Words of wisdom, or weekend of wonder. You decide.

Now where's that Mrs. Dalloway got to?

"Mrs. Dalloway walked out of her house on Friday morning and thought, "I'll buy some flowers", but was distracted by the chill cold of the day. Instead of buying flowers, what's the point, they would only freeze in this weather, she went to work. Mrs. D does have to work to pay for her house you know. This is a modern day Mrs. D where she has to pull her weight, not that it's considerable or anything like that. So Mrs. D was at work and work went pear-shaped and Mrs. D was plunged into depression because suddenly the weekend was spoken for".

On Saturday, Mrs. Dalloway walked out of the house and went straight to work where she supped on oatmeal-cranberry cookies because she couldn't find oatmeal-raisin. And it was relentless work, and she plunged from depression into despair. Poor Mrs. Dalloway. Then Sunday came and it was a little bit more work before Mrs. Dalloway gave in and went to dinner with KS.

Then KS said some thing that caught Mrs. D's attention. And I'll spare you Mrs. D's verbosity and parse it because, well because Mrs. D has to get on her high horse again and head to the plains.

"Things that happen to Mrs. D can be  up, or down, but it's all transient and you look at the thing, give it its due weight, rejoice or grieve as need be, then you let it go and wait for the next thing to show up. And repeat."

"The sound of silence can be terrifying - much as the dreaded man with no eyes - and the terror makes you run towards the maw of madness"

"People laugh at people who make lists, but why worry about what listless people think? Lists get things done. Lists are one thing - counting and scoring events are another - you shouldn't do the latter (see point 1)"

Then there was a dance party at 560 which was loud and had an insistent beat what turned the mind inside out and made you stop thinking - exactly what was needed (see point 2 and 3). Always fight the sound of silence with loud house music. It helps with writing applications too.

The next day (that'd be the Monday for those keeping track), the sound of silence was interrupted by a tapping which Mrs. D thought was due to the seagulls throwing their weight around the roof. But, lo it was the maw of madness spitting Mrs. D out and clamping its mouth shut tightly, and Mrs. D went to work (again), and then went to buy some shoes...and then the rest of the day suddenly sped up, as if to make up for the rest of the weekend, and she walked two dogs who became very wet in the rain, then went to Burnaby lake, and then dinner with RP, then with the Doge and Doggess who invited Mrs. D to ride in their chariot, and go see La Grande Bellezza, which is billed as a comedy - but don't believe that for one moment because it was really more about lives lived, regretted and regained (maybe). All in all, it also encapsulated what KS said in the first place (see point 1). It was was lovely way to end the weekend, or to start the week - all the same really because the beginning and end of a circle are the same. The silence was well-routed in a flurry of activity. La Grande Bellezza was the exclamation point to the weekend because the other thing that transpired was that something was said to KS about only having a weekend (albeit a long weekend) to decide on, go through and get over a mid-life crisis.

Or something like that.

What do you have in store for me now? This question to the three crones who are weaving the tapestry of my life. I suppose it doesn't really matter whether there's a knot or a cut string coming next. All that happens is transient, and we don't have the wherewith all to see the long-term, overall pattern of events. That could be good. That is good actually.

So take home messages for the day:

Don't listen to the sound of silence.
Look, give events their due weight and let them float away.
Look into the maw of madness, but walk away.
And you only have a weekend for a mid-life crisis; it's just not fair on the people around you.