12 min read
03 Aug

I am back at it after a good bit of harvesting  as I harvested a great good crop of five fields yesterday.


I won't do that today but all I need to do for the next six days is harvest 24 rows a day and I'll be happily back on track with a 20 field week.


But where was I with the special playoff game between the Habs and Penguins?


I left when it was tied at two in the 3rd and the Habs had just played themselves into a five on three.


For the Penguins, who'd scored half their goals on the power play.


Surely the Penguins would score yes?


Obviously I have to wait for the game to play out and I wouldn't spoil myself since I had vred the game from the beginning because to do that would defeat the purpose of pvring it eh?


Fine, I spoiled myself, but I won't say if I'm glad that I did because I'm watching the game from the point that I left it as there was...


Wow, I lost my train of thought.


Okay, the Habs survived the five on three and they are on the power play now, or what last night, but as fans of the Canadiens, for those of us who are, we can't be happy with the second pperiod which saw the Penguins tie it up and look poised to make it a bad night for Nos Glorieux which thr fans of all teams but the Habs were sure to think was just a leadup to them coming all the way back because one of the teams would have made the playoffs in a normal season and the other would be finishing a liittle high for a great draft pick.


Of course, a great draft pick does not a great hockey player.

Sometimes those great picks turn into lemons. Or just don't work out for the drafting team. Or are traded early.


So the Habs have no business being in this game against the Penguins who have the corte of what was their back to back Stanley Cup winning squads that won in 2016 and 2017.


Especially when Sidney Crosby has had his share of success against the Habs.


And no, saying but 2010 isn't an argument.


Here is where I must raise my hand as being guilty of such a thought.


Whatever happens, one thing will remain the truth, the Montreal Canadiens have won 24 Stanley Cups, the most in the history of the NHL no matter what argument the haters have to say about this fact, the Original Six, had the rights to the great Quebecois players, jealousy.


Yeah, keep on flapping your gums haters.


The Canadiens have 24. the Leafs have 13, the Red Wings have 11 and both the Bruins and BlackHawks have 6 each,


And seeing as it took the Habs 78 years to amass those Stanley Cups, in the whine whine decades, I could well die decades from now with the Habs still with the most Stanley Cups won.


Especially after the Habs win another two or three before he Leafs.


And maybe the Red Wings.


Don't listen to the haters who say that the Habs will never win another Cup and the Leafs are going to 10 of the next thirty to sit one behind the Habs  bewfore they go back to back in '51 and '52.


Right Leaf fans?


Though I must admit to imagining years of glory for the Habs.


Obviously not for this year because the Habs have no business playing in August right?


The fact that they made it to overtime in the first game against the much vaunted Penguins is a fluke yes?


The game will, or did end in the first five minutes of overtime with Crosby, Malkin or Sheary scoring the winner after a stupid Habs' mistake.


I should return to the kindness story which was flowing well through all four quarters.


Though admittedly the 4th gained the least progress, but only because I was trying the 10 minutes only.


It's not supposed to be a long story, but if it became that, it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.


Hello Rihana. You're here right? Even if you were disappointed that it wasn't there on Friday, it had only been a day.


Oh bother.


An overtime penalty. How many penalties are you going to take each game Montreal?


Luckily, the penguins came up empty.


No joy on a penalty shot for either team?


Well, a draw will do.


Okay, now I'm rather tired and I don't know if I'm going to push on for the kindness story or just call it an end once the game is resolved.


Whoever resolves it.


Or did resolve it because game ended yes?


The Habs won?


But they had no business playing in this year's playoffs, such as they are and the Habs were on the edge of being blowed out of the water in the second after taking a 2-0 lead before giving up two and  being ready to give up one or two goals with a five on three with Sidney Crosby and Evegeni Malkin in the power play mix.


Only that didn't happen and neither team scored on their penalty shot and in the end, the hero was a defenceman who has the same sounding name as myself.


I just happen to spell mine differently than his.


I let go of my wish to give him the money and bowed to him, certain sure that he would take that as my acceptance of his wish to not accept any money, which was something that I could not understand. Who wouldn;t take money?


Someone with too much pride I guess, realizing that there any number of goodly people who would reject the money and still find their way to success.


Thank you for the gift of the feather which hums with wonder that I am sure I don't deserve.” I said, knowing that this was very much true, no matter what the feather would do for me. And still he said nothing though i wasn't too disappointed with him as I had done nothing special for him.


So long as you thought that the kind4ess of giving a bag and a sandwich was nothing.


It wasn't of course, but had I really something great this day?


No, I hadn't.


I didn't deserve this  feather.


I shouldn't be surprised that the morning has not unfolded as I was wanting it to unfold when I was thinking about it yestertday.


Not when I went to sleep as late as I did then went back to after waking up early, though I probably would have knocked out if I hadn't.


And I still have a thing to do that I should give hours of writing time to.


Ugh.


But I'll still harvest the 25 rows that I am insistent on harvesting today so that the rest of the writing week can be easy and still allow me to harvest the 20 fields.


I've done the math.


Yes, more than once.


And it has a special resonance as it's 2,493.5 words a day that I have to write on each of the 6 remaining days of this writing week.


24 is of course the number of Stanley Cups the Montreal Canadiens have won in their history, which haunts the haterz no end and 1993 was the year that they won that latest in a long line of Cups, that they amassed over a period of nine straight decades.


