Two Days After
Odd, to wake up in the morning wihtout a pending election to think about!
Odd, in fact, to wake up this particular morning because my alarm was set for 4:30 AM...I was picked up at 5 in order to head to the airport. Now I am in Salt Lake City, sititng in the Delta Crown Room while I kill a few hours between planes.
A snapshot from my cell phone shows a glimpse of mountains with snow.
Calgary is the every-four-year conference called KALEIDOSCOPE. I was at it once a long time ago..it must have been 1992, because I remember my mom was still alive, and that was the year she died. And the reason I remember that was because my mother had always yearned to visit Banff and Lake Louise...I think she had been there as a very young woman. So when I found myself there (having rented a car and headed west after the conference in Calgary) I used a tape recorder and talked into it, describing for her what I was seeing (she was blind in the last months of her life)
Curious how one memory leads to another, to another, to another. of course that kind of free association is what keeps psychoatrists on