My Aqueous Domain – Life in One Fishbowl

Literary / Arts

My Aqueous Domain – Life in One Fishbowl

David Jure, Victoria

Volume 30  Issue 1, 2 & 3 | Posted: April 5, 2016

     I stay ahead of the game, rain or shine, by getting up at five, planning out my day on paper, and hitting the Oak Bay Starbucks at six. 
     Characters abound – coffee, good music, some of these people I have known many years, somewhat oblivious to my frantic search for a place to dwell and lay my oversized head. (if the Atlantic is frantic I’d rather Dinah Shore) 
     It’s been a year of massive ups and downs – burying lovers, relatives and friends, notably last July the awesome and beautiful Corinne Elizabeth Cox, lover and supporter and soul mate, who passed away in tragic circumstances, unable to find housing for herself and her pets after her elderly mother Catherine went into hospital. 

     I stay ahead of the game, rain or shine, by getting up at five, planning out my day on paper, and hitting the Oak Bay Starbucks at six. 
     Characters abound – coffee, good music, some of these people I have known many years, somewhat oblivious to my frantic search for a place to dwell and lay my oversized head. (if the Atlantic is frantic I’d rather Dinah Shore) 
     It’s been a year of massive ups and downs – burying lovers, relatives and friends, notably last July the awesome and beautiful Corinne Elizabeth Cox, lover and supporter and soul mate, who passed away in tragic circumstances, unable to find housing for herself and her pets after her elderly mother Catherine went into hospital. 
     Corinne had a wicked mordant, raunchy Catholic sense of humour though she visibly blanched when I threatened to put scarves and trenchcoats on her statues in the backyard. I loved Corinne with all my art and stroll and will go to great leagues in the years to come to preserve her memory. 
     She endeared herself to me when she told me how in an Edmonton bar, she poured a flagon of beer over Wayne (the Great One’s) head when he and a fellow Edmonton Oiler wouldn’t take no for an answer.  
     Corinne was a Catholic, an innovative psychiatric social workers with a compulsive passion for Clark Gable, Tom Jones and Johnny Cash. She perpetually agonized over a life of tragedy and went to bat for the underdog and died before I could see her again with little fanfare. 
     The system failed her big time, so I renew my efforts to hustle, eke, plot scheme and prey to the Good Lord above that the many homeless downtown in my aqueous domain will find adequate shelter out of the rain and cold in the months to come.
     Salut David Jure.

   

David Jure, Victoria