Saturday: What is that? Just another day of the week without purpose? Seven days from now I will be floating around Edmonton wondering what to do with myself. Fourteen days from now Derek and Shannon will be married. Twenty-one days from now Karin and I will be enjoying our first weekend together in the city. For some reason I am marking my life by Saturdays. I am defining my very existence my moments of time frozen into Saturday afternoons. Is that sad, or is that a point of realization. Life is lived for moments, and when those moments occur at regular intervals it is a strange and unnerving feeling. Karin and I played Scrabble again last night: I reluctantly confess that she won - though only by a marginal number of points. She had one really really good word right near the beginning of the game: a 51 point word, and so I spent the rest of the game trying to catch up without a balanced number of vowels. I either had too few or too many. This seems to be a disturbing trend: last time we played I mopped the floor with her pathetic score, but that was (admittedly) a minor aberation in the regular pattern of game outcomes. Perhaps when she is here and we are actually playing face to face on a real board - and I can see the whites of her eyes and see all the evil thoughts - I might have a chance to redeem myself. Until then… |
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