Defined as: a part of the ocean near the equator abounding in calms, squalls, and light shifting winds; a state or period of inactivity, stagnation… yup, I’m stagnating. The longest day of the year has passed. I am be-calmed, in the sense that I’m not doing much but cleaning the house and baking before our guests arrive from Sweden tomorrow. Family BBQ today, too. I haven’t even been spending that much time on the Internet.

It’s been an odd week for me. The fifteen anniversary of my Mom’s passing is coming up next week, and I’ve been mooning about. The last time I spoke with her, it was about the funeral of my girlfriend, whose birthday would have been yesterday. So an accumulation of sad thoughts is weighing me down, despite the nice weather. It happens every year: like a fever, it passes slowly. I’ve found that time doesn’t heal as much as temporarily blunt the after-effects of grief.

Stormy weather, Calgary, June 2012

Stormy weather, Calgary, June 2012

The storms whip up in no time, as you can see from these photos I took last year from the kitchen window of my Cousin’s house high up on Signal Hill. It was an amazing sight to watch -0 dark, roiling cauldrons of clouds turned the sky black in five minutes, the rain pounded down like bullets, then, the skies cleared. It was breathtaking.

After the storm

After the storm

Life does go on….Hub, my brothers, my granddaughter and I will be travelling to Calgary to celebrate my Aunty’s 85th birthday. Can’t cash in the plane tickets, no matter how much sludge is swirling around downtown. Last year this time, I was there, working on a consulting project. I know it sounds selfish, but boy, I’m glad I missed all of the rain and flooding. Our folks out there are high and dry, with lots of water and stocked cupboards, but it is hard to watch homes and office buildings submerged. We were also going to drive out to Canmore to place my Dad’s ashes in the Bow River, but the Trans Canada has been washed out so I’m not sure what we’re going to do. It was to be a sort of family pilgrimage. We’ll think of something.

In the meantime, there are others much worse off than we are, not just in Canada, where we have health care and insurance and resources and peace, but around the world. When you glance up at the clouds scudding across the sky today, think of them and send up a good word.