That said, as I left my splendid new home this morning (with my splendid, privileged dog) and took in the sights of the photogenic (and very privileged) corner of the world in which I live, all the while anticipating a 10:00 meeting with a banker, during which absurd sums of money would be discussed ... I experienced a not unusual feeling that all the unearned advantages I've enjoyed in my life really demand some kind of payback. An equalizing gesture toward the majority of the world's people and the hardships they endure.
Of course, my diabetes hardly shrinks the gap between the rest of my cushy reality and the reality of someone sleeping in a refugee camp, or on a bench in Pigeon Park for that matter. It does nothing at all to help anyone else (though I suppose it helps stuff the pockets of Big Pharma), and — who knows? — maybe I'd be a more useful citizen of the world if I didn't have diabetes.
My gratitude, in other words, is misplaced and kind of pointless ... but there it is. I sometimes feel relieved that, on top of all the other good stuff, I'm not completely healthy to boot.
OK, 'nuff filosophizing.
Here's a float plane in the clouds.
Ready for take-off
The fog breaks
Searching for a Car2Go
No luck finding a car (all reserved) ... or maybe it was good luck. We had an invigorating walk home over the Burrard Bridge on a day bursting with Vitamin D. I stewed pointlessly about the logistical complexities of transferring all our banking to Vancity (credit union). Paul assured me everything would be fine.
Happy weekend, everyone!