Monday Morning Musings

Posted on May 22, 2017 under Monday Morning Musings with 4 comments

Driftwood. Livingstone’s Cove

First of all, I would like to thank those who came to my presentation at the library last Wednesday. We had a full house and both Don and I appreciated your presence, your questions and your comments at the conclusion.

I am pleased to report that we will be doing this again for those of you unable to attend because of other commitments. Mark this date on your calendars: Thursday , June 8th. at 7:00 p.m. at People’s Place Library. This is part of the “ Armchair Traveler’s “ series sponsored by the library. Hope you can make it.

I am noticing many small things since returning from India. When the weather finally warmed up ( for one day! ), I couldn’t help but marvel at the smell of freshly mown grass. It seems like the entire town was mowing their lawns. It’s odd that something so routine becomes special after you’ve traveled abroad. Also, the sound of birds chirping at sunrise. The fact that I can hear the birds is a treat as India tends to be noisy at just about every hour of the day!

I am just about to launch the story of my visa troubles in India but I want some feedback from you first. It is a long piece… nearly 7000 words. Most of my stories run anywhere from 750-1000 words. I am trying to decide whether to publish the story in its entirety or do it over several days. What do you think? I have given it a “ test drive” with a few people who have found it a compelling read.

We celebrated my mother’s 92nd. birthday on the weekend. It’s not often anymore that the eight siblings are together, with people living  “ from sea to shining sea.” Mom had a great time. We sat around the piano and sang many of her old favorites. I think I detected four part harmonies a few times. We’re very fortunate to have her around. When she arrived at Hillcrest Street, she walked straight to the piano and played “ When Irish Eyes are Smiling” flawlessly.

I hope that you enjoy Victoria Day. Every year at this time, I harken back to 1973 when I was living in Victoria, B.C. and dad came out for a visit. A bunch of us went to the Victoria Day Parade and afterwards ended up singing songs…. at the home of then Premier, Dave Barrett! I published this story a few years back. For those who missed it, here is the link:

Have a great day.

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4 Responses to Monday Morning Musings

  1. Brenda Rose says:

    Hi Len. I would like to weigh in on your longer piece, the one you haven’t launched yet. I personally would much prefer to see the entire story at once and should it prove to be more than I can read at one sitting I can always use Facebook’s ‘save’ option and store it until I have a larger gap in my day. When it’s chopped up into pieces it’s far too easy to miss a segment or (at my stage of life) to forget the details of what came before. Just my two cents’ worth.

  2. Greg Albert says:

    Sorry I was not able to come presentation as I am still under the weather with operation I had.I also read all three of your books and found them very interesting.A few good laughs and cannot wait for the next one about your trip to india.Take care and have a good week.

  3. Noreen Casey says:

    Good morning Leonard .I would like to read it all at once ,looking forward to it .Love the pic. Of your family altogether!

  4. carol haughney says:

    Len, I am intrigued to learn how the visa situation was handled by the authorities – I can only imagine!
    My preference for your article would be to have it in one go and not broken up. But in any case I look forward to it.

    I’m sure we will have a lot to chat about when we get together again!

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