Frank Remus

 

 The Day After Christmas  12:41 pm

Steep Red Road  7:26 pm

When I arrived at Starbucks, there were 18 people in the room and 4 conversations in progress. An elderly man wore a bright orange jacket. He was reading his book quietly. Jazz flute played on the speakers, accompanied by cello. A woman sat by the window. Her dark brown coat with pink scarf rested on the spare seat in front of her. There was much snow this morning. It began as freezing rain. The roads became full of thick snow, very damp and very slushy. Sidewalks were coated with a melting layer, and trees in love held snow in their branches, creating white shadowy contrast. Snow was still falling. Clumps fell from building ledges. Vehicles drove gingery, for it was slippery.

Early Lights  6:01 am

Early Rain  7:26 am

Viger Rain Road 7:41 am

Trees Snow Road  8:31 am

Trees Snow Road  8:34 am

Trees Snow Road 8:36 am

Snow Glow 8:46 am 

Snow Glow 8:51 am

Walking was difficult; you had to tread carefully. And there was a young man wearing a black grey and white shirt also wore a pink and black baseball cap. His black pants were full oblue numbers and letters. Jazz trumpet now played on the speakers. Many people wore shades of grey. The snowfall was soothing to watch. This morning, Anna my love showed me the downtowncity scene distant, the fram fogged by freezing rain. She showed me the snow covered CBC parking lot, a shot from the roof at snowy buildings, and the snow covered ground with the trees. It was difficult to see. The parking lot covered with snow had a subtle pink and purplish glow. The heavy snow was not good for a photo. My love Anna made the effort, and I love her for she is my soulmate, no matter what weather. It may have seemed like such a simple thing, but Anna was there for me this weekend. Everyone else was naught. Even in distance, her presence is the best present I want.  I need her more in my life. I love Anna Dirksen.

Snow Parking 9:00 am

Snow Parking  9:16 am

Snow Parking  10:23 pm

Two women sat down together. One wore brown slacks and brown sweater. Her friend wore a pink blue and yellow striped shirt with blue jeans. They talked about their new boots. Both of them wore brand new black ones. One pair looked rather suede; the other looked more like leather. They complemented each other’s choice of footwear. It is true, they were very good. They continued to talk about boots and how they could fall in love. “I love beautiful ones.” She said. They discussed the shades of attire they liked to wear with their favorite boots, and the new snow jackets they bought. They recalled the cut and design of boots they looked at, and almost bought while shopping. They remembered and described them in great detail: the curve, the material,  the heel.  I was fascinated. Just then, a man came in wearing a grey sweater with a black and white striped scarf and blue jeans. He wasn’t wearing a coat.

The Day After Christmas  12:41 pm

Viger Snow Road  12:57 pm

Viger Road:  “All Will Be Okay”  3:06 pm

Her Black Potency Road  4:21 pm

This morning I was filled with dynamic energy, an edge, a certain clear confidence about the way that I feel about people in my life these days.  I love Anna Dirksen with passion, and I love my son Tristan.  But now I am going to gripe.  Perhaps there is some anger. Some existing family for instance, especially at Christmas, with their complete absence is a sign of how little I can rely on them for any relationship at all.  It is a weird form of prejudice. I am the black sheep of the family.  Somehow, I just don’t fit in.  I don’t know what I ever did to deserve that. It is very odd to recognize this kind of isolation exists for many people in the world.  Some of them are out on the street and homeless, facing a family of indifference, too busy for them, mentally cruel with harsh judgement, physical distance or simply dead and gone.  I am lucky to have managed to survive. Be that as it may, it is possible to get on with one’s life in the face of family void, and start anew and make new and supportive relationships, with good people to trust and to believe in, and people who believe in you too. In my book, Anna Dirksen always hits the right spot.  Tristan is the real family I’ve got. He fills my life with great joy, and I love him.  I am blessed to be his father. 

Centered by Light Glow  5:02 pm

Underpass Glow 6:41 pm

Underpass Glow 6:55 pm

Steep Red Road  7:26 pm

Steep Red Road  9:09 pm

There was much synchronicity in the world, with the dreamcard theme today.  But I had a struggle very hard work through the keywords of opposition and breakdown and weave them with my love writing for Anna Dirksen. She is my heroine soulmate. She is my bright shining star. I have no battle with her, I feel no conflict in my heart, or any quarrel at all, but simply love for and the desire to be with her in this life rife with violence and strife. And that is a blessed thing that I cherish. With Anna Dirksen in my heart, I have no sense of rivalry, but only a striving to be my best, and do my best because I love her. Her black potency fills me with joy. Her positive Yin energy is royal. There is no ounce dissention in my bones with my soulmate Anna Dirksen. I have no need for martial arts, head butts, headaches submarines or storms.  And I know humans can be difficult. All I can see for her is love.  In this world of arguments, enemies and frustration, I need more beautiful Anna Dirksen. I want her in my life. For certain her love brings me peace. She inspires in me dreams of a world of new beginnings, free from toil and pain.  With heart to heart exchange, and hard work to initiate loving change, I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Mr. Burns adopts Bart as his son, but Bart is torn abou it, and Frasier falls in love with a cop but his father becomes his rival for her. On CBC News at Six, Marianna Simeone wore a black and red plaid jacket. The first story was on the first snowfall of the season. Geeta Nadkarni reported, wearing a black coat with white mittens and a red cap. The second story was on Boxing Day sales, by Peter Johnson, wearing a black coat, a white shirt a black tie and a red scarf. The third story was an update on the arrest of Myriam Bédard for the kidnapping of her daughter. She spent Christmas time in jail, as reported by Kristie Snell. The fourth story was on the suspected Russian spy that the government deported.

And then to the first commercial break. Upon returning, Happy Holidays from the CBC News and Radio teams, and then on to Simon Gardener’s story about Junk Food addiction, followed by an encore presentation of Everyone Has a Story, by Amanda Pfeffer, on the husband and wife team at the Montebello Bakery. And then on to the second commercial break. Upon returning, the weather forecast with Geeta Nadkarni, who admitted she really does like the snow. And then to the third commercial break. Upon returning, it was a preview for a new series on the CBC called Little Mosque on the Prairie. It airs beginning January 9^th. And then, Marianna Simeone signed off for the evening

And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming, and encapsulated CBC News at Six re-reportage of battle, blending, championship, conflict, contest, contradiction, countering, discord, dissension, encounter, exertion, feud, frustration, jealousy, labour, mastering, matching, negotiation, opposing, passivity, play, power play, prevention, puzzle, quarrel, risking, rivalry, strategy, stress, strife, striving and testing.

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