1st
November 2012
Here
it is! November is my least favorite month of the twelve. I have
said that before and will most likely say it again. Growing up in
Kingston Ontario – Limestone city it is also known as, because so
many buildings that are made from the grey limestone, I would walk to
school and be surrounded by the greyish buildings – greyish roads –
greyish skies – greyish waters of lake Ontario – No delight – no
pleasure going to a place I rather not be. What a stark contrast to
the colourful month of October – even the air would be different.
Now the November winds – November rains – Novembers colours only
bring depression and memories of dreadful days long ago.
Ecclesiastes
1:1
Vanity of vanities,
says the Preacher,vanity of vanities! All is vanity. What does man
gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun? A generation
goes, and a generation comes,but the earth remains forever. The sun
rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it
rises. The wind blows to the south and goes around to the north;
around and around goes the wind,and on its circuits the wind returns.
All streams run to the sea, but the sea is not full;to the place
where the streams flow, there they flow again. All things are full of
weariness; a man cannot utter it; the eye is not satisfied with
seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. What has been is what will
be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing
new under the sun. Is there a thing of which it is said, “See, this
is new”? It has been already in the ages before us. There is no
remembrance of former things, nor will there be any remembrance of
later things yet to be among those who come after.
Just to do a quick break in thought –
despite my attempts to have made it sooner November also brings me
into marriage with Noni whom I love and delight. A rainbow of hope in
a month of depression.
More on that later as the anniversary
date comes closer.
So here I am – alone on November
first. Noni is in Indonesia visiting her family and with her ill
father – I am unemployed for the next few months – waiting to
receive money from EI sitting in side watching the rain pour
through the balcony glass door. Skies are very grey and a rolling
cloud of lighter grey covers the mountains and divides the tree lines
going from the valley up into the high lands.
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