I Hold Her Real Love Secure.

 

Her Love Mountain and Rain Clouds  7:20 am

Her Love River with Green and Bridges 5:06 pm

Clouds were low and dense, with much light and darkness. A large crow flapped and starlings landed in the large tree. They were wooing each other with purring. The darker grey clouds were dramatic. Two pigeons flew away together. The lovebirds were calling, always close by and in love. Trees rustled, trembling with life. Two sparrows sped side by side. Tree buds were getting thicker. The roof gravel was rather damp from the rainfall. Traffic roared and the lovebirds were at it again.

Her Love Mountain and Rain Clouds 7:20 am

  

             8:17 am                   9:11 am                    10:02 am

I suddenly stopped and thought of the woman I  adore so much. A seagull slowly passed under the stormy sky. Many birds in pairs were in flight. It was cool, the breeze was damp, without much sunlight. In my heart I was warmly in love. I have fallen in love with Anna. And this was making me feel so tender, quite emotional because of her beauty and the fact that this love is true. In the far west, on the horizon, the faintest blue sky had shown. The long dark grey clouds were moving very slowly to the east. All at once, it started to rain.

Her Yellow Tents with Construction 11:19 am

  

              11:02 am                11:03 am                         11:19 am

   

             11:23 am                  11:34 am                         11:38 am

  

               11:39 am                11:42 am                         11:43 am

  

               11:52 am               11:58 am                           11:59 am

And on the CBC News this morning, Heather Hiscox wore an orange jacket. Terry Milewski wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a grey tie with white stripes. Rob Gordon wore a black jacket. Peter Armstrong wore a black jacket with white shirt and a pale yellow tie with black lines. Harry Forestell wore a grey jacket with a white shirt and a red tie with white bands. Colleen Jones wore a two-toned green jacket with black hat and black turtleneck.

  

               12:00 pm              12:07 pm                           12:12 pm

  

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              12:31 pm               12:36 pm                            12:38 pm

  

             12:49 pm                12:50 pm                           12:54 pm

  

            12:56 pm                12:57 pm                            12:59 pm

On the CBC Montreal news break, Michel Godbout wore a brown-grey jacket with a white pinstripe shirt and black tie with gradations of yellow bands. On the CBC News noon, Nancy Wilson wore a black jacket with a blue blouse. Harry Forestell wore a grey jacket with his red tie. Henry Champ wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a grey fish scale tie. Jeannie Lee wore a black leather jacket with grey top. Jelena Adzic wore a blue sweater with black beads and black slacks. Teresa Fisico wore dark blue jeans with a black jacket and black top that had a silvery white floral pattern.  I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith, and I learned about music and children, tips and gear for traveling with kids, varieties of tea, buying RRSPs, and the scoop on dog and cat poop.  Anna my love showed me her love mountain with rain clouds, her yellow tents with construction and her river of love and bridges.

  

              1:03 pm                   1:04 pm                           1:06 pm

  

              1:07 pm                   1:18 pm                             1:20 pm

  

             1:28 pm                    1:30 pm                             1:31 pm

  

              1:34 pm                   1:38 pm                            1:39 pm

  

             1:43 pm                    1:44 pm                              1:46 pm

  

               1:48 pm                  1:49 pm                             1:54 pm

  

               1:56 pm                 Love                                   Love

And I was in love with Anna in the rain. The wind picked up and trees were stirring. The gusting of wind came to play, and the light had become darker still. Trees were whooshing in the damp air. And I blew her a kiss from my heart. I was feeling so much in love. More brief spots of blue sky appeared. The lovebirds were everywhere. And I was feeling secure and strengthened by her subtle but real pushing. Her Yin flowing counters the difficult and the frustrating, inspiring me with her practical power.

  

              2:03 pm                  3:08 pm                            4:07 pm

I feel no heaviness in my soul, no sense of trouble with her sweet prevention. I love her earth doors, her black potent dreams. My windows are open for her moon weather. My fate obeys her safe love. I cannot see stopping my love, nor do I want to resist her loving. My dreams and my writing play for her fluid command. I love what Anna’s gorgeous numbers specify. Heart to heart in the green fortress, I long to be with her deeply there.  I love Anna Dirksen.

Her Love River and Green with Bridges 5:06 pm

  

              6:28 pm                    7:18 pm                           7:21 pm

  

              7:34 pm                    Love                                 Love

Downtown Night 10:10 pm

Her Yellow Tents 1:01 am

     In front of the pink saintly rat, and crouching under the exquisite table was a real rat monster. At least 30 years old, I could tell. An unruly mess: verging on dirt, so corrupt and sickening that I curled my tail and puffed up. Trouble was that rat’s name. Jerome C. Booze was coughing up a new strain of germs, piles of insects on his sinful tail crawled all over his vile body. If only I could have a Pepsi for each one –without stopping. That would raise the bar of my IQ.

 

     Closer to the front, hunching behind bottles at the drinking section, a massive rat was pushing paperwork with the confining control of a slug on Cocaine. He wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing but one of those barbed wire scarves that rat spies use on their victims. He wore a listening apparatus with locks for his overloaded sensation functions. It was clear the Catwalk’s security system ran like a prison…

 

     A single square tile of that blessed rat hole was on loan at the Guggenheim Museum, with a scrawled caption: “Manhattan nightclub tile, 25^th Century.” Hardly.  Only a smidgen of Manhattan was lost to the museum with its opposing walls. Bad art space had taken Manhattan. I may have scurried into a chasm but it was unlikely I could turn off Court TV, so as not to hear old Jimmy Swaggrat exclaim, “As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.” Psalm 103:12.

