There was one person waiting for the elevator one morning. As I came in from the parkade, this person went out of their way to turn around, face the other way, and then walk to the far corner of the lobby to wait.
I was shocked. Its an office building for crying out loud, not some Dating Reality Show.
A few weekends ago I took Tiffany canoing down the North Saskatchewan. She held up well, and we didn’t get sunburned! It started at Devon and ended at the Valley Zoo. Looking on a map afterwards, it turns out we covered 30 kilometres, which is amazing. If somebody had shown me that route beforehand, I wouldn’t have gone, so I am glad that did not happen. Its neat to see a different view of an area — usually the only river sights afforded to me are those seen from the roads that cross the river.
Its impressive to think how ‘people power’ can actually get you from A to B. We have covered lots of distances on foot when backpacking and hosteling, gone around foreign towns on rented bicycles, and voyaged downstream in this boat, all thanks to our own efforts. Its neat to realize accomplishments without mechanized assistance. However, I am not about to give up my cars and airplanes anytime soon.
Everyone has their sub/conscious list of things that make them smile. These things differ from person to person. The truly spectacular moments in life are the “simple things” that happen to make you smile when you least expected it.
There’s this old man that walks down the side of the road every morning. No sidewalk, no place to easily walk at all, nothing but farmland on one side, and a large subdivision on the other — generally not a stretch that you’d think to walk down. Judging by the random mornings that I’ve seen him walking, I would guess that his walk is at least two kilometres (which is impressive in my books). The first morning that I ever noticed him walking down the road, he had the biggest smile on his face. Every time I saw him thereafter, he always had the same smile, as if he was offering a personal greeting to every vehicle driving past. If it was me, I’d be scowling at all the traffic for not slowing down or giving me a little more pedestrian space. I wonder how many of the drivers that pass by even notice him.
And yet its this constant wonder/delight that brings a smile to my face some mornings. Those chance mornings that he’s on his smiling mission to get somewhere when I drive by.
The late 90’s was the start of the road tripping era for me. Whether it was to Red Deer or to Regina, music was key in keeping the mood up and in some cases, remembering the journey. At the time, mix tapes were on the way out, giving way to discmans and in-car cd players. On one of my longer trips predating the in-car player, I was using a casette adaptor, and actually had to place my discman on a pillow on the other seat to keep it from skipping due to the car motion. The 48 CD booklet was a must to ensure all your favourite CDs were on hand, as well as some other stuff in case you felt like it.
At about the same time, I recall making an mp3 from a song off one of my CDs. It took an hour to make the one song, and I lost interest in trying to copy the rest of the CD. However it was amazing that I did not have to hunt for the CD any more when I wanted to hear that song.
Thanks to technology advancement over the last decade, it is only a matter of seconds to copy a given song from a CD, ready and waiting for my listening pleasure. Road trips have evolved to airplane trips, and the discman has given way to the iPod (with FM transmitter for those ‘vintage’ car rides). Less clutter. Smaller devices. ALL my music. Wherever/whenever I want to listen to it. I realize that I have not touched my 48 CD book in about three years! Most of the CDs that are in it right now have been in there for even longer.
What is interesting is that more often than not, the CDs that I buy now will only ever get used once or twice. They become part of a collection, and must not fall victim to scratches from CD Drives or getting eaten by my car player. They almost always go directly into iTunes, copy, back to the CD Case, and are placed on the shelf until the end of time. The mp3 becomes the well travelled audio companion.
And if I don’t feel like listening to it, random has a new song ready and waiting, from another CD that is probably hasn’t been touched since it was copied to the computer.