Ever have a delayed connecting flight incite a frantic terminal change marathon, climaxing with a sick, helpless feeling before you burst out laughing as you’re paged a “final” time and customs is still scrutinizing the red flagger ahead? If you've been there, we already have something in common! Hey, if these trends continue…
Fortunately for my sanity, most days are nothing like that. During an afternoon walk, I’m more likely to meet a John Deere than a car and unless a fire is burning, nights are lit only by the stars and moon. Guess what? I like it that way. Occasional travel is integral to what I do and while I truly love the open road, it usually reminds me why my heart is buried in red soil.
One of the best things about the Island is that it’s home for my family. To make keeping in touch easy, I reside at an address that passes the old homestead en route to town. My siblings and I often meet there around suppertime, as there are always too many mashed potatoes and it gives me a chance to pick my brother’s brain for home renovation tips (he’s a carpenter). I don’t think Mom is wise to my motives, so shhh!
Alone at my piano or relaxing with friends, quiet evenings in are heavenly. My buddies know if I ever say “bender” that it’s a safe wager my car’s fender underwent a bad makeover and my new best friend is an insurance agent. Going out is all about making my ears happy.
Nothing soothes my soul like live music or a good album – oh, I have my favourites, yet I spend more time exploring unfamiliar sounds. Lately, I’m having a serendipitous fling with the Great American Songbook, though my true love will always be of the Americana flavour.
Listening to good tunes is trumped only by playing them for hundreds of screaming fans, or a handful of composed seniors, all while blinded with sweat and surrounded by chums! Sharing stages with our region’s finest professional artists is just as fulfilling as my years spent volunteering in a children’s choir. Boy did I get a kick out of their untainted honesty and yes, sometimes teaching wee ones is reciprocal. Whether aged nine or ninety, touching people through music is about as good as it gets and I’ll leave this world smiling if I still got it when my mailing address is in care of the local nursing home.
Time has taught me one of life’s secrets: there is little real value in doing something that lights the eyes of only your banker and dentist. I strongly believe if you identify who you truly are and respect that with hard work, patience and devotion, the rest will fall into place. This line of thinking is proving to be worth its weight in gold; figuratively speaking, unfortunately… I mean have you seen what gold is going for these days?
Well, having read this far, you clearly have too much time on your hands. So how do you think we’d get along? You don’t have to play a note of music, but if your life lacks a soundtrack, we may not be compatible. On the other hand, if you want a guy who will occasionally serenade you on the piano, let's talk! Send me an email and remember it's wise to include a photo to confirm we’re not related (tugs on collar)… it is PEI after all.
Hot air balloon ride… but first something down to earth to determine whether or not we’d enjoy being stuck together way up there in a tiny basket. You can’t go wrong with the park, but should Mother Nature intervene, I know where there’s a neat, little indie coffeehouse.