Gord’s
Gallery
Submitted by : Gord Brinkhurst

Murray’s Musings:
“How Do These Weeks
Pass So Quickly?”
Submitted by: Dixie Murray

You may know that one of my favourite pastimes is painting. Not walls, or fences, or houses, or anything
like that; that is too much like work. And, you may also know that I am highly allergic to work.

No, I mean the artsy kind of painting. Just like Van Gough or any of those other kinds of guys. You might say that my painting is more like Picasso with arms and legs all over the place. Mind you, I don't do it deliberately, it just looks that way sometimes. Anyhow, I wasn't going to talk about
that. I was going to commiserate, commissar .... think about how life is just like a painting.

First off, the idea comes into your head that you would like to paint a picture. After lots of training and practice, you know the basics so you are ready to paint. One of an artist's greatest hurdles is a white, blank canvas. It bothers some people so badly that they paint a neutral color over the whole surface.

Have you ever had one of those weeks that you just want to flush down the toilet, except there are a few journal writing experiences in it that cause you to resist pushing down the handle? Such has been my week.

I had a few disappointments this week that kinda kick a hole in the whole enthusiasm thing that you get going. I had to go to Calgary to meet with some people, which didn't go as planned. One of them lied to me and that leaves that lingering feeling of wanting to press the replay button. Actually, it was more like the delete button I would have preferred to hit. The other meeting could have been rather awkward if you failed to recognize the humor in it.

To make a long story short, I phoned a guy and made plans to meet him on Thursday to have a discussion with him on his situation. He became a paraplegic a couple of years ago. He seemed rather hesitant to meet me but I was all bright and bubbly, so he relented and said to call him when I got to town and we could make the arrangements.