Spilt Wine

"In our culture, rest is the reward for labor. The justification for sitting and relaxing is that the work is done. In this way, rest is dependent upon labor."- Tim Parsley.

This picture is one of Tim's art pieces and what Tim said about it is so very true within my life. I tend to drive Audrey crazy with my drive and obsession to complete the chores around the house. Truth be told, I just can rest until everything is complete. While some people, like Audrey want to rest after work, I want to get everything done, so that I can rest at 8:30 or 9:00 o'clock at night. Unfortunately, sometimes, I miss the good things in life because I am not resting and enjoying the moment, chores done or not.

Beauty is really only capture in the moment.

I was reading a book this evening in my chair in the living room. Behind me is a window that faces west. It was about seven a clock and the sun was setting. I had a glass of wine next to me. When I picked up my glass to take a drink, red lines like laser beams danced upon the text of which I was reading. At this moment it was the sun that was reflecting perfectly into my glass making a beautiful prism on the pages of my book. I thought I should take a picture of this and ask Tim or Derek to paint the the photo for me, but I decided to do it later. About thirty minutes later I picked up my glass again and tried to make the same red prisms...but the moment was gone.

The moment had past.

I forgot to mention that we saw Uncle Rico's van while at Morro Bay. We looked all around for him but I guess he was inside his van sleeping. Which is to bad, because I was hoping to play some catch with him.

History is written everyday, yet we seem to only take notice when history has become a milestone event. On Mother’s day, May 11, 1997, I attended a San Francisco Giants game. Not because I am a Giant’s fan, but more that I am a baseball fan and was given a free ticket. And for the record, I despise the “Trick or Treaters” from the bay.

Anyhow, on that day I didn’t realize I had witnessed history in the making. With my 35 mm camera, I took a photo of Barry Bond in mid-swing, which turned out to be a home run. I then took a picture of him jogging the bases after sending the ball over the right field wall of Candle Stick. That was nine years ago today and home run number 339 for Barry Bonds. At that point he was still 375 home runes away from tying Babe Ruth’s home run record. I am not sure if anyone at that point was thinking that Barry was moving towards surpassing Babe Ruth…I didn’t.

Of course, things just don’t happen. You just don’t hit home run number 714 without first hitting home run number 1, then number 2 and so on. These photos have gotten me thinking that the things we do today don’t necessarily end at the end of the day, but rather are the baby steps towards our future, which also eventually becomes our history.

For years, I have "roughed it" camped, with a tent and sleeping bag in the woods. Last week Audrey and I bought a little travel trailer. This weekend we are at Morro Bay camping with the luxury of a bed, refrigerator, TV, and wireless internet! I think I like this a way of camping a whole lot better.

Disarray…
My life has succumb
I am afraid…
That I can not reorganize
Lost without a way…
A map sure would help
You love me…
You love me…
You love me…
I am estranged…
Don’t know where I belong
I am lonely…
Friends have all moved a way
Disappointed in myself…
Failure is an everyday occurrence
You love me…
You love me…
You love me…

Being a Canadian immigrant myself, I was planning on joining the “Day without Immigrants Protest” but there was a memo posted at work stating all policies and disciplinary actions regarding unapproved absences from work would be enforced.

Then I thought about boycotting with the rest of the immigrants, but I got hungry, so I shopped at Savemart for dinner on my way home from work. From the looks of the Walmart parking lot, there appeared to be a lot of Hispanic immigrants sticking to their guns and not shopping today.

Via Canada!