Road Warrior is Off to the Bus

I’m leaving soon for Newmarket for the weekend. Not feeling eager for the busing part of it. Carrying luggage around on the bus, subway and then another bus and then a longish walk to where I hope my sister will be at her place of work. Hopefully I won’t be waiting there ages. It’s really loud and noisy.

But, I am looking forward to the weekend. A weekend road warrior grrl. I will be borrowing the Camry so I can drive myself around to the bookstores, the movies with Zack and maybe some shopping. I am thinking to see what I can find at Zellers for packing more stuff away here while the house is for sale.

I don’t know if the work on the stairs will get done this weekend after all. The upstairs elephants are stalling on their final countdown. It was a week ago they said they would be gone. Then it dragged out to Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Now it is the end of the month, the last hour of the last day. In theory at least. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have not vacated and given me the keys even after April has begun. It seems the law is all on their side. A tenant could get away with staying somewhere for an unlimited time, not paying rent, just using the landlord’s property for storage. You can’t flush them out like some annoying insect you find on the floor.

I don’t know how things will end up with this. I know that I am not staying here when I arranged to go to the movies with Zack. See ya!

If You’re Reading This…

If you’re reading this…

Likely you have had an Internet addiction at some point, if not now.

Likely you met a Canadian once, or you are a Canadian in which case you’ve met a lot of Canadians.

Likely you have a computer. (That was an easy one).

Likely you have been evolving some kind of typing skills and maybe a really unique typing style.

Likely you read, things other than weblogs, as well as weblogs.

Likely you imagine I’m a stunning red head due to my stick figure grrl. I’m not actually a red head.

Likely you have had to kill at least one insect while you were online in the evening and the glow from the monitor drew in those annoying little flies.

Likely you have done something creative, maybe even today.

Likely you have a family and didn’t actually hatch out of an egg. (OK, that one was stretching).

Likely you have some wrist or neck or back strain from spending too much time on the computer. (Look into moving your monitor higher or getting a different set up for your mouse).

Likely you have used some kind of Internet jargon and thought you were clever.

Likely you can spell more words correctly than incorrectly.

Likely you speak English, if not another language on the side.

Likely you’ve stopped reading long before now and I’m just typing to myself. A lot like having your passenger fall asleep during a long car ride.

Likely you suspected this was the end.

You were right.

Merry Meet 2005

Only hours left for 2005, soon it will just be recalled in memory. Each year only gets a year and then it’s gone forever, never to be seen again. Like the life of a bug, short and soon pushed aside. I think about the year about to leave us. There is no rush to shove it aside, as if I’m in a hurry to be rid of it. I appreciate that it was here, that we had this year, all of us. I feel just a bit sad to see it end.

Each day is like that. You wake up in the morning and the new day has already begun, waiting for you, knowing it only has 24 hours to live. What did you wear that day, anything different or did you not bother to care? Did you start the day fresh, teeth brushed, ready to smile and greet the day?

In the middle of the day, around noon, did you feel how the day had become middle aged? Not quite so fresh and perky now, maybe just a touch down knowing it’s time is half gone.

In the evening I think the day gets a second wind, knowing time is precious and each moment counts. Then, the final moments, when the day is feeling kind of tired and wishing it had more time. But, no one gets more time, each day, each year comes but once and only gets a set amount of time.

Are you appreciating time this weekend? Not the fleetingness of time but the fact that it exists. Here we are. We were one of the very few born out of billions of possibilities between humans. We were born as humans, not an insect, not another mammal but human, able to make decisions and choices about our time. Here you are, in this year, in this speck of time, part of the chain of life. Stretching so far behind and ahead of you, the chain is eternal, endless, seeming to have no beginning and no end.

Here we are, at the end of 2005, a year that will never be again. But here we are.