The day began with an uplifting beat. Derand Motorsports advised they will replace my new (defective) electric tricycle with an entirely new trike. I have yet to discover the proof of the pudding but I am hopeful that they are men of their word. The prospect of having to endure repair was diminishing.
As much by accident shortly after my breakfast, we ventured together once again this morning to the Advance Polling station in Carleton Place where yesterday I had abandoned my civic duty in the face of inordinately long line-ups. Reportedly the attendance yesterday was universally high across Canada (and the majority of voters of every historic party affiliation were behind Carney because he can deal with Trump).
And – not unlike the electric experience with Derand Motorsports – a favourable result at the polling booth followed. The voting station staff were helpful. I was able to park in a handicap spot immediately in front of the entrance; there was an elevator to the second floor of the arena where the voting was taking place; I had a chair to sit upon while waiting briefly for the Deputy Polling Agent to examine my identification; the voting booth was immediately at hand; I voted for Carney, deposited my ballot then left the arena with the satisfaction of having fulfilled my civic duty.
After a routine (but extremely pleasant) drive to and from Stittsville, I read with delight an email from a gentleman whom I encountered by accident yesterday. His daughter is a professional singer. And she lives in Almonte. Her stage name is Rebecca Noelle. She, not unlike other Canadian professional musicians and singers, has performed in the theatre of the Old Town Hall where reportedly the acoustics are exceptional.
Like her father (who sent me the on-line link to his daughter) I have fallen for the daughter’s performance of Requiem (see below). As I said to her father, her voice reminded me of the strong featured ballads aligned with the James Bond movies. This particular rendition is rich in all the musical ingredients I have always admired in singers and musicians including the physical alliance and persuasion, elements which I consider key features of involvement.
Getting my head around these matters – tricycle, voting and introduction – has naturally afforded me today an inexpressibly pleasing result. Regularly I remind myself of the fortuity or serendipity of my existence. Today was one of those days with a green light all the way. Commensurately – and with equal reward and just as pertinent – we now head into more assured evidence of springtime. The swollen water along the shoreline of the river, the faintest hints of budding leaves on the trees, air warm enough to permit the use of a screen door to the balcony, wearing lighter clothing and of course the longer daylight hours. The cultivated fields have yet to produce signs of growth but they soon will. And the bond market will provide its own demonstration of activity in time.