24 May 2012

Rainy Day People

Perfect on a cool grey day, this one goes out to all of Gordon Lightfoot's "Rainy Day People," and especially to someone I once knew that turned out to embody the exact opposite of everything in this song.

15 May 2012

I'm Not Calling You a Ghost, But...

You're just the gift that keeps on giving, sweetling. Even in my dreams you come to remind me how happy you are without me. Thanks for waking me up early though, that's awesome too.

09 May 2012

Pediform Pedantry

If you make a fool of yourself but no one is around to see, does it really count? So, I'll tell you about it.

Today, I left the house without wearing socks for probably the first time since I left the neonatal unit. I bought sandals the other day, and it feels like a great adventure. They're actually quite modestly covered so you don't have to see my feet, but still provide all the fresh air and comfort that a sockless shoe promises.

As I've been lax in exercising, I also brought gym clothes with me today, fresh from the laundry. You may see where this is going.

It occurred to me just now that to don my gym shoes without any socks would be uncomfortable at best, and at worst a leading cause of plantar fasciitis. Luckily, I thought of this before I made it to the locker room only to stare in dismay at my unshod feet.

So there you have it: life is never dull if you set the bar low enough. And can laugh at yourself. Tonight will finally be nice enough out to take my new shoes for a spin around the neighbourhood.

Neighbor. Neighboor. Loud neighbors are neigh-boors. I won't Google that to find out I wasn't the first-- you shall not dull my triumph!

03 May 2012

Don't Be Scared, I've Done This Before

They're installing potted plants in the building now. About damn time. The yet-empty pots filled with freshly turned soil fill the building with the aroma of earth. Remarkably refreshing, it is. I look forward to planting time, getting my hands dirty. It's tempting to imagine that my bare skin grants something of me to the soil, to the roots. Maybe we all just want to be God.

The last month went by quickly. Didn't make the gym much lately. Was sick, and spiraled out of control a little bit. Trying to drag myself there this afternoon, through the haze of lethargy and not enough sleep. Then we'll find out if my ID card will still work to get me in there, heh.

The other morning I heard "American Woman" playing on the radio. In abstract I had always agreed with it, so it's odd to find myself in a concrete position and thinking that maybe he was being a little premature and prejudiced.