 

Meanwhile, Niles repeatedly asks Frasier if he is happy and Martin is in a bad mood. Ros dates a man only to learn that he really wants to convert her. Frasier worries about his life alone. Frasier and Martin are in conflict, complaining about each other. Martin apologizes for being testy, but nobody remembered his birthday at the Easter service where Marge falls asleep from the heat and dreams of the Garden of Eden. She and Homer are Eve and Adam, but they are in conflict with God Ned Flanders and are punished with banishment for the sin of eating forbidden fruit. Marge wonders how long God can hold a grudge. Lisa falls asleep and dreams of Exodus. Millhouse as Moses leads the children of Israel from slavery in Egypt. The kids flush the toilets and the Red Sea parts. Homer dreams he’s King Solomon. Two men claim ownership of a pie. Homer divides the pie in half to eat it and the men are sentenced to die. Bart dreams he is King David and must slay Goliath 2 who lives in the tower of Babel, but King David is arrested because everyone preferred the gluttonous giant. The family wakes up to the end of the world and the rapture. But they have sinned and must descend to hell where there are no hotdogs but the tune Highway to Hell, while Michael reunites with Maggie who isn’t pregnant but is faking. Michael thinks he was the baby’s father and so do the same sex couple of cops. Buster loses his hand in the ocean to a seal in a bow tie. Lucille thinks it was because she prayed to God asking for Buster to be spared from the army.

 

On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a dark brown jacket with a white pinstriped shirt and black tie with shades of yellow. The first story was on the new Laval metro line open to commuter traffic today. Only 30,000 people used the station, 20,000 fewer than hoped for. It cost $75 million to build, as reported by Cheryl Rosebush in a dark grey jacket. The second story was on the Lakeshore General Hospital. It has isolated 10 patients because of an outbreak of a drug resistant strain of bacteria and then to Montreal Police planning to shut down 7 of its 39 Community Police Stations after public consultations. 72 places are slated for roadwork as reported by Andrew Chang but that story was not ready for air. The Automobile Insurance agency has launched a French language shock treatment ad, to stop drivers from ignoring the speed limit. 717 people died on the road last year. My love’s long black wavy hair, and then to the Liberal Minority Government. Premier Charest doesn’t agree with Mario Dumont’s plan to flatly vote down the Liberal budget simply because he’s the opposition, but he is inclined to support some ADQ proposals concerning new powers from the federal government. And then to the weather brief with Geeta Nadkarni in a huge deep purple scarf, blue gloves and a black coat. Andrew Chang’s story was ready for the road repair on the Sherbrooke and Mont Royal area. But business there is down, it has become a ghost town from all the dust and congestion and parking problems. And the work should be complete by 2008. Coming up, Marianna Simeone with My Take on metro etiquette. Some comedy skits on the Les Tetes at Claques website are deemed racist and derogatory to blacks namely one titled The Cannibal, leading to right wing French presidential candidate Nicolas Sarkozy’s Montreal Office Vandalized and Big Deal for Alcan in Saudi Arabia, and Justin Trudeau wins in Papineau.

 

And the bridge to the next break and returning with the Air Indian Inquiry today where a former police officer testified he was told of the bomb plot some time beforehand and a police informer testified a similar story. For some reason CSIS failed to investigate or ignored putting together that an unaccompanied bag with a bomb would be on the flight, as reported by Terry Milewski. And then to Your Money with Jeannie Lee in a black leather jacket with grey top with the Canadian economy growing twice as much as expected, the Canadian dollar is the highest in 7 months, and Penalty Pain for filing late tax returns. The deadline is midnight if you owe money. And Career Builders.com mentioned the wackiest things they found on job resumes: Fridays and weekends are drinking times and someone works well in the nude, followed by more figures to keep in mind about the late tax return penalty, followed by the break. Upon returning a recap of some top stories: Ticket to Ride, Liberal Caucus and Air India. Before the weather Mount Etna Erupts and then Geeta Nadkarni explained how she thought it was sunny this morning, but had to backtrack and take an umbrella. But there were “blue breaks in the cloud cover.” Geeta’s reminder for hair elastic made Michel doubt he needed that. And a Velcro grass carpet is installed for the World Soccer Cup at the Olympic Stadium followed by Hijab in Sports to the break. Upon returning, Our World and a jury reached a verdict today, sentencing 5 men to life in prison for the fertilizer bombing planned in England, as reported by Azeb Wolde-Giorgis in a light brown jacket. Followed by Prince Harry will be deployed to Iraq and Afghan prisoners spoke to the CBC off camera, to describe how they were mistreated, beaten and given electric shocks. Inspectors were able to inspect the prison conditions and they found 24 men kept in 2 cells, not allowed to sleep and with not enough food.

 

A local Afghan leader explained that typically, all Afghan people face such mistreatment in prison and that this is nothing new, as reported by Derek Stoffel, followed by Peter Mackay in Beijing concerning Huseyincan Celil, a Canadian convicted and sentenced to life as a terrorist in China. An Israeli government inquiry accuses Ehud Olmert of mismanaging the war in Lebanon. “The war was a colossal failure” Olmert promises to act immediately to examine the report amid low poll ratings and repeated calls that he resign, as reported by Peter Armstrong in a black jacket and white shirt. The BBC has uncovered evidence that Pakistani cricket coach Bob Woolmer was poisoned before being strangled, and then to the break. Upon returning, Anna Asimakopulos previews for Quebec Scene this Friday and then to The Scene with author Yann Martel’s campaign to get Prime Minister Stephen Harper to read fiction, by sending Harper books to read including Animal Farm for his birthday. Yann Martel observed that the Conservative government’s art policy reflects a dire indifference. Stephen Harper explained that he doesn’t get much time to read for himself but he often read to his children. Sandra Abma reported in a black leather jacket. And then to an arts wrap with Jelena Adzic in a blue top with black slacks and black necklace and Love Sells Kurt’s Stuff, Cowboy Junkies Ride Again. NFB In Cannes. Dirty Dancing at 20. Michel Godbout announced the CBC in Montreal celebrates Amanda Pfeffer and Lynne Robson for thier stories Winning Journalism awards. Marianna Simeone at the Laval Metro, in a black jacket with orange and white scarf spoke on Metro Etiquette. For example, seniors and expecting moms are often left standing. Marianna asks, “What happened to our sense of courtesy, civility?” She says, “When it comes to the ride, only you and I can make it pleasant.” In studio, wearing a shiny grey jacket with black top, Marianna asked for viewers to send in their stories about acts of kindness from strangers in the metro. Geeta gave the last weather look in a black top. Michel mentioned the CBC contest of Seven Wonders of Canada for viewers to contribute to. More on that can be found at www.cbc.ca/montreal. Hockey Night in Canada up next and Michel signed off for the night.

