I love watching people, you can see things by the way they walk or approach other people.  It is just endlessly interesting!  People are!   All different and all interesting in their own way.  The definition of curious is also meddlesome... errrr, and inquisitive, and prying!!!  So lets go with inquisitive!

The low slung Honda roared up to the curb and I took note of it because of the noise in the quiet Sunday afternoon.  I looked up from my raking and thought that the car, obviously in mid restoration did not suit the driver.  The man pulled himself out of the vehicle as though it did not fit.  There beside the dark purple car stood a tall, heavy built,  black man.  Well, then I did look, how did he fit in that small car?  As my interest was forming the question a red suv pulled up behind.  It is at the base of the park across from us so i thought, gee it rarely sees new visitors.  So raking was boring and i needed a break.  And I was in mid inquisitive thought (prying?) when the lady stepped out of her vehicle.  Small, very petite,  blonde , almost white hair and well dressed.  The man was well dress but casual and he was handsome,  well groomed and very sure of himself I thought.  She seemed nervous and glanced at the man but did not actually acknowledge him.  They both walked up the hill into the park not looking at each other or talking.  Hummm thought the bored prying woman,  and returned to raking. 

A while later the man and woman walked down to the curb.  Gone was the yards between them when they walked up the park.  They stood together facing each other and he raised his hand and stroked her cheek.  She leaned into the touch and seemed calmed and relaxed by it.  She welcomed the touch but you could see he wanted to step closer to her but she glanced my way and stiffened.  He moved a wisp of hair from her face and turned to place himself down into the car.   Bored,  meddlesome woman kept raking.  She watched him turn the car around and go.  I wondered what she was thinking but almost afraid to be in the open she hurried to her car and turned and followed.

So i watched a small event, a drama and the questions of circumstance and why are still with me.  Unhappy married woman reaching out for company?  Married man playing about?  Love?  Infatuation?  Daring to do what they shouldn't be???  She seemed sad.   She seemed to send out vibes of sadness.  I over saw a part of two peoples lives and wonder and hope that no one is hurting.

Waves wash over us.  We feel them, joy when you see sparkling eyes eager to greet you, sadness when coping is such a chore, eagerness at something new coming or the old revisited.  Our emotions drive us and lift us or lower us. But through it all we are still us, still wonderful unique persons that are in need,  or able to help. Strength comes and goes.  The ability to cope comes and goes.  That is human, up and downs, highs and lows and that is when friends come in.  We are here.  We want to be here to listen, to care and to help if we can.  So don't think you can only come here when you are "up" , nooooo, not a reality!  You have to trust.  Trust that the care will be there if you are in need.  That is what friends are for.

Well usually you can find spelling errors in my stuff but today I is soooooo clever, pat, pat, pat on back!!!  LOL!!  It was my son's day yesterday and today is Sunday.  Woooo, guess if you have to explain your "cleverness" it no longer counts as clever.

However...  we went to Guelph to the university there.  It is a grand cluster of stone buildings that stood in the sun with the autumn tree colours sparkling  against their soft yellow taupe.  They date from the 18 hundreds and are just marvels in them selves  Being built so long ago they are spaced out in stunning fields of trees and open spaces from when settings were valued over the cost of space. . We entered the hall up great stone steps and I sat wondering at the heavy beams and railings all in deep darkened oak.  The windows of old, old glass sat several feet in the thick old walls.  I was so taken with the thought of what it took way back then to produce such beautiful buildings.  The piper brought the crowd to their feet and the procession of those beautiful young faces, working so hard for a better future passed by.

There in the first row was my son.  Tall at well over 6 feet, dark short hair and that sparkle in those dark brown eyes.  He has his fathers eyes and my Dad's handsome features but his heart is his own, full of valour.   There is a word you do not hear often.  But that suits my son.  He is honourable, actually honour first.  Funny as little kiddies that was my eldest's sons cry!  When playing you would hear," Honour above all! " and then the flurry of childhood activity!  My son never went to his high school grad, only high school Mom you kinda have to do that, no big deal.  He never went to his Bachelor grad... Mom, it is nothing.  But he was in heavy chemo and didn't really look like himself.  He also wouldn't go to his Masters ceremony because he thought others had accomplished more than him.   Well he was still in chemo and very ill so we didn't push. 

He married a wonderful girl and by geeesss she is powerful!  She is the one that calls me Mom and I love her to bits!  She said...oh boy you are going to this grad!  And what more??? You are going to let us take your picture!  Yah Sweety, you lay down the law! LOL!!! How can you not love this Girl????

So my beautiful son accepted his Doctorate.  He was presented by his professor and the vision is still with me.  My gentle, loving, beautiful baby, the one with the sparkling brown eyes that loved to get into everything and still has those lovely dimples when he smiles is now a Doctor of Science.  The actual title is very impressive, but guess who can't remember it all?  He showed us his labs and understanding what he is doing is rather mind boggling! Boggled this mind!  LOL!!!

So to you dear Son, I wish you the love that you give, the sun to shine on your health and that you receive back a fraction of what you give, then you will be so very happy, healthy and have a beautiful life.  Love you!

There was a terrible act of violence in the night in Toronto.  A young man, minding his own business was brutally murdered.  I have left condolences on pages for the young man, I can not imagine what his family is going through.  A sadness has over come me every time this enters my mind, and it does often. 

This boy, all of 25 years was out celebrating his sisters birthday.  He was reported to be a great guy, easy going, there if you needed him , just an all around nice guy.  He was beaten by 4 young men and then purposely run over to kill him.  The police feel he had slowed the 4 by crossing the street in front of their vehicle and they felt that they should beat him down and end his life.  Brutal, less than human in their act.  Police are looking for the suv they were driving.

My son had posted on his face book page and seeing he is very vocal in pointing out what he feels I left a note there,  Condolences for the family and how could these men live with themselves knowing they had done this terrible thing.  But just now my daughter reminded me, Chris,  ... Mom you remember him?  Oh my Lord, not that this should happen to anyone but he was my son's friend and still was, they hung about together.  Chris, the gentle, curly haired,  sweet boy?  His life ended in such a cruel way, so needlessly???  My heart goes out to his family, my heart is broken.