Rainy Sunday Ramblings

I have so many things to say. All of which are disconnected at best. So, as I often do, I will just ramble and let my fingers paint out the tumbling thoughts that fill my monkey mind...

I think I met someone yesterday - or a few people actually - that I could be friends with. It was a lovely meeting filled with rain and festival and creative gypsy energy - oh, and Thai food. At the end of the day I got into my car and had a huge smile on my face. The kind of smile that is most familiar after meeting a cute boy who you talk to all night long easily and effortlessly. This was more exciting than boy-generated-smiles, though. This was potential-new-friends smiling.

It is rainy and grey in Moose Jaw. What that means is that I become even more homesick for the coast. Moose Jaw-vians are walking around in a huge funk, because even though they live in sub-arctic temperatures, one thing they never need to sacrifice by living here is sunlight. Yet, the sun has become grumpy and lazy. It depresses everyone. But me. Because even though I ache to be warm and wear bikinis, It seems like this rainy weather is BC's way of saying 'if you can't be with me, I'll come and be with you'. Today I have even added a comfy chair in a dark coffee shop to the rainy weather and thus transported myself back to Vancouver without ever having to catch a flight.

Me thinks I am homesick.

Rehearsal starts in two days. I look forward to having a paycheque coming in and people to relate to on a daily basis. I do feel, however, like I should weigh about 20 pounds less considering the costumes that I am being asked to wear. My intentions to eat better have eluded me for the most part and, to make myself feel better, I have taken to blaming my husband. He is king of eating out and I, having the will power of a meth addict, follow suit with happy, greasy eagerness. Ah, well, there is always tomorrow.

Another intention I still have, but haven't quite realized, is my desire to give Yoga another try. For this I have no excuses. I am tippy on the edge of a yoga cliff and have no doubt that soon I will leap. Just to see. Seems like much of my body injury issues could be resolved with something balanced and strengthening.

Weeding sucks. My thumb is blistered to an inch of its life. Dandelions are my enemy. These are the details of home owning that my innocence and ignorance kept me from thinking about before I bought this house.

Wind also sucks. There is so much wind here that for sale signs are laying defeated on their side in the grass and I keep my sunglasses on so to deflect half a beach of sand from entering my eyeballs.

What doesn't suck is being married to Leon. In case I have failed to say this in the last few blogs, the world would be a more peaceful place if everyone could find a Leon. It makes me want to have his baby. That is until I start weeding. Then I am reminded of all the responsibilities the come with adult decisions like home owning and baby having. There is no doubt that there would be plenty of dandelion-type annoyances that would come with a baby. Not a lot of sitting around in cafes on Sunday afternoon in the rain typing useless blogs. The IUD is staying in, but I am just sayin'...

As for my blog, it has brought me two different emails from strangers this week. One was from a woman who said that my blog makes me a powerful, social influence and would like me to be part of marketing campaign for a new chocolate line. She was wondering if she could send me a bunch of this chocolate in return for my promise to blog about it. Wild. I also was tracked down my a CBC reporter who is doing an expose on my dance teacher who is retiring this year and loved some of my blogs about Doris's powerful, social influence. She wants to meet me for an interview and to discuss how my website came into being.

Ah, my powerful and socially influential website. I love my website.

And I love Jo for giving it to me. Still think about him once in a while. God, I adored him. I doubt anyone will adore him to the desperate extent in which I did. Ah, The Residue Which Is He.

Turning 32 in three weeks.

Started having urges to go to Toronto for a visit.

Wondering if I might sublet a furnished room for all of September in Vancouver and stay by myself. Leon will be busy doing the tour and I don't have work until October. Anyone know of a place I could take over for the ninth and sexy month of '08?

Coffee shops are too noisy to write in. I am going to stop. Maybe go have some chicken at my new favorite restaurant. 50+ flavors of chicken and my favorite is garlic parmesan. I'll start my diet tomorrow.

The rain has stopped. So has this disjointed jam. Later...................