And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of the adverse, the blocking, the closed, command, confining, control, corruption, counter-balance, the criminal, dangerous, defending, difficult, discouraging, fate, fighting, frustration, guarded, halting, harassing, hard, hazardous, heaviness, hindering, hurtful, impossibility, the inferior, the misunderstood, obey, overloaded, overwhelming, power, practical, preventing, pushing, the real, repression, restriction, security, sensation function, sickness, sinful, specifying, strengthening, stressful, troubled, unfortunate, unpleasant, unruly, unsatisfactory, vile, and the wrong.

Opposing

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Monday, April 30th, 2007
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Beautiful Warrior: I Love Your Potent Black Power.

 

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:38 pm

It was raining lightly but steadily. Rain was dropping from the awning and from the sky. It was silent at first in the rainfall but all at once, a throng of birdcalls. One bird was calling with all her heart, and the lovebirds were at it again. I thought of Anna and baby, and I thought, “Yes. Please, please,  please.” The trees were quite still. The young one wavered and the older one remained firm. I was slightly cold but not too much.

Her Red Underpass of Love with Green Lights 5:11 am

Her Blue Morning Glow 5:29 am

I craved her black beauty and a crow cawed thrice. I thought of her in the rain. I thought of her long dark hair and my heartaches melted away as I was melting, for her as man wants a woman, together in alchemical order. She is my soulmate.  The rain dripped and tickled the belly of puddles. They rippled delicately, with pleasure. They were sprightly and alive. The gravel beneath the water was lighter. Clouds moved to the Northwest. I longed for her loving mouth and spans of dreamy red thoughts.

Her Blue Morning Glow 7:20 am

Downtown Fog 8:30 am

Downtown Glow 10:42 am

The bud-filled branches were sopping the rain up as gauze. Tiny branches were wiggling and the air undulated in line upon line of rainfall. Either I was blind, or I was in love. My array loves its bend toward her. And again, I was touched by her love. A lovebird flew overhead and called for its mate. A plane gently wafted in the distance. A dog barked at the deep snaky sound. All of my strength has been meant for her softness, and to be more awake to her love. I love her artful expression. I love her whole vibe. The dog barked and I longed for my love, in her presence and absence combined.

With Soulmates and Pale Yellow 2:40 pm

  

               3:03 pm                   3:04 pm                          3:06 pm

  

               3:17 pm                    3:32 pm                          3:34 pm

  

               3:35 pm                   3:38 pm                            3:45 pm

  

              3:53 pm                  3:54 pm                             Love

With Soulmates and Pale Yellow 4:28 pm

Weeping from wounds, I felt her black power, and my war was lost to the worms. My boat was no longer sinking but it was rising. My window was not broken but open. My red heart not in shards but whole for her. There was green and yellow. My vessel was not broken,  it was sealed. I was no longer divorced I was married. I was reborn. There was no suicide. She was no trickster she was too wise. She was no vampire she was my heartthrob. For her my skeleton reformed from the mass grave. It was the happiest of accidents. Her pounding black potency cleansed my fate and powered my warrior destiny. I love Anna Dirksen.

Time Bridges Her River of Love  5:35 pm

Time Bridges Her River of Love 6:11 pm

  

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              6:30 pm                    6:41 pm                          6:46 pm

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:04 pm

Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:38 pm

Bonsecours Dome and Steeple 8:04 pm

Soulmate Betwixt 11:40 pm

It was a brick scattered moonless night; the earth was pushing up. It was an awful day. Too much light, no jokes, and broken windows. Certainly it was New York and my constitution. I surmised with my nose when I sniffed, that I could never detect Lady Rat Crummy Nixon and her meager life in Manhattan. Yet I  knew everything I could sense about her in the non-verbal.

     I sniffed at that in-need-of-spring-cleaning wreckage away from the steep hill, quickly scanning the air. I put it out of my mind on the way back to Manhattan. It was evil. More or less. It certainly wasn’t a picnic.

     After that awful trek to the suburbs, Manhattan was black as pitch. I sensed more than 4 rats on 5^th Avenue. What a smell! There was a cat burning in a fire. Awful!

     I lost my car keys. What I didn’t want to lose was –yes, like a goat, I wanted to eat everything: Scrambled eggs with a Pepsi. Cigarettes and black coffee. Misty Blunt on toast. Ice cream cones from the trash. But I scurried across 5^th Avenue to the Catwalk. It was a nightclub with peeling posters on the cracked and boarded door. “Smallest Major Nightclub on the Street!” Far from the window was a transparent plastic dance floor where you could get mugged or strangled or your could celebrate the nameless back-page advert you found midnight at the Black Skull Smashing Rubble.

     In front of the dance floor was an exquisite chair, sheets of blank paper and a big desk. There were many large public toilets in front of a shiny metal wall. And directly to the door was the drinking area. Nothing was more demolished. Cat claws had scratched bar. I was certain I lost a friend there, or two, and the Pepsi that I once got for free. The place was a ransacked den of death. But there was one very young rat alone on the dance floor. She was hunched on the ground, clipping verses from The Bible with tiny clippers. She was hairless with tattoos on her pink skin. She didn’t wear any long beads touching the hems of her baggy gown. She was clipping the bible verse, “My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness,” II Corinthians 12:9.

Destroying

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Sunday, April 29th, 2007
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I Love Her Green Water Spirit, Her Red Healing Light, Her Dreamwork.

Red Boat and Her Love River 9:00 am 

The rain nourished the tree buds. They were large and green. Birdcalls were interspersed with the slight bleating of a siren as an ambulance passed through the wet traffic. The roads hissed under the press of wheels. Two pigeons glided with joy. One bird chattered and the soulmate pigeons returned, amid the cheeky squeal from a bird I haven’t heard before. A crow cawed.

Grey Fog 6:32 am

   

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             6:13 am                     6:17 am                             6:18 am

  

              6:22 am                    6:32 am                           6:58 am

The young tree swayed for its balance. The older tree solid and poised. The wind was mild and light.  Dripping rainwater spat on the damp gravel rooftop. It slid from the awning. One bird was quite vocal. Its dominant voice echoed and others added to it. The cluster was far away. I saw a lovebird flutter by. The grey overcast sky was a soft and puffy cloud with dark wash.  I have fallen in love with Anna.

