –because I forgot to wear my wedding ring today. Oop! Hope the husband’s not looking. Anyhow, here we go. We’re looking at, well, the sun came out this afternoon –stop laughing. The sun came out this afternoon. Do you see all this white haze right here? That was a lot of low cloud that was hanging through most of the province. Quebec City saw a bit of that cloud this morning, so did Montreal. But as I mentioned, things cleared out nicely, to bump us up to 20 degrees. Now we are behind a weak cold front. So that’s why we’re a bit colder today than yesterday. And tonight’s going to be chillier than last night. So, it all makes sense, behind the cold front. Tonight going down to 11 degrees, single digits to the north, single digits in the Eastern Townships as well –but comfortable. A lot of people who hate humidity –this is your kind of weather. Sunny, comfortable weather –low 20’s for the next couple of days. But then we have increasing cloud as we head in through Friday night and Saturday. So 22’s, and 24’s, very light winds as well –and then we start getting very unsettled. So at this point, as we mentioned yesterday, Ernesto, the remnants of, which is in Florida right now, coming up toward Montreal. The forecast is such that it looks like it’ll be Saturday night when the rain will start, and then heaviest on Sunday. But if the forecast shifts a bit more to the east, then Sunday will be a washout, or Saturday will be a washout as well. So, we’re going to keep an eye on tropical depression Ernesto –and again, because that track is taking it very close to Lake Ontario, but the outer bands of rain will affect Montreal this weekend. Michel?” Michel comments, “Alright, 50-50 chance. We can’t wait to see you tomorrow, for an update on that. Thanks a lot, Natasha.” Natasha replies, “That’s right. You’re welcome.”

Michel continues, “Well you know, this may be back to school week, but some kids were out in the street today –not to play, mind you, but to give drivers a message about speeding. We’ll have all the details next, on CBC News at Six.” And then, the first commercial break.

Upon returning, Gloria Macarenko appears, wearing a grey jacket with a white top, and she begins, “Tonight on Canada Now: Falling prices at the pump. Gas, on average, under a dollar a litre. So how long will it last? And: A water crisis –a town’s supply nearly tapped out. 6:30, that’s at 7:00 in Newfoundland.”

And then, Michel returns, “You know what’s worse than having police pull you over for speeding in a school zone? Having a child do it. Yes, you heard me right. This morning, kids helped hand out warning tickets for speeding. It’s all part of a program urging drivers to slow down, now that school’s back. Our Geeta Nadkarni brings us that story.”

Geeta Nadkarni begins, “Students were doing the teaching outside the Cardinal Leger Elementary School. And the lesson? Slow down.”

The student explains, “It can be really dangerous for children because if people go too fast they can hit children.”

Geeta Nadkarni reports, “Starting Friday, Montreal police will lower the speed limit on roads surrounding schools and parks. The new speed, 30 km/h, will be in effect from 7 am to 5 pm, Monday through Friday.”

Nathalie Valois, Montreal Police, explains, “Because if you are reducing your speed, you will have the time to stop and to react, if a kid is coming from two parked cars. Because kids are sometimes unpredictable, spontaneous, you have to be prepared.”

Geeta Nadkarni informs, “Police officers with radar proved just how many drivers don’t respect the new lower speed limit –and speeders got pulled over and ticketed.”

A driver comments, “Usually if the police officer caught me, it would be a $67 a ticket.”

Geeta Nadkarni adds, “But today, the tickets were make believe, and were accompanied by a pamphlet on school zone safety –full of drawings done by the kids who explained them. A fun but effective lesson for those behind the wheel.”

A driver explains, “Normally, yes, it’s more noticeable when the kids come and talk to us about stuff like this. But I’m already very careful.”

Another driver comments, “50 km/h they told me. It happens but I will be more careful next time.”

Geeta Nadkarni informs, “But of course, it’s not just the drivers who must be careful.”

The student explains, If you look in both directions and a car is coming, you’ll see it. And you stay on the sidewalk if a car is going by.”

Geeta Nadkarni closes, “Although kids were having a blast playing police officer, their message remains a serious one. Geeta Nadkarni, CBC News, Montreal.”

Michel adds, “So, drivers beware. Well, we’ll be back in a moment with Anna Asimakopulos and The Scene. And tonight: Bob Dylan’s latest album is the talk of the music world. Anna’s got details next –right here, on CBC News at Six.” And then, the second commercial break.

Upon returning, “On The Scene tonight, Dylan has kept his fans waiting for a long time for a new album. Well, Modern Times is his first recording in 5 years. You know, Anna Asimakopulos has also kept us waiting, and now she’s back. And it’s a great time to welcome you back. Welcome back, Anna.”

Anna Asimakopulos, wearing a black jacket over a white top with multicolored floral designs, and sitting in front of the large bridge image, replies, “Thank you very much, Michel. But hey, you know, I was away on maternity leave for a year. And I did come back a year ago –I was here for a month, when radio came calling, and I hosted All in a Weekend, up until a few weeks ago. But I’m back, and I’m looking forward to a really exciting packed full Arts calendar. I’m also going to be looking for some of the smaller stories, that aren’t part of the big PR, entertainment machine.”

Michel comments, “Right. Well that means that maybe there’s a little exception tonight, ‘cause we are going to take a look a very high profile album launch, which is Bob Dylan’s right? So, we’re going to take a little look and listen at the new Bob Dylan

Anna Asimakopulos begins, “Bob Dylan’s 65 now, but he’s still evolving and still moving listeners. Modern Times is vintage Dylan, with reflections on philosophy, religion, meditations on mortality, and the quest for love. Modern Times is getting rave reviews, and Bob Dylan is going to be touring this fall, and he’s coming to Montreal on November 8^th. Tickets are gonna to go on sale on September 9^th –and do not wait to go and get your tickets or phone or reserve them, because they will go quickly.”

Michel comments, Right. Probably good advice, Anna, because we’re gonna talk about another high profile concert, which is Barbra Streisand’s. And what about the tickets there?”

Anna Asimakopulos replies, “There aren’t any left. Some more were released yesterday –they freed up some more –they’re gone. We can’t even get media tickets to buy, for the show.”

Michel comments, “Right, and of course, it’s her first time here, so that would figure, right? And you have some other good news, for some good CBC news, really.