On Roosters & Art Galleries

I am in a fog of sleep & location confusion, when I hear a distinct "Cockadoodledoo.....gasp, rasp, Cockadoodledoo."  I can't determine if I am lost in a dream state, back in time, at my childhood farm, or if I am in fact waking in my hotel room to the annoying sound of a rooster crowing!  I continue to listen..."Cockadoo...rasp...hack...dledoo."  It is, indeed, a rooster, although, I am skeptical of his vocal health.  Now, I am awake, frustrated, worried about this rooster that is misplaced & vocally challenged, and somewhat interested in why a rooster has emerged within the city of Calgary...I do what any half-awake wife of somewhat sound mind would do - I wake Darrell up and ask if he, too, can hear the rooster.  Less grumpy than I expect him to be, he listens, agrees that it is, for sure, a rooster & proceeds to tell me to shut the window & go back to sleep.  Instead, I get up, draw back the curtains & see if I can spot this misguided rooster.  I am certain I will see a semi parked near by with a load of chickens (& said rooster) or a farm within the outskirts of town that is home to such foul...nothing...nothing that explains a rooster in the city.   I shut the window & return to bed.  And, later, as I progress into my day, encountering conversations & varied speculations on my rooster friend, none can fully explain the phantom foul or his plausible whereabouts.  I am left pondering, but with Darrell as my witness, certain of my mental health.

After having a great little breakfast at the Belmont Diner in Marda Loop, we headed out to drop Darrell off at work.  I then did one of my less favourite things.  I took the rental vehicle, armed with Google Maps & headed off to the Chinook Centre.  I feel a very false sense of security using GPS and do not enjoy, one bit, the blind trust given to a girl in the sky telling me where to turn.  But, with all my reservations aside, I made it to the mall & back - regardless of the fact that I have no idea how.

The mid-course encounter of the day was also the highlight of the day.  We made it to the Art Museum of Calgary where our son Lew's documentary has been showing for the summer.  I enjoyed looking at all of the work exhibited by the other artists in his group as well.  There is just something so expansively exciting about seeing these young artists with their whole careers ahead of them & wondering to where that will take them...so much undiscovered talent! We are certainly proud of our son & know he can succeed with his passion for film.

The finale to this big day was a Harvest Supper shared with friends who prepped the meal, almost in its entirety, from their own garden.  What a bounty of deliciousness!! Good food shared with good friends is always a most agreeable combination. It is, in fact, one of my favourite & most valued simple pleasures.

And now before the cock crows 3 times *note:  Biblical reference (which, by the way, is before 6 a.m.) I better get a little shut-eye!!