Red Boat and Her Love River 7:57 am

Red Boat and Her Love River 8:23 am

  

              8:01 am                 8:23 am                             8:57 am

One tiny mosquito wavered while inspecting the awning’s tin tiles. The lovebirds were in the trees. I was amazed once again by the wealth of birdsong voices around me. It was magical. It felt like I was in an wide open meadow. I thought of the woman I love. I became emotional. The grey background of sky called her name, to be on it’s silver screen as the birds sang and the traffic pressed on.

Red Boat and Her Love River 9:00 am

Red Boat and Her Love River 10:00 am

Time and Her Love River 11:03 am

  

               12:00 pm                  12:18 pm                     12:20 pm

  

                12:23 pm                 12:25 pm                      12:36 pm

  

               12:42 pm                 Love                                   Love

Relating and Rain 1:10 pm

A blackbird sped, flapping her wings. Again the feeling of enchantment calling and a moment of timelessness and space where the birdcall was singing my heart and my senses were non-linear, riding the fluid wave. I was touched by something moved by love. I was graced with tears of blessing. It comes when I try to fathom. And when you let more of that in, you become whole again. And what was trapped and frozen in you finds a fluid solution.

Relating and the Rain 2:25 pm

  

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             2:25 pm                    2:28 pm                          2:32 pm

  

             2:37 pm                     2:40 pm                         2:41 pm

  

             2:42 pm                    2:43 pm                          2:49 pm

  

              2:58 pm                   Love                                 Love

Your physical and total being, however vague that really is, still has a chance to really heal. Two blackbirds sped off, in play. A calling bird came closer. Perhaps it was called a whippoorwill? A crow flapped in the distant mist. The more faculties you bring in, the total sensitive energy you call upon to join your focus, the more alive you become. Like a highly sensitive field that ripples to what is around. A crow cawed five times to step inside. And in my dream, I was recovering from spirit surgery.  Anna my healer came to me with water to drink.

  

             3:07 pm                    3:27 pm                         3:31 pm

  

            3:34 pm                    3:37 pm                           3:45 pm

  

            3:46 pm                    3:49 pm                            3:50 pm

  

            3:56 pm                     3:58 pm                          Love

Place Viger and O  4:36 pm

Her green dreamwork possesses dynamic energy for feeding my heart’s red lamp. I love her strength. Her medicine teaches me how to find and to gather for storing a preserving pool of ecology and bodywork. She baptized me with her breath of life. She salvages my anchor rope with her irrefutable wholeness. I treasure and wait on her wisdom. Her black potent emergency intervention acts to redeem my lighthouse.

Viger Dark 5:07 pm

  

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              5:19 pm                  5:31 pm                             5:34 pm

  

             5:38 pm                    5:40 pm                            5:42 pm

  

             5:45 pm                    5:47 pm                             5:48 pm

  

             5:51 pm                    5:53 pm                             5:58 pm

Her flying saucers assemble with spiritual figures. I love her asylum alarm, her fire engine, and her survivor ambulance. Her heroic dream reclaims and secures courage. Her spaceships police conservation. Her comfort is my life jacket. Her rescue is my lifeboat. I love her nurse operation, her mandala revival meeting, her relief collecting piggy bank, her bail for Christ. I love her reliable risk-taking. I love her homeopathic work. I love her improving green potentials with the moon. She is the love of my life. I love Anna Dirksen.

Place Viger 6:34 pm

  

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            6:25 pm                      6:26 pm                           6:27 pm

  

           6:28 pm                       6:29 pm                            6:30 pm

  

           6:31 pm                      6:32 pm                            6:34 pm

  

          6:50 pm                      6:57 pm                             Love

Downtown Night Rain 8:48 pm

Bonsecours Dome 10:27 pm

I scurried straight through to the dead end that stopped behind the back door. I ran to the spot where I could clearly be seen. I scurried in, quite hot, I lost my Pepsi on the drab roof, dropped my keys and opened the door just enough.  The bad stench in the air and the clouds. Night was almost solid and my nostrils were free, but I could not smell what I wanted to smell.

I was sniffing for something dark and murky. I wanted to trace it out. The Lab was abandoned. The parking lot in disrepair. There was the smell of foreclosure and corruption –that was once a mansion, well-kept and settled in wealth.

Crummy Nixon’s presence was gone. Not a single locked door I couldn’t open. Tiles and metal floors were drab. Lawn overgrown with dead leaves spreading freely. Trees  were diseased, concrete walls crumbling. Trash and debris had been collecting for years. Doors were ajar with gunk.

None of this smelt like an improvement or a correction. It reeked like bankruptcy, an inefficient lab with cloned rats that forgot how to clean their cages notwithstanding the impeccable hygeine that was common these days.

The left treadmill, the smallest treadmill, wasn’t, remotely working. Certainly not a cloned rat fitness center. Symbiotics. Nor was it an unfinished sub-basement in some god forsaken flat. The main lab was built at the bottom of the hill. The main inside ceiling was unfinished and bland, needing green. Floors were glossy and white. Doors weren’t fitted with locks, quite unusual for a lab not made for the healthy, robust, young and the sane.

Up the grassy knoll was the older lab. Not more bland concrete, but brick. Never mind the ratty floor. The doors were never locked, and with fake cage latches to boot. This lab, which I knew was Symbiotics Rat Nursery, was renovated by Symbiotics; it was an impressive sprawling five-story mansion, with beautiful cage doors and the inspired mastery of a functionalist Rat Lab and dead end.

Beyond the cloning nursery and the cages was an underground crawl space with a steep drop, a windowed shed tilting on slats, including more cages.

But there wasn’t a single large and section for bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens, toilets, anything; I knew that for certain. And as clear as mud everything seemed smudged, messy, dirty and unkempt.

Then why did I still get the whiff of redemption? I remembered from childhood, “My sheep hear my voice and I know them, and they follow me: and I give unto them eternal life.” -John 10:27-28

Saving

The Persona

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Saturday, April 28th, 2007
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Her Green Marriage, Her Dream Image, Her Traveling Performance.

