English Bay on the longest day
English Bay on the longest day
She said: You seemed a little tentative last time I brought trifle.
20 minutes after dinner, while she’s freshening up,
then midnight to 2 should finish it.
She said: But I know you like custard
… still a few hours tomorrow morning before the noon deadline …
She said: So I made it myself
Bernie’s away. I’ll have to chair the directors’ meeting.
She looks very pleased with herself.
Check the agenda.
She said: I did keep the jello. I know you like raspberries!
Ok…, distracted now by the open wine …
Good, as long as no one wants to add Other Business …
She said: Mmmm
She’s smelling it.
I probably won’t need the time anyway, but it’ll take the pressure off.
She likes it.
She said: Ouzo?
Ouzo, sure, ouzo has a good effect on her.
Those grey sheer curtains aren’t working. That was their mistake. I know I ordered …
She said: Cheers!
I’ll be in the Review at least until 2, last time it was after 3,
…what is the topic?
She is very pretty,
She said: Earth to Asteroid 8240, come in…
She seems so happy to see me.
I love her laugh.
Don’t like them; … the highs, ok, they’re good.
But screaming down that hill into the abyss: The lows. They suck.
Every now and then a slight tremor, a gentle shake, even a humorous jolt – one every long while is ok.
Smooth gliding, just coast, that’s what I want.
Not bad surprises around the bend, tears, spasms in the gut, that nauseous feeling and what comes next.
Nope. No siree. Don’t need it.
A multitude of glistening spheres bubbling up from the depths, an awesome surprise, yes, bring that on.
Jiggles, giggles, fantasy come true.
The magical ride, that one over there with the golden lights
picking up a little speed as it heads for the tunnel…
“How am I supposed to breathe when you take my breath away?” (Greg Sczebel)
Brian Greene and I speak the same language, English, at least in some of his books.
His simple explanations bring concepts into focus for simple me.
His Introduction was a pleasure.
And then the Introduction ended.
The main event began.
The Meaning of Relativity
“The theory of relativity is closely connected with the theory of space and time. I shall therefore begin with a brief investigation of the origin of our ideas of space and time, although in doing so I know that I introduce a controversial subject. …”*
As much as I cherished the lessons from Brian Greene, here now was Albert Einstein, talking to me like I understood every word.
Communication is so important. Despite the wide chasm in our I.Q.s, we were doing just fine since we met 3 minutes ago. I eased deeper into the Macy’s Martha Stewart medium and extra firm pillows, took some deep relaxing breaths, and rejoiced in my good luck to finally be introduced to him, Albert Einstein, after all these years. Why had I resisted for so long?
“…By means of simple changes in position we can bring two bodies into contact…”*
He is a sweet talker. I don’t mind.
But then, as all relationships do I suppose, a perturbation arose. It happened when I turned to page 4; a lack of understanding if you will, a gap.
What was that?
– An equation.
I read the passage once more, and again. Yes, phew, got through that hurdle. And we are back on track.
“Does anyone ever call you Al?”
Onward to page 5.
Here again was a challenge. Another equation. But it was small, simple letters.
Got it. Where there is a will there is a way Al. Now that I’ve found you I’m going to persevere.
And so Al continued his discourse.
Wow! Who knew? Me and Al.
Until page 6, where a total communication break down occurred.
Sadly, our relationship was over.
With a heavy heart I turned off the light.
I will always remember the hope. And now, to dream.
*The Meaning of Relativity by Albert Einstein with an Introduction by Brian Greene Princeton University Press, New Princeton Science Library Edition, 2014
August, the climax of the year. Trees are lush and heavy. The fruit is ripe. A carefree laziness fills the hours. For a precious few weeks we forget what day it is. Every day is exquisitely the same. Nothing to do but complain about the heat.
But soon enough, that satisfying contentment is shattered by one dreaded sentence; someone you like quite well may utter it, or perhaps a stranger wandering close enough to be heard: “You can feel that nip in the air.”
There it is, in its naked starkness like a sumptuous August tree in January. We all know it but are too prudent to speak the obvious: the heat wave has ended.
Yes, August is passing us by and we are heading into fall. And then the second nail in summer’s coffin: One leaf floats down, drifting from side to side, landing right there.
Today is hot, August still full of promise. I enjoy the luxury of my favourite month in delicious solitude, only every so often allowing in close family and trusted friends.
They know full well there is to be no unmentionable utterances as we bask in the blissful afternoon sun.
Not one drinking establishment an easy walk from City Hall. There used to be a lounge across the street. And a pub kitty corner in the City Square Mall.
Are those people running things actually sober?
There is a marijuana store.
Love this rainy day view.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Some of the ladies like the casual look but how can you resist a man in a suit?
And there is nothing better than the tux. A man who can wear a tux like he’s in pyjamas; a lucky guy. Is it the underlying allure of pyjamas?
That’s the thing about a suit – all done up.
News anchors… Sitting behind that desk, reading news to me, as impervious as it gets; armour, a barrier, no opening.
Who said ladies don’t like a challenge?
I would like her job.
There is something about a man straightening his tie that gets to the heart of me.
One of my fellow bloggers grabbed my attention immediately when he liked my site with this view:
Sadly, Roger Moore is gone. I liked him as James Bond but he wasn’t one of my favourites. Ultimately it’s how they wear the tux. The original – Sean Connery:
Not bad –
Honourable mention to Daniel Craig.
My favourite 007 is Pierce Brosnan. And now we get to the crux of it.