far from blah

the sun is actually shining today!  my walk today was not a chore, with birdsong guiding my way down McGee St and then down Furby this morning.  saying good bye to my youngest at school, i settled into the nice feeling of a walk before me...musing over the past couple of days and weeks. i see Rachel walking towards me, haven't seen her for a couple of weeks.  we say hi, but she seems a little distant...that's ok, perhaps when the weather changes we can make plans to meet again. meanwhile, i mull over the fact that i've had this headcold for over a week now and have tried to 'lay low' in my stuffed up suffering.  with three boys, and a hyper pooch its hard to 'lay low' for any length of time.  dental visits, groceries, music lessons, seem to fill up the schedule as it usually does.  i crossed Sargent and thought about the movie my hubby and i watched last nite about Amelia Earhart's story, the first women  pilot to fly across the Atlantic.  the ending brought me up short, attempting a last leg of her round the world stint, she ran out of fuel over the Pacific and was lost to history without a trace.  funny how that affected me...by now I'm at a cross walk and an Asian lady stops about 7 feet from me and looks terrified at Cyclone looking at her.  "is he friendly dog? I scared".  she keeps her distance even though I say she's  ok, but Cylone denies her comfort by sensing her fear and barking a couple of times at her...'better to keep going' I think.  i get onto Furby and enjoy the sun, the birds and the thoughts...she should've waited for a clear day (who? Amelia...oh yah), a day like today, she'd see the island she needed to refuel at and she would've been back in her husbands arms the next day and a hero along with it.  All the world was watching her with bated breath, would she, could she do it?  So much struggle, love, so much risk involved to even get her and her silver plane up and into the clouds.  why do i relate to that?  i meet up with a elderly lady who walks her elderly dog on our street regularly.  i ask her how she is, she asks me, then she says "you know, last week the police were at that house," she pointed to one 3 doors down, "there were drugs and guns there, alot of them.  You know, this is good neighborhood but," she shrugs, "what can you do? drugs, guns..." she shakes her head and then smiles, "Bye-bye now, have a good day!"  i answer, "ok, you too!".  i had seen the 6 police cars and two investigative vans outside last week.  i thought perhaps a stabbing or something, but I guess it was a cache of guns and drugs the police had found.  the other nite i had reflected to some friends that lately i've been too blah to write in this blog.  nothing going on, sick, normal Winnipeg winter.  my walk today has taught me otherwise, life here is far from blah.