That length of time is of course more palatable to those same haterz.


And the five?


Well, half the Stanley Cup playoffs were played in May, including half of their overtime glory, which in this historic year was ten overall. Hence the five.


All this to say that I made it be 2493.5 words a day that I had to write in the remaining 6 days of the writing week to get back on the winning track of 20 fields harvested is nice.


Now if I could just get back to the story inspired by kindness and perhaps a little strutting of the writer, though that would only be a subconscious strut in this case.


Yet, I still had it in my possession as he clearly thought otherwise and that was all that I needed to think about that. Even if it wasn't going to be the end of it in my own mind.


And wanting to not not worry about losing I very carefully put in the pocket of my sling bag where I put the most important things that I was carrying that day.


He smiled and indicated, in a as polite a way as he could that our encounter was over and that I could go on my way.


I nodded back to to him and left. Though I think I could have easily spent another hour or two in his presence because it wasn't just the specialness of the feather that had warmed me, but it was the calming nature of being in his bubble.


And yes, that was a strange thing to say of a man in his situation but there it was.


I would have ran all the way back home if I could have, but I would have had to be many years younger than I was and dressed for such  a thing as a long run. And I was neither.


So though I quickened my pace, I still wasn't making the kind of time I once might have made had I race walked the rest of the way home so that I could my humdrum supper before I used the feather in the way that he had suggested and saw what was to be seen by doing that thing that I loved to do.


But eventually, I was home and I set the bag down and one of my shoulders was happy because though the bag was perfect for the use I put it to, it wasn't designed for my older left shoulder as that was the only shoulder it felt natural to wear it on.


And after a brief sitting down, I'd be ready to have the boring supper before the exciting drawing that I was going to pretend to do 


Oh what fun that  it would be I thought with a smile and the wonder in my heart because I was sure that something good was going to happen.


Yep, the story going to run past today, the second full day of its writing.


Sorry Rihana? You're going to have to visit my site for multiple days now.


Thank you for inspiring this story because I like where I've sent it.


Desky!


Don't be a pain just as I'm about to start writing and throw me your favourite answer for times like that which is not responding.


Ugh.


Oh noes, I got get to it as I have two stories to put some time in on.


I never wanted any supper to be over more quickly than I wanted this one to be  because I was imagining the most wonderful of things that could happen as I still felt the the warmth of good magic from the feather and that could only mean good things right?


Or what I thought of how magic would feel like, which I hadn't honestly given thought to in...


Ever. 


I draw some strange things, but I've never given many of those things any deeper thoughts as my drawings are often snapshots of a moment and I don't worry about drawing the same character again.


I wouldn't say that it's boring, just that it's not my thing.


But eventually, I did get get through the pasta with store bought sauce and couple of slices of good bread followed by some grapes because I'd only bought enough for three days as long as I didn't eat too many of them at any one sitting, cake and a scoop of ice cream.


So it wasn't all boring, because cake is never boring, it's just that I was so excited about what was to come.


Or was that hopeful because I'd given away a very good, if small supper of a sandwich and some tasty soft drink.


Listen to me whine, gifted what felt like some special and all it cost me was a sandwich and a drink?


That was a deal for me.


I'm going to harvest three whole fields today?


This wasn't on the schedule for today because I was aiming to devot as many as seven hours to something else.


Obviously, that didn't work out and I turned my attention to the writing earlier and I begin the 4th with a need for fewer than 8 rows to complete the 3 field harvest, which makes it that more likely that I will be back on track for the 20 fields this writing week which I need to do becaause I haven't secured the second straight millionized year yet.


Though at the start of this month I only need to average less than 83 fields a month which is manageable until December with the Christmas effect.


Not that that will apply this year thanks to the virus COVID but I' won't want to leave anything to chance  and am looking at making October the second 100 field month of the year which will make December an easy month.


Of course, that's the future, right now, I'm letting time pass as I have stalled with the completion of a single page of practice writing and need to get at the two stories that I will be attacking tonight, one for the previously mentioned 66 days.


Yes, I am proud of this accomplishment since it's been forever since I had such a doing for a story.


Today's Fish is just practice and isn't the same thing.


Well, it's not just practice thanks to the stories that I've been including on a daily basis since May.


But none of the story writing is going to happen before supper.


The heavy rains earlier did nothing to encourage m,e to go out but it was the lack of much writing at the end of fourth hour of the 4th that sealed the deal as I haven't written any of the kindness story or Mortuvhen since the last one.


I will not let that stand.


So this is where I turn to the kindness story first. 


But first, before I tested out my faith in the possibility of the extraordinary, I had to do the dishes because if the extraordinary was going to unfold, I wanted to leave the ordinary behind with a clear conscience.


And for me that meant having the dishes be washed at least.


They could air dry since I was so excited to use the feather.


Finally, with everything set right, I was ready to do something that needed the magic I was hoping to experience tonight.


I grabbed one of  my larger sketchbooks and dropped it on the desk in front of the computer as I had given up on watching television on a tv set because that was too 20th Century for my liking as I was trying to live as much as I could in the 21st because I could. 


At least in part.


Though in a near fullness, I drew with something on, either  a movie, show or a video on the interwebz because I liked the energy that this provided for me.


I wouldn't draw the same without it.


I reserve the right to take Saturday and Sunday off from reviewing works from people's sites and blogs.


Especially since...


Well you know.

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