Today was one of those days I couldn't believe. The prices were unbelievably good. The sunshine (and rain) were unbelievably good. I got soaked but wonder of wonders, I could afford a new strip of bus tickets to get the bus back. I even afforded two large pizza slices and a small bottle of water for lunch while out on the bus system of British Columbia, not literally sitting on the bus but out away from home for the morning. I saw a chap I want to ask to sing on my folk singing album if I ever save up enough shekels for a recording studio and musicianship to be paid for hire. He is the poorest man in Abbotsford, I bet nearly anyway. God told me he's meant to be a singer. I asked God twice on the trip today if he, the Maker, expects me to busk. Come on, are you joking? I asked kindly as I thought maybe that was my next money-making venture, but no, he didn't expect me to. On a better day cash-wise I could have nipped down to the fabric store and bought reams of quilting fabric to make quilts I designed out of, but no, such was not today. On a better day, I could have GONE ON HOLIDAY, which was what I felt like I needed to do. I thought that would be fun. But no, not today. I could have sung on my album, but no, not today. I could have busked if it had been Vancouver, but no, not today. I could have written a prize-winning novel at the three day novel writing contest in Vancouver, but no, not today.
If I were on Bowen Island, I could have milked the goat and made yogurt or cheese, but no not today. Maybe I should write some songs. In the Himalayas, sister Robin was seen hiking on a film I watched on television sometime ago on tourism. She is an odd-looking Swedish athlete type to see and it was quite easy to pick her out. Out of the blue, there appeared Robin. Quite astounding. Could something happen to me like that, I don't ask. Just a nice quiet day, writing songs would be good. Is that what I'm meant to do?
I would like to write protest songs maybe, as I am in a protesting sort of mood.
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