Man And His World, Expo ‘67     8:23 pm

It was dark and the clouds were low. The wind was blowing in every direction, making me shiver a little. It was cool, and the air was soft and damp. The sunlight was hidden under overcast cloud. There was a birdcall I recognized, sounding quite like a flute. It was a larger and much older bird –with a depth and a richness to its voice. The lovebirds were at it again. Their short bursts of talking appeared to arise from more than one place. It seemed to travel, as those birds desire to do. An icy airplane traveled making the sound of a hollow tube. It rumbled and roared in the distance, until it faded. A seagull sounded.

 

Downtown Morning 5:52 am

  

             7:00 am                      8:56 am                        11:09 am

I was filled with a sense of richness, from the textures of sight and sound. Trees swayed stiffly, others harnessed the blows from the wind. Two pigeons careened and dove expertly like muscular. My vision was focussed awareness. The birds were quite active and at once there was a choir. I felt the building wobble. I returned to my apartment and at that moment, at 11:12, my love showed me relating and betwixt.

Relating Betwixt 11:12 am

On the CBC News this morning, Heather Hiscox wore a golden yellow jacket and gold top. Paul Hunter wore a red tie with a white shirt and black jacket. Harry Forestell wore a black jacket, a white shirt and a black tie with white lines. Marival Taruc wore a light grey sweater with black top and a silver necklace. David Common wore a black jacket, white shirt and a silvery grey tie. Colleen Jones wore a brown town coat and scarf. Nick Spicer wore a tan green jacket with a black tie and white shirt.

Relating Betwixt 4:16 pm

On CBC News noon, Nancy Wilson wore an orange-yellow jean jacket with a white top. Henry Champ wore a black jacket with a white shrit and a grey fish patterned tie. Nancy Wood wore a blue blouse. Jeannie Lee wore a grey jacket. David Suzuki wore a black shirt with grey lines and a blue insignia. Craig Forrest wore a black jacket and a black and white striped shirt. Jelena Adzic wore a black top with black slacks and a red belt. Teresa Fisico wore blue jeans with a blue top and black jacket.  I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith with a mother and daughter planned party for an 11-year old, Scrapbook Star scrapbooking, function symbols for digital cameras, the ultimate grilled cheeze sandwich, male clients for spas with women.

Relating Betwixt 3:57 pm

I love her consummate swimming. I love her body sculpture so healthy. I love her painterly photographs, her travelling dreamwork. And I love the letter, the loaf of bread, the book and the baby, to consummate our marriage ceremony, green. I love her inward harvest, her fulfilling experience. I love her making plans to weave the marriage ceremony with dreamwork. I love her healthy body, her house complete with actress, actor and baby. Manifesting the ripeness attained in the sun and green image, with fall harvests of writing books. I love her natural performance, her traveling breakthrough, her green hammer.

In the Midst of the Clouds  4:52 pm

I love her harvest substantial, her bottle of wine and her meal, while swimming with our boat built for baby. Carrying commitments and plans with communication is a task but our heart’s projects are paintings and pearls in the weaving sun. Her harvest inspires my making real. I love her complete essence. I love her necklaces and her dresses. I love her construction test. I love her authentic awards. I love Anna Dirksen. 

             Love

Man and His World Expo ‘67   9:15 pm

Downtown Soulmates 10:54 pm

I listened intently and concentrated as Misty Blunt told me to turn left on to West 40^th Street, take the Lincoln tunnel and merge onto the I-495 West, and then take the Raatz  exit toward Hoboken, and so forth. I took her for a thoughtful rat of blank diary page or the first edition of “Spy in the House of Love.”

When she finished up, I said sadly, “I should have met Elvis for lunch.”

“I wish I never met him,” she said. Then she added, “Ever.”

She glanced at the clock, suddenly very testy and shitty.

I tried hard not to laugh. I stepped back and scurried away. I figured it was bad vibes or déjà vu. I got the wrong impression on Misty Blunt. Her idea of a nightmare almost certainly was an intimate diary or Nin classic. Too bad.

It took ages to find my car in the garage, and while I was having trouble starting it, I wiped the bird shit off the windshield. Then I wished I was heading for Graceland.

All of this crap called to mind some instructions in my Rabbit manual explaining:

“Whenever checking for the root cause of a generator failure, one of the first things that a technician should do is to sniff the generator. If it smells like a dead rat, trying to charge or discharge a defective battery has overheated the stator windings. Sniff the generator. Otherwise I pity the fool. If you still can’t start after a replacement, you’d better hitch a ride.”

And so it seemed I had little choice but to take a sniff at Crummy Nixon’s defective generator.

Bewildered by Misty Blunt’s directions and the roadblock at Brenda Six Killer, I finally came to Symbiotics Lab like a fish on dry land. The place was right next to the Sinatra Museum, I wished it were Graceland instead. The original lot was once the home for cloned Rat Sinatra.

My traveling excursion meandered through a new neighborhood of ratstones and rat-houses: new construction and new development. Most of the factory and elevator buildings were converted to  squealer luxury: 25^th Century squalor. I noticed row-houses, styled condominiums, limestone mansions turning to crud, a great investment for rat condo conversion. Hoboken was a mild, fine, and congenial place. Even more impressive, it was like a rat magnet. I saw rats everywhere, driving their cars, going to work, and taking home groceries. The whole rodent community was thriving. Like a cure was found for cloning, or the environment regained its green at last. The fully occupied, magnificent brick buildings glistened with rats. Freshly planted trash reached to the sky. And everyone was there. The place was packed. I loved seeing the rats safe and preening. ‘For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his Pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me: he shall set me up upon a rock –Psalm 27:5’.

The small plaque read Symbiotics Lab, and above, was the big sign: Symbiotics Rat Nursery. There wasn’t any wrought-iron fence at all, no embellished gate to lock or open. No security guard either, standing resolutely, hands clasping his belt.

I drove quickly past. No plain picket or chain link fence, but an undefined opening to the Nixon strain. Taking the back lane, I scurried through a blind alley. Hardly any green space. No flower bed. No lawn sprinkler system. No potting shed. A surprisingly small car lot, poorly paved, an eyesore. Rats must fight for a parking space. I didn’t see a soul: No slim rat in white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck. In his right hand could be a rattus norvegicus, in his left, its sleepy clone.

