One night they’re learning to start fires with flint, the next they’re shooting stop-motion karate sequences and Zoolander spoofs. The kids asked tonight, in passing, if my Mac could make videos, and the evening turned into an hours-long marathon date with Photo Booth. They enthusiastically uploaded their efforts to youTube, which tells the story best. This is the best one. I was behind the scenes, starting and stopping and turning the music on and off. Oh, and doing the blood. I provided NO other direction. The most demanding part of my job was to not laugh audibly, so I spent 100s of filming minutes with one hand clamped over a splitting grin, shaking with laughter. Cleverly, they made the soundtrack with one earphone of a Shuffle rested by the mike of my computer, but it meant they could hardly hear the sound. Again, boggled at the wild creativity of children, how well they cooperate and improv, and how transparently they filter their influences: hiphop videos, action movies, and Ben Stiller. Apologies to the eight people out there who haven’t seen Zoolander- the finale will completely escape you- well, so might the whole thing.
Made it home just fine on Thursday.
Marriage proposals: three. Offers of money for sex: one. A successful trip.
Big news of the journey was that the urge to write “The hitchhiking book” surged up in me again along the way, this time in a motivated, urgent, desireful way, instead of an “I need to do that someday” way. I even had to stop between rides to type for an hour, I was so filled with urgency to start.
Another sigh of grateful relief for having sold the house- I can write it now. I have the time to do it. There’s a few garden-variety resistances-fear of failure/success/putting in the work, but I know how to deal with those and still get the job done. And all I need to do for a refreshing dose of motivation is to get back on the road and hitch somewhere.
Eye is recovering nicely now. I’m not self-conscious any more with one eye swollen and weeping like I’ve been crying with half my face for a month.
I’m having fun riding the C-train around with trivial destinations and seeing what I find. I’ve spent a generous amount of time in one cozily disheveled discount movie theatre, watching $3 movies, auditing portions of flicks I didn’t pay for, and getting free popcorn refills. Although it must cost more overall to live in a major centre, it’s remarkable how cheap so many things are. I’m giddy about two purchases: Continue reading Cows and town
Today I got laser surgery on my second eye. In the intervening 12 years (since the fix was in on the first eye), the price has come down about $400 and the technology has advanced one tiny bit- they burn off a few less microns of eye material.
I am wearing an eye patch I made on the subject eye and no one looks twice since it’s Halloween, even though I’m not otherwise dressed in any way “Yarrr”.
Another strange hostel experience. I screwed up the date when I reserved my room in the Calgary hostel, and my reservation was canceled for not showing. Unfortunately, my arrival coincided wth that of a giant (noisy, obstreperous) group of basketball players on the same night. So they had nowhere to put me. They were very accommodating, and stashed me in the TV room on two couches pushed together.
Two for two nights in hostels on sofas. Wow.
Had a rather magical hitchhike into Calgary from Banff. That could easily be a one-ride trip, but this time, there were several short jaunts and I got dropped off in odd places. Rides were ultra-fast, as I’m spoiled to expect, more than once first-car-by, and I had the familiar knowing when I see a vehicle in the distance that it will be the one to pick me up.
For the first time, I was picked up by someone who had picked me up once before! I’m not counting neighbours or ski hill roads- mountain regulars are the same as neighbours. In this case, in another province, several months apart, the same woman gives me a ride. Never happened before.
I was pretty excited about this. In all my hitchhiking career, I’ve oft thought it remarkable that it didn’t happen, Continue reading HHing history is made!
In gorgeous, tourism-on-steroids Banff today to see my genius surgeon, Dr. Mark Heard, for the verdict on my progress at the three month mark, and hopefully go-ahead to do more stuff. I can’t wait to skate.
The hostel was “interesting”. First time I’ve ever paid to sleep on a sofabed. Not only was it a bit weird to have to kick people off of the sofa so that you can sleep on it, but in the morning one of my roommates was waiting for me to vacate so he could Continue reading Hostel-tality
The first snow today is dramatic and picturesque. Giant wet flakes emerging from rain and then thickening to make a lasting blanket. The ground snow was slushy in places but boldly showed footprints and demanded toques and boots.
The school playground was crowded with big dirty rolled snowballs after recess. A perfect, and decisive, first snow!
Kevin is bobbing her head to smell the air as I stir up a batch of bloody meat, liver, and kelp for her. What is that alluring aroma?
I was concerned about Kevin having enough meat on her bones to stay well as it gets colder. She had a little sneeze for a week that made me feel terrible. Seeing as our environment is only partly temperature-controlled, and she’s so skinny, I went on a campaign to fatten her up, and it’s working!
The chicken hearts were a big hit. Sometime after those, she noticeably put on some weight, and now she looks more proportional for her petite size. Continue reading Fat cat; raw cat food recipe
I’m falling into a comfortable hole of nothingness and emptiness. I’ve been increasingly folding myself into a cocoon, craving more sleep, and choosing to do less and less. I’ve been pushing all choices away from me as contemplating choice gives me heaves of anxiety, and I don’t trust myself to make them wisely, either. I’m grateful for the luxury to take this break, to ignore time for the moment. Also to recede and let myself do only what I feel capable of. I’ve been spending lots of time with the kids, on kid routine. Continue reading Nothingness and emptiness