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Playing forwards…

March 25, 2010

Frida also paints things she sees through a microscope…

She loves looking at things very closely…

— in Frida by Jonah Winter

You know it’s time to change tracks when you hear this from the back seat of the car,

Mama, what is that song about???

and the answer to the question is,

It’s about being nice to a dog…

When I resigned from my school district at high noon on the Friday before Labour Day,

I had no idea what my next move was going to be,

I just knew that I had to make this one,

NOW…

And my decision couldn’t have been better,

for the young new teacher,

who wanted to stay in the same school,

and solidify her contract situation…

As I moved my boxes out of the classroom,

that had been my home for a decade,

and more,

she moved in hers…

My principal drafted my resignation letter for me,

with no reservations,

and a lot of respect…

And I got in my car,

and drove,

to a three hour marathon,

of cranial sacral therapy…

After that I went home to bed,

for a year and a half,

getting up just enough,

so as not to be committed…

I had reoccurring dreams about my Volvo station wagon…

Sometimes it was up on blocks,

in front of my house,

burned out and stripped bare…

Sometimes it was rolling down,

a steep embankment,

into a raging river…

Sometimes it was missing completely,

and I’d be searching in a panic,

wondering how I was going to get back to work…

The worst dream was a freaking nightmare,

where the floor of the car,

was shot through,

by the body of a man who had flown off of his motorcycle,

while speeding through the parkade of the Hudson’s Bay,

and the leather seats were covered in blood,

from the both of us…

A pair of  V.P.D. officers were standing beside me,

inspecting the damage,

and taking notes…

One said to me,

shaking his head,

ICBC isn’t even going to look at this claim until you clean things up in here…

I’m sure that Jungian psycho-analysts would have a field day with this information,

but the fact of the matter is that these are my dreams,

and I get to make what I want out of them…

It took some time before I got the scientific data to back up my dreams…

My hemoglobin was on empty…

I had no iron in my engine…

My thyroid was burned out…

My liver were clogged…

My adrenals were overheating,

and my brake fluid was leaking all over the road…

But my timing belt was in perfect condition…

I just needed to trust my own mechanic to get my car back on the road…

Last night was a fabulous game for Vancouver Canucks goalie Andrew Raycroft…

I marveled at his stats when I got back from bata de cola,

where teacher introduced us,

to the final section,

of our group choreography…

The whole piece is fantastic,

and inspires mastery…

Note to Lou:

Contrary to what sporting commentators have to say,

you are definitely not suffering from an Olympic hangover,

and the crash of an emotional high…

That theory is riddled with more holes than Swiss cheese…

You’re just doing for Raycroft what Brodeur did for you…

And more importantly,

your team,

which includes me,

is behind you 110%…

Just ask Ryan Johnson…

He knows…

I picked him up on my smart cookie detector,

and the reading was exponential…

Now I’m back in the ring to take another swing…

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