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megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
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Friday, December 05, 2003 :::
Smashing down the phone in frustration, he shattered the glass table. “Fuck!” was all he could say. His buddy was all “hey c’mon man lets go to Blue Sea, Sammy’s having a cottage party on a island it’ll be amusing.” “but no, he wanted to stir in his own juices. They went outside on the deck and watched the turkey vultures soar on the early September thermals rising from the lake.
“You know” he said, “I don’t know why this is bugging me so much. It’s not like I should be in love with this girl we’ve only been together since July.”
“Yeah well it’s probably everything else that’s been going on that’s affecting you,” countered his friend. “Now come on lets hit up that bash.”
“Nah you go, I won’t be much fun, my heads not into it.”
So began a difficult fall. It’s bad enough that the leaves change colour and die. The grass turns brown, dies. Now that the thing putting a jump in your step was over, life in the hills became intolerably difficult, snow, ice, cold. During that season the only recourse was to scrape together a plan of attack. No longer content to wallow in despair. The lure of paradise began to attract attention again.
As usual when things are not going right the ultimate solution is a trip to the tropics. One can bathe a battered psyche in the oddly named Pacific ocean. Upon return the north seems that much more interesting, less frozen dark and menacing. The games of shinny on the outdoor rinks take on a new meaning. Heritage, lace em up drive to the net. Breathe that crisp air and feel the sensation of winter.
Contrasts, you can’t appreciate the winter without some understanding of summer.
Maybe you can’t appreciate loss without some concept of gain.
::: posted by Mega at 8:21 AM
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