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Today...

i slept in until 15 minutes before my Father picked me up...it was 1pm. i drop him to his hockey game...

i sat alone in a coffee shop {not a cafe...at all} and looked at beautiful photos of beautiful people in beautiful settings in beautiful foreign {uk and australian} magazines. why are north american magazines so...lousy? sub-par...

i wrote a list of needs...if i am perfectly honest they are most likely wants but being a privileged canadian i can list them under the title of "needs" without batting an eye.
~lose weight~create~renovate~
etc...

i did not see one person...there were dozens around but i was dumb and deaf and oblivious to the outside world...the world outside.

i drank a venti dark and strong and black...so black it reflected my dark eyes back to me...my sole companion. my soul companion. i look better in black...

i got an affidavit signed. i placed my right hand upon the bible and swore the written to be true...my first time...these are the places my life has been leading me lately...i have to take care of things that i hoped would be resolved the gentleman's way. the gentlewoman's way.

i bought a book. a secondhand book. the people at the thrift store treat me like a friend. i go there too much. i saw someone i once knew...i walked the other way.

i pick dad up from his pro hockey game...{he's a goalie, at 63 he is paid to play the game!}. i drop him off at work. he is retired but refuses to retire...

i ate turtles and peppermint soy lattes for supper...not the way to cross weight loss off my list. many chocolate turtles...

i am now also renovating an apartment in my house. the second floor apartment has sadly become vacant...my friend and tenant died mid-month and i am battling tears as i paint the walls...i wish it was done for her but she was satisfied with the place as it was and passed on my offers of paint. i am hoping the next person to occupy the space is as good as she was...

i listen to cbc radio as i roll "minced ginger" on the accent wall of kitchen/living space...they start a program about hunting. the urban hunter~ downtown-dwelling foodies who take eating locally very seriously. i snap the dial quickly to the off position. no. not for my vegetarian ears...though if more people had to hunt for their food it would be more...honest?...i suspect there would be more vegetarians...

i pick up dad from work. he drops me here...my house. my home. where my things are. where my cat waits in the window, eyes flashing, her mouth moving with silent meows...

and now i sit here. in front of the laptop in a red union suit. with a drooke cat curled on my lap, trying to recapture the day that has passed by without my attention or care...i should have taken photos...

I would love to hear about your day...How was it? Anything catch your eye? Or did you just make it through?
xoxox

♥CrowNology

7 comments:

Kamana said...

my day has so far been spent painting (read = making a happy mess) with my children and creating stories with them (we come up with a story, they write it down and illustrate it). right now, i am waiting for lunch to cook (rice and lentils on the stove right now) and am looking forward to some me-time at the salon in the afternoon.

kerin rose said...

honey, sometimes it is better to not take photos....just live the life, instead of observing it....cameras can, at times, get in the way....

love and light to you...
oxK

lejardengirl said...

i love the way you write...thank you my dear...xo

Lizzy Derksen said...

Yesterday...
I went to school. It felt like a waste of time - nothing happens, the last few classes of the semester. I came home to an email telling me about the twenty more qualified people who also applied for the job I applied for. After that email I had no heart to write my last essay. I walked to the post office, bought some facial scrub and a cuticle trimmer, came home and watched Ondine with Tim while eating an enormous salad. This morning I don't know what to do with myself, despite the looming homework.

Victoria Bennett Beyer said...

Hi Andrea,

I just wanted to let you know that after reading this post, the wheels in my head were turning and I just sat down and wrote (with a pencil)...something I haven't done for a long time. Your comments on the 'urban hunter' and people hunting for food making it more honest made me think about when I accompanied my husband spotting for deer and he actually saw one and got it with his bow. I would never have willingly been along on a 'hunting' trip but it was quite emotional, for me, and I realized a lot about him as a hunter, and how grateful he was to the animal. It was almost a spiritual experience and it really made me think a lot more about the modern way to get your meat (from the store) and how mass farms don't give any respect to the animal. Anyway, there are plenty of good ole fashioned ranches in Wyoming, and you can't drive five feet without seeing happy cows drinking from the river or lazing in the sunshine. But I know that this way of raising animals is slowly giving way to 'more efficient ways' that are really disguisting. Anyway, sorry to get longwinded, but I sat down and wrote - really wrote - and coming from someone that used to think they would be a writer instead of a photog, well, that really felt good and I wanted to thank you for being my inspiration this morning. I hope you have a great weekend.

Nancy*McKay said...

...even i, somedays, just absorb it like a sponge...


& that's a~okay.

Tammy said...

I've eaten a lot of venison in my lifetime, lol, and please don't let that hurt your sweet little vegetarian ears. :) My 2 sisters and I were raised on deer and boar that my parents hunted...yes, my mom, too. What can I say? We were poor. :)

What did I do yesterday? Stayed indoors...30 degrees out is too cold for this Georgia girl, lol. Baked several different types of cookies to give in gift baskets. Enjoyed looking at the lights and decorations on my tree and garland...sipped coffee with Dwayne. Very nice day, and thank you for asking. I loved hearing about yours. And so sorry for the tenant and friend that passed....so sorry to hear that, dear Andrea.