Meanwhile, Frasier wants to take Martin on a vacation trip. Martin wants to travel by Winnebago on the road across America to see Mount Rushmore. Daphne and Niles go too along with Eddy. Martin is afraid of getting lost while Frasier says, “the adventure is in the journey.” They cross the Canadian border but Daphne doesn’t have her green card. Martin distracts the border officer with no rabies certificate for Eddy the dog but Lenny bit Homer, and Lisa is protesting tThe Slaughterhouse restaurant. Homer eats 16 pounds of “indomitable tenderloin” to compete with a trucker that dies from his meal. Homer travels the country in the trucker’s rig on the road across America with Bart to Atlanta as tribute to the dead trucker. Marge buys an unstoppable musical doorbell. Homer and Bart are attacked by rival truckers, “Why do all my trips end like this?” Homer breaks the autopilot and delivers the goods.

 

On CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket a light blue shirt and a grey tie. The first story was on Ste-Justine Hospital doing damage control for a problem that had been there for years. Radio-Canada spoke to 3 families who didn’t know that bacteria killed their baby at the neo-natal unit in Ste-Justine. The government and the hospital insist the hospital is now completely safe as reported by Cheryl Rosebush in an orange top. The full story is on Zone Libre on Radio-Canada tonight at 9 pm. Jean Lafleur from the Sponsorship scandal pleaded guilty to 28 counts of fraud, and 7 charges were dropped, and the environment minister John Baird sold his plan for cutting greenhouse gases. David Suzuki confronted him. “It’s all smoke and mirrors…really shameful.” The opposition condemns the plan but with no stomach to force an election, as reported by Margo McDiarmid in a black coat with yellow scarf, followed by a man was refused bail for his firebombing of Jewish institutions. Prison Beating Charges for the teen who attacked Desire Munyaneza, and Bail for 14-Year Old, charged with manslaughter for killing a schoolmate, leading to an Expo 67 Souvenir and a look at the biosphere where there’s a large scale photographic exhibit to honour the 40^th anniversary. Geeta Nadkarni in a black coat with a vivid and thick yellow and green scarf gave the weather preview, and PJ Stock previewed Stock Talk and then to the break. Upon returning an Expo 67 Souvenir, “It was all so mind boggling… too much to take in.”

 

Amanda Pfeffer in black and live at the former US pavilion spoke on the impact of Expo 67 that launched a life of romance amid “architecture like I’ve never seen before”. Heads of state, the Queen and American royalty came to visit “a place to learn and get inspired”. “The Most successful world’s fair in the 20^th Century” and 40 years later Michel asked if there were security concerns back then. Amanda Pfeffer mentioned political breaches and incidents from separatist groups. And then to Your Money with Jeannie Lee in a grey jacket with the Bank of Montreal down $450 million on gas, and $14.5 billion was lost on gambling last year. A record year for the housing market, and 10 million Canadians still have to file their taxes, followed by the day’s numbers to downtown with soulmates and the break. Upon returning the day’s top stories: Ste-Justine, Prison Beating Charges and Lafleur Guilty Plea to the weather with Geeta this time holding a red umbrella. “At least it’s not cold” No dramatic changes before Tuesday. “A good weekend for taxes”. And more Expo memories with Michel talking to the former head of public relations for Expo 67, Yves Jasmin. “It was a marriage of reason, it was a marriage of love.” And “It took Quebec out of its provincialism” leading to inside the biosphere and the break. Upon returning, Our World and Saudi Arabia, where 172 people were arrested in a suspected mass terror plot, and more scrutiny over the Canadian government’s handling of Afghan prisoners with “so many conflicting stories, none of them can be believed.”

 

Stockwell Day explained that correction officials are actually monitoring detainees, but still was vague. The question was asked, “What are they actually monitoring?” Critics are skeptical after the confusion, with the defense minister saying they had an arrangement with the Afghan government, but Harper saying it’s not ready. More calls for O’Connor to resign, as reported by Julie Van Dusen in a black coat with blue scarf. And then to conductor and master cellist Mstislav Rostropovich dead at age 80, a musical prodigy born of musicians. He wanted to speak freely in defense of other soviet dissent artists but was stripped of his citizenship, and went into self-imposed exile. When politics changed, he was given back his citizenship, as reported by Nick Spicer and then to the break. Upon returning, Expo 67 Souvenirs and Marianna Simeone live at the biosphere, in a black coat and orange blouse with Diana Nicholson who had the job to sell the idea to skeptical Canadians. The Expo opening was an extraordinary success, she said. The turnstiles couldn’t open fast enough, and at the end, “the incredible feeling of sadness.” Live at the biosphere, Diana Nicholson felt very nostalgic, “It brings back so many memories.” Michel reminds viewers they can log on to the website www.cbc.ca/montreal and click the feature for Expo 67. And then to Stock Talk with PJ Stock in a black jacket with grey and white shirt and talk on what the Canadiens should do with Alex Kovalev and the game between San Jose and Detroit and how the Ottawa Senators are as a team. A winner for the sports bag and Geeta gave the final weather wrap. The rainy weekend will be good for “Cuddling, contemplation and Chai.” The Canucks verses Anaheim and Michel signed off for the night.

 

And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of accomplishment, attainment, authenticity, autonomy, awarding breakthrough, building, caring, carrying out, commitments, completion, consummation, definite, determining, earning, essence, executing experience, finishing, fulfillment, harvest, inwardness, making, manifesting, naturalness, performance, plans, possibility, potentials, realizing, ripeness, satisfaction, substantial, tangible and to make real.

Actualizing

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Friday, April 27th, 2007
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Her Black Lightening Fires My Soul With Her Red Power.

Soulmates and Her Mountain of Love 7:32 pm

The sun was bright and overhead. The cloud was a soft glow, but the veil was light given that this was overcast. Birds were already fully in the midst of their song. The tiny cheeping under the awning, sometimes it was difficult to tell where it came from. Presently the sound of babies was gone, and there were no lovebirds nearby. There was one bird that dominated the area. Most, if not all of the other birds were silent –no calls outward.

Her Green Palais 5:49 am

Her White and Green Palais of True Love 6:06 am

Her Tents and River of Love 7:11 am

Her Tents and River of Love 9:36 am

Her Tents and River of Love 11:31 am

  

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             11:53 am                 11:59 am                           Love

Another two-toned birdcall that I remembered from childhood. Waking up early, the backyard trees would be full of birds, out side my bedroom window. It would be difficult to fall back to sleep. I was left on my own this quiet morning it seemed. Without lovebirds. A plane droned overhead, into the foggy mass of soft cloud. It was rather like looking into a shell, pearly white but somewhat foggy. The tiny baby voices, or whatever they were, had resumed.

