Wednesday November 19, 2014
Bagels & Beans
A mosaic of responses to Leanne and Joshua’s mass text that reads:
We finally took the plunge 🙂
What does that mean? You’re pregnant?
🙂 🙂 🙂
Call me. Right now. I’m having a panic attack.
You guys are too much!
I LOVE YOU GUYS. SO HAPPY FOR YOU. (what are you talking about?)
Another text message from Leanne and Joshua:
We bought a trailer! On Cortez!
Why would you do that?
But Leanne just got that job in Victoria? Why aren’t you just moving to Victoria?
ARE YOU GUYS DRUNK?
That’s amazing! Coming to visit ASAP!
Thursday, October 3, 2013
from the Saint Paul University Poster in Dundonald Park
Charlie and I are planning to make the big move to the city. She already has a set of cute bowls she wants us to get. “No more second-hand items”, She told me, “unless they’re vintage”. I didn’t want to break her little heart by telling her that people in the city don’t necessarily have nicer things or more money-but she wouldn’t have wanted to listen to me anyway. Ever since I get my promotion she’s been letting her imagination run wild–thinking about how our lives would just magically improve because we’re leaving this itty-bitty town with two stop-lights and a Tim Horton’s that closes every third day for “maintenance”. She thinks the change of scenery will help everything. Help us. I was never meant for the city. God knows I’m only going for Charlie. God knows I’m a sucker for her big brown eyes and her hopeful smile that tells me she’s willing to try. I think the city turns people cold. I think it makes everyone hard and fast and uncompromising. I don’t know if Charlie’s strong enough for it yet. I’d hate to see her loser her joy–over something like finding parking on a one way street, or seeing a hundred homeless teens everyday on her way to work.
Friday February 8, 2013
Possible Side Effects
If you think about what things keep you from living, you might come up with a short list. It might be wonderfully accurate and appropriate for everyone, but chances are, it’s only a good one for you. It might have some things about “not drinking enough water” on it, or perhaps, “exercising too seldom”. It might say “horrible boss, horrible job, unhappy”. It’s not up to you to judge your own list. Everyone knows you’re already unhappy. That’s why you’re making the list in the first place. On mine, for example, there is nothing about my job. I didn’t say I love my job. I just don’t want to write it down in words because then it’s more official: not doing what I want to do. However, instead of saying “I hate my job”, I say “lacking ability to decide when it’s worth it to stop trying here.” This is terribly ambiguous. It allows it to apply to more than one thing without hating and worrying more than one has to. More than I have to. On your list, it might say “fear of going outside.” Mine says “Fear of going to sleep.” That keeps me from truly living. Truly. Living. Like the two words don’t even go together the way they should. I should also mention that dry hands may or may not be on my list. Some lists are longer than others. I tend to save the long lists for things I need to accomplish that day. This way, I can include “waking up”, “eat lunch”, “hug someone” and it doesn’t seem that hard.