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Category: Critters + Creatures, Hugh
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March 2, 2005
Some shots I found in my collection, from our house in Scranton. What a personality.
Archive for August 19th, 2006
19
Aug
2006
Dear David: Month Eight
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Category: House of Fielding, Hugh, Letters to David, Loss, Videoclips
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Table of contents for Letters to David
- Dear David: Christmas Day
- Dear David: Your Memorial
- Dear David: Mister Hugh
- Dear David: Thanks for Helma
- Dear David: The Magnolia Tree
- Dear David: Month One
- Dear David: The Basement
- Dear David: When?
- Dear David: Month Two
- Dear David: Mister Hugh in the City
- Dear David: Month Three
- Dear David: Month Four
- Dear David: Month Five
- Dear David: Month Six
- Dear David: Month Seven
- Dear David: A Poem
- Dear David: Month Eight
- Dear David: Month Nine
- Dear David: Month 10
- Dear David: Month 11
- Dear David: Month 12
Dear David,
In Month Eight I went to the place where I scattered your ashes. I arrived late in the afternoon on a weekday so I could be alone. I needed to sit and listen: to the hum of the insects, to the faint rustling of trees, the echo of nearly 50 years of antique airplanes rumbling along the grassy knoll. Somewhere amidst the echoes was the sound of your voice, probably telling a story to a Civil Air Patrol cadet or passing along a nugget of aviation history. As I sat on the old wooden planks propped by concrete blocks that serve as benches for the airshows, I imagined the Aerodrome coming to life in sepia with scratchy tunes from an old Victrola. It is only through my imagination that I can see you here, but I know it’s where I can find you.
After Hugh died, I wanted to give up and leave Toronto. Losing Mister Hugh so soon after losing you was like a swift kick in the solar plexus when I was already down on the mat. Until now, I haven’t picked up his ashes from the vet clinic because I’m not ready yet. I was the one who found him, and that image is burned deep into my consciousness. I tried my best to take care of him, but his body gave out. This feeling of helplessness is crippling and all too familiar; I’d already gone through it with you. I did everything I could, but it wasn’t enough.
I had to remind myself why I chose to live here, I drove south. I saw Helma, I saw the plane, I even saw the space shuttle. I tried to feel better, because I couldn’t feel any worse. I searched for a salve for my pain, and I knew where I could find it and that’s where I went.
I will return to you, and Rhinebeck, next month with Hugh. I want to make sure you’re together, as you always were, and be with you both for a while.
Love always,
The Remaining Member of the House of Fielding
The House of Fielding in Scranton, April 2005.
19
Aug
2006
Sated by Sushi
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Category: Food + Drink, Out + About, cameraphone
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Gigi’s Papa arrived home and we hit the nearest sushi bar like a couple of sailors on shore leave. Spinach with sesame seeds and bonito flakes, barbecued squid in ginger, mussels with Japanese mayonnaise, sashimi (mackerel, his favourite), rolls — and by then I’d lost track — washed down with a big ole can of Sapporo. (I’ve always loved the design of the cans, too.)
Oh man, it was a feast! Not as good as Guu in Vancouver, but it’ll do!
19
Aug
2006
401 Richmond
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Category: Art, Toronto, cameraphone
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I was dropping off cards at 401 Richmond today and decided to spend a bit more time there, perusing the gallery exhibits as part of the Toronto International AIDS Conference. Today was the final day of the conference, so this was my last chance.
My favourite exhibit was in the Red Head Gallery:
Beyond HIV: An Exhibition of Art
The Hospice Toronto Expressive Arts exhibition features artwork by Casey House group participants and represents an exploration of their personal
journeys through a more embodied experience of life as they worked with images and metaphors of the imagination, made tangible through engagement in the arts. This fostered an awareness of self, encouraged emotional growth and enhanced and enlivened relationships with others and connection to the world around us.
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