Her Biosphere Pregnant Relating 1:45 pm

This morning on the CBC News, Heather Hiscox wore a white jacket. Harry Forestell wore a pink shirt and a red patterned tie with a black jacket. Colleen Jones wore a blue jean jacket with fur collar and cuffs. Marivel Taruc wore an orange sweater with black top.  On the CBC Montreal noon news brief, Kristy Snell wore a white sweater with black collar.  On CBC News noon, Nancy Wilson wore a black jacket with a black and yellow band top. Rosemary Barton wore a dark grey jacket, Jeannie Lee wore a dark grey jacket with a silvery grey top. Nil Koksal wore a light tan trench coat. Henry Champ wore a black jacket, dark blue shirt and a black tie with white ghosts. Harry Forestell wore a pink shirt with a red patterned tie. Teresa Fisico wore a blue jean skirt, a white top and a black jacket, with a round black pendant necklace.

Her Biosphere Pregnant Relating 2:03 pm

I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith in a red coat. I learned how to tackle financial affairs, ‘get rid of that debt’, white blouses, teenagers and clothes, taking baby pictures and baby gift ideas for parents to where’s Geeta?

Her Biosphere Pregnant Relating 3:36 pm

I heard two lovebirds far away. They were in their home conversing. But sure enough, one was in the tree, repeating the phrase from yesterday. I came over to the guardrail to see. He was a little shy, but directed me to his whereabouts, with one or two calls.  The trees to the west were still sort of barren and wintry. Without signs of buildings, the treetops looked like a forest. In the distance, to the east, pale blue sky had gained control without any struggle.

Her Biosphere Pregnant Relating 5:25 pm

Play for matching and negotiation and kissing instead of merely contradiction. I love Anna’s love counter blending. I love her dream contest. Let there be no frustration, but her labour of love mastering. Let there be testing and stress-free striving. I love her black potent lunar business strategy. No enemies, or headaches from wrestling or fighting, but her red anchor necklace. I love her exertion to prevent angry feuds and resist competition with hugs and caresses and understanding. Let there be martial arts for heroes with lightning. Let there be loving play, not more victims of rape and red snakes, or arguments over earthquake while volcanoes erupt. No. Let there be no power play for resisting or jealous rivalry, but a championship of true love, with rams butting heads like magnets in true love. Let there be no dissenting puzzles but let there be love between politics and submarines, between hitting sports and storms. And I love her bold encounters,  her blending of opposition. I love her fight for arbitration.  I am in love with her. She is my soulmate. I love Anna Dirksen.

Soulmates and Mountain 7:32 pm

Her Green Palais 11:10 pm

Meanwhile, Frasier has a cold and is encouraged to stay home, but he’s worried about his job. He thinks there will be a conflict between people vying for his timeslot. Ros called worried about losing the timeslot. Niles does the show, but Frasier is delirious and calls Niles “The little rat is scintillating,” All drugged up, Frasier attempts his reclaim his show, but Homer is Sir Drinks-a-lot, and Lisa is very stressed and in conflict with her father. They take a break in a sensory deprivation tank for 2 hours. “This tank is releasing the full potential of my brain!” say Lisa. Homer and Lisa have their private hallucinations and Lisa hallucinates being at the opera with her father but she sees herself through his eyes. Lisa realizes “He takes me to lots of places he hates.” Homer has a wild ride and Lisa and her father go to the smash up derby where Michael gives his Valentine’s romance package to Lindsay. Michael thinks there is a power play brewing with Lucille 2 and his rival, Sitwell. He is ready for battle believing they are poised to take over the company. Tobias goes to a Valentine’s spa for Lindsay but Lindsay is with Uncle Jack. Lucille 2 is with Sitwell. Jack’s leg knocks out Lindsay. Tobias runs for his wife. Lucille 2 is with Sitwell. Buster and Gob fight each other for Lucille 2. Tobias fights Jack for Lindsay. Lindsay is very impressed.

On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a tan jacket with white shirt and tan tie. The first story was by Cheryl Rosebush, on Metro to Laval. It was poised to go smoothly, but a metro worker died from heart attack. Hundreds of metro workers protested. “A bit of a financial saga” at $75 million over 5 years, Charest remarked. 5.2 km added to the orange line. 50,000 people a day will use it. 5,000 leaving their car. “This project is excellent and will greatly improve the quality of life in Laval” Built under projected costs, all 3 new stations on the new line are free to the public this weekend. Radio Canada investigated the neo-natal ward at St-Justine Hospital, and premature babies were dying from pneumonia “We were not told to close the unit” Doctors in 2005 pushed to have it closed. Aging blocked drains were the source. Public health officials are reassuring the public. New water unit with purified water supply. And then to School Fight Death, and a 14 year old suspect and then to reducing school violence with a project fighting bullying by restricting the viewing of television for ten days. Children played outside with friends. “They’re a lot less tired now and fewer conflicts in class” as reported by Lysanne Louter. Quick weather with Geeta Nadkarni in a black coat with a pink ribbon tying her hair, with blue gloves. 2 men facing charges related to attacks on Jewish institutions. Bail hearings with each facing 9 counts. Body Burned and Daycare Vote –will be back in operation tomorrow. Coming up the theme song for Canada’s centennial, and then Ottawa’s green plan coming up to the break.

