What's your purpose?

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel that you are spinning nothing but your wheels? Not getting anywhere?

Are you are part of the herd or a part from it?

I just felt like saying hello today. Are you awake?

Sure it's cold, but it ain't Saskatoon!

I love it when I feel reminiscent for the Prairies and then I check the weather.

Dec 12th today and they are forecasting temperatures today of -50 Celsius which is like -58 F. Now I don't know about you, but to me, that is a little darned too cold. -50 C!! Not only is that ridiculous and that anyone would choose to continue living in that environment, but it also erases any remaining vestiges of nostalgia that I may have- at least until the spring.

Stare into the sun and relive the memory of warmth.

Stay tuned.

Woman, 98, indicted in roommate’s death - World - Canoe.ca

Woman, 98, indicted in roommate’s death - World - Canoe.ca

I think that it was the teddy bear she is sitting with.

Saskatoon memories aka, Was I even sober in the 80's? II

Who here remembers sitting in Paulie's basement watching Highlander over and over? How many times for Blade Runner? The Hunger?

Cold Saskatoon nights, driving around in a darkened van making Pop Tart dust. EverClear rainbows by the ounce, never mind the gallon mix that they suggest. AC/DC playing loudly, me being led home because I was to drunk to see. And my combats were untied.

Flash forward to Plaza Of Nations. My special love telling everyone that it was her birthday and she brought me trays of beer. Sweet beer! Such nectar. I drowned in the amber, the cold highway that I had known all of my life.

Did I tell her that I loved her? Did I tell any of them that I loved them? I could only let them love me as much as I would allow, not as much as they could. Insufferable, intolerable.

My group of comrades, my friends. Paulie, Christa, Mike and Ian. Crazy days and the nights were worse. We took Dionysian mercurial, earthly delights to new levels. We partied, we lived and we partied some more.

Knives of the Stove, I christen thee Sir Hash!

Turmoil and turmoil. No peace. No rest.

Time slows down as I grow older. Faster.

Each day I wake up I realize that I am dying.

You know its true

I am, I am, I am superman
And I know what's happening.
I am, I am, I am superman
And I can do anything.

You don't really love that guy you make it with now do you?
I know you don't love that guy 'cause I can see right through you.

I am, I am, I am superman
And I know what's happening.
I am, I am, I am superman
And I can do anything.

~REM

Is.49:15-18

Sometimes you have to wake up pretty early to hear.

	Isa 49:15	" Can a woman forget her nursing child, And not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will not forget you.
	Isa 49:16	See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me.
	Isa 49:17	Your sons shall make haste; Your destroyers and those who laid you waste Shall go away from you.
	Isa 49:18	Lift up your eyes, look around and see; All these gather together and come to you. As I live," says the LORD, "You shall surely clothe yourselves with them all as an ornament, And bind them on you as a bride does.

Saskatoon memories aka, Was I even sober in the 80's?

Have you ever been lost in time?

I mean more than simple nostalgia, but to be locked in a refreshing, replaying history? That is my life now, confounded by dreams focused on a specific time (7:30 am to be exact).

Time stuck in the 80's, outside, inside Tramps Arcade in a prairie town. Punk rockers and natives, arguing, warring. made no sense really, but that is what we were.

Doing drugs, drinking 5 Star and Yukon Jack. Sometimes a bottle of Jack. I was in love and I was on top of the world. James Cagney all over again with the smoking machine gun, going down in a flame. Going down with the setting sun.

My friends, now long gone, except for Mike. My friends who saw me live and then see me die.

No regrets and there is no remorse, but sometimes, just sometimes....