 

Federal environment minister John Baird is “Turning the corner” on reducing air pollution and greenhouse gases, by targeting the industry on 20% by 2020. Setting targets 6% per year till until 18 by 2010. Still under the Liberal proposal for Kyoto, as reported by Kas Roussy in a black jacket with pink blouse. Unchecked greenhouse gas emissions contribute to climate change. And then to Gordon O’Connor’s arrangement with Kandahar but without documentation, but Stephen Harper said it wasn’t quite ready. Stephane Dion affirming the government is in disarray over neglect of detainees. “It’s only enemies –who cares?” as reported by Julie Van Dusen in a black and grey checkered jacket with a black top, leading to Home Firebombed, while a mother and 3 teens were sleeping. It could be related to bullying. A couple at a 5-star resort for a wedding in the Dominican Republic went through hell and falsely accused of stealing another couple’s cellphone. The couple was put in separate jail cells and then escorted back to their room. The resort manager says there was no jail cells and the couple was, “So drunk!” Foreign Affairs say they have not received a statement or complaint and Your Money with Jeannie Lee in a grey jacket with silvery top and the oil sands developing to higher crude prices and tax tips for the disabled and caregiver’s credit and Binny and Smith will change their name to Crayola Canada to the day’s numbers and the break. Upon returning Metro and School Fight Death and Green Plan, followed by the weather with Geeta “It couldn’t be sunny forever” and “have your umbrella handy” because, “rain, rain and more rain.”

 

It’s the last weekend before tax season ends and so in the darkness returns can be done on time, leading to the break and Our World with Putin talking tough on his last annual address as a leader. He issued 2 warnings to the west, saying that NGOs are meddling in Russia’s internal affairs and wants a freeze on the conventional forces in Europe treaty. He is not going to be president next year, leading to Istanbul Apartment Collapse. Iraq Showdown Looms and the Beijing Olympic Torch 2008, “a cloud motif on a curved metal handle” But Taiwan’s sovereignty is insulted by the route marked as Chinese. Roadside markets in Kenya, are called Jua Kali, “Most of the work is done by hand and is labour intensive” selling and manufacturing goods to compete with Chinese cheaper products, as reported by David McGuffin in a black short sleeved shirt and tan slacks to the next break. Upon returning Quebec Scene, the showcase of Quebec Artists, with Anna Asimakopulos this Friday at 5:30. And then to The Scene with Celine Dion on American TV and with the trick of technology sang a duet with Elvis Presely. A technician explained how Celine accomplished when she sang with Frank Sinatra. Jelena Adzic in a pink turtleneck and white vest said that Canadian author Douglas Coupland wrote for the big screen’s Everything’s Gone Green. The Donner Prize Winner was Erick Helleiner for The Politics and History of Canada’s Exchange Rate Regime and Contemporary Art Award to Michael Snow and then to Expo 67 souvenirs for tomorrow’s show. Video journalist Andrew Chang in a black jacket, white shirt and grey and black patterned tie, showed people singing the 100^th anniversary of confederation’s Canada Song. Andrew Chang’s mother was visiting Montreal at the time of Expo. Geeta with the weather wrap in a grey sleeveless top, “get your scrabble boards out.” Michel invited viewers to send in their pictures of Expo. Hockey tonight in Canada with Ottawa facing New Jersey and Michel signed off for the night.

 

And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief 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, puzzles, quarrels, risking, rivalry strategy, stress, striving, strife and testing.

Struggle

Relating

I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Thursday, April 26th, 2007
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I Love Her Rainbow Beauty, In True Love, Healing and Honest.

 

Tree Angel  6:05 am

Her Yellow Tents  7:31 pm

A lovebird was in the tree, talking to his wife. She was under the awning. Or so I thought. I heard the sound of baby birds. It must have taken me a day or two to recognize that these were soulmate babies chirping over there. I’m not sure if the couple were together. One was in the tree nearby, repeating a single phrase with slight variations. The babies were learning the song. The lovebird moved a few trees down the way and repeated the same phrase. Quite suddenly a chorus of birds started at once. All were different voices and they emerged like a choir.

Tree Angel 6:11 am

  

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               6:46 am                   6:49 am                            Love 

The sky was overcast, but with a woolen texture that was glossy, as though it was delicately buffed. There was a halo around the sun. and there was a rainbow in the cloud below it. And I felt so happy that I melted to tears. I was so moved by the beauty of that on this day. The sunlight cast warm and cool shades, and I strove to take in the warmth. It was good to feel that warmth. The cool air beckoned me to the colder side of warmth and was flapping my diary page. “These are my parents!” I said. “Mother Wind and Father Sunlight. They are giving voice to me.” A much older and wiser bird began to sing. A deeper and more mature voice.

Soulmates Together 7:50 am                 

  

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Soulmates Together 8:56 am

  

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We all have heavenly parents. I was letting go of my aches and ashes, allowing for the positive that I don’t want to ever erase. The seagulls were in the distance. A crow cawed like a purr. That crow was really purring. The lovebird had returned to the tree and then his companion in the distance responded the same way. The two were repeating this phrase together, interweaving and adding inflection. This is not what they usually do. The dog barked and I wondered why. And then his voice changed to a higher, more determined pitch. He was vocalizing.

Her Mountain of Love 11:46 am

On the CBC Morning, Heather Hiscox wore a black jacket with white rim lines. Harry Forestell’s jacket was grey and he wore a silvery tie with a shirt. Colleen Jones wore a pink hairband with a pink jacket and pink turtleneck. Heather Robinson wore a light grey jacket with red scarf. Nick Spicer wore a black jacket with a white shirt and black tie.

Her Mountain of Love 12:12 pm

Nancy Wilson wore a black jacket with dotted markings that lined the collar, and an animal print blouse. Rosemary Barton wore a green blouse. Henry Champ wore a grey jacket with a white shirt and a grey and black square-grid tie. Marivel Taruc wore a light grey jacket with black top. Somebody wore a red long sleeved top with black vest. I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith, and learned about Montreal circus schools for children, digital camera printers, antique china cups, a daily yoga wake up, recreating the feeling of a hotel in your bedroom.

Her Mountain of Love 12:28 pm

  

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Crows cawed in response to the dog, or at the same time but it was clear that when the dog stopped barking, the crows stopped cawing. It was mysterious.  He must have been invoking his voice to all of the voices around him. He may be bored with his master, chained in the garden, but his  voice found a place above and beyond his pen, in the throng of voices around him.

  

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There was the gentle rattle of roof work. Trees were very silent, in stillness with the sky. Stillness and silence were trees. The lovebirds were in the distance and sharing their love song for the day. The tiny babies now were quiet. I was discovering I was alive, and I thought of my soulmate and my son. It is better to be open than closed. The wiring works better that way with classical music from heaven, and The Reward of Saint Rose as our song. She is the rose of my heart.

  

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              3:30 pm                  Love                                     Love