All I see from you is all I need.
I feel terrible about the way I've been neglecting this recently, but I just haven't had time or the mind to say things worth saying.
So let it be a journal then, I suppose!
Well, Friday I went to Chilliwack for dinner with my friends David and Atsuko. I invited Evan along, and we all went to the Mill Street Cafe, a much better class of restaurant than one can find in Langley. It was a very enjoyable afternoon/evening, relaxing and refreshing.
Before that I had been doing some landscaping with my father, with the unfortunate result it seems that my right arm is, to my perception, rather larger than my left now. It would only be noticeable to me, but I still find it disconcerting. It was fun hammering all morning, and I got some sun in a good way, having a colour that it not quite completely pale on my arms now. If I can maintain this slow growth of tan, I perhaps shall not be decimated by the sun again this summer!
After I finished hammering, I came home to find Petra online, and it was very nice to converse with her again. It is interesting to me that one can go without speaking to a person for however long without it being a big deal when they are within easy reach of phone or car or even bicycle, but as soon as they leave for a while, it really becomes noticeable. I suppose I just feel more at ease, as if I have something worth talking about, when someone isn't a part of my usual daily rut - and also when they are in foreign locales themselves, they can carry the conversation easier, which makes things easier for me. Something as simple as seeing someone they know becomes conversation worthy, you know? It's interesting.
After that, it was time for, well, a shower, because I had been at manual labour all morning, and then to Tall Larry's and Chilliwack. We met with David and Atsuko at David's house, and then followed them to the Cafe. I often feel out of sorts meeting with couples, but not so much with these two, and it was a lot of fun.
After parting, Evan and I checked the local Walmart for boating goods - I supposed they would have decent supplies, what with Cultus lake being so nearby as well as various rivers and other holiday areas all being so close, but I seem to have no luck in this endeavor.
On the ride back I continued attempting to educate Evan on Sad Goth Boy music, but he is proving resistant to my programming. I shall have to try a new tactic, it seems.
After dropping him off, I stopped at home, intending to pursue the boating matter later - however, I was distracted by issues with software on my computer. I think I went to bed relatively early, but I can't really recall, to tell you the truth.
The next day, I awoke relatively early. I ate a "mexican" egg wrap I had developed the previous night, and continued screwing around with my software problems. Willis, Angie, Buddha and Derek arrived around 1230 in order to play at cards, and I chose to play some emulated arcade games in the brief time I had left to me before work.
Just before leaving for work, I had some luck with the software issue, and left for work feeling rather good.
At work, some of my preferred co-employees were working, and a new film was playing in my department. The flow of customers was pretty good, and I had not seen Shrek for a long time, so the day went by rather quickly. My brother-in-law Andrew, along with my sisters and niece stopped by for a while also; it was very nice to see them. All in all it was not an unpleasant shift - there were moments that dragged, but not as many as there have often been. All the same, were it not for the company of a small few who work there, I would be desperately seeking new employment. Jobs depress all hell out of me, unless I am completely distracted by them or the people at them: learning a new job has generally proven to be the only effective manner of being distracted by my employment.
After work I went to Walmart to once more try for some boating goods - I was again denied. Canadian Tire had closed, but I swore that I would not allow myself to be defeated so easily. I shall simply have to try both stores again, and soon.
I came home to an even fuller house, with Paul and Larry having joined the tally, although Buddha had left. I went to work on my computer again, and after fighting a war of attrition against what seemed like insurmountable odds, I was able to stand victorious. I had achieved a power like that of the gods, one that I shall not mention to make it seem very very mysterious.
At this, I decided I had to eat. Paul and Larry were similarly inclined, so after much discussion, we went to Sammy J Peppers. We had a rather good time there, and then retired to the mobile for some gaming. Eventually, it was clear that we all were tired, and the two men left for their respective houses. I, being in my own home, simply moved bedwards, lulling myself to sleep with a short story of Stephen Crane's. It was about a newly-married couple, and left me on tenterhooks throughout that they would come to some great harm.
And that was Saturday.
And that, I think, is enough reading for now. I wish to sleep, in any case, and have already spent three quarters of an hour describing in such small detail the events of two-thirds of the weekend. Today was busy and yet not, eventful and yet very relaxing, and as such I would not do it the injustice of going over it in the half-hearted manner of a man desperate for sleep. I also think that this is more reading than it really ought to be as it is.
Good night, me.
So let it be a journal then, I suppose!
Well, Friday I went to Chilliwack for dinner with my friends David and Atsuko. I invited Evan along, and we all went to the Mill Street Cafe, a much better class of restaurant than one can find in Langley. It was a very enjoyable afternoon/evening, relaxing and refreshing.
Before that I had been doing some landscaping with my father, with the unfortunate result it seems that my right arm is, to my perception, rather larger than my left now. It would only be noticeable to me, but I still find it disconcerting. It was fun hammering all morning, and I got some sun in a good way, having a colour that it not quite completely pale on my arms now. If I can maintain this slow growth of tan, I perhaps shall not be decimated by the sun again this summer!
After I finished hammering, I came home to find Petra online, and it was very nice to converse with her again. It is interesting to me that one can go without speaking to a person for however long without it being a big deal when they are within easy reach of phone or car or even bicycle, but as soon as they leave for a while, it really becomes noticeable. I suppose I just feel more at ease, as if I have something worth talking about, when someone isn't a part of my usual daily rut - and also when they are in foreign locales themselves, they can carry the conversation easier, which makes things easier for me. Something as simple as seeing someone they know becomes conversation worthy, you know? It's interesting.
After that, it was time for, well, a shower, because I had been at manual labour all morning, and then to Tall Larry's and Chilliwack. We met with David and Atsuko at David's house, and then followed them to the Cafe. I often feel out of sorts meeting with couples, but not so much with these two, and it was a lot of fun.
After parting, Evan and I checked the local Walmart for boating goods - I supposed they would have decent supplies, what with Cultus lake being so nearby as well as various rivers and other holiday areas all being so close, but I seem to have no luck in this endeavor.
On the ride back I continued attempting to educate Evan on Sad Goth Boy music, but he is proving resistant to my programming. I shall have to try a new tactic, it seems.
After dropping him off, I stopped at home, intending to pursue the boating matter later - however, I was distracted by issues with software on my computer. I think I went to bed relatively early, but I can't really recall, to tell you the truth.
The next day, I awoke relatively early. I ate a "mexican" egg wrap I had developed the previous night, and continued screwing around with my software problems. Willis, Angie, Buddha and Derek arrived around 1230 in order to play at cards, and I chose to play some emulated arcade games in the brief time I had left to me before work.
Just before leaving for work, I had some luck with the software issue, and left for work feeling rather good.
At work, some of my preferred co-employees were working, and a new film was playing in my department. The flow of customers was pretty good, and I had not seen Shrek for a long time, so the day went by rather quickly. My brother-in-law Andrew, along with my sisters and niece stopped by for a while also; it was very nice to see them. All in all it was not an unpleasant shift - there were moments that dragged, but not as many as there have often been. All the same, were it not for the company of a small few who work there, I would be desperately seeking new employment. Jobs depress all hell out of me, unless I am completely distracted by them or the people at them: learning a new job has generally proven to be the only effective manner of being distracted by my employment.
After work I went to Walmart to once more try for some boating goods - I was again denied. Canadian Tire had closed, but I swore that I would not allow myself to be defeated so easily. I shall simply have to try both stores again, and soon.
I came home to an even fuller house, with Paul and Larry having joined the tally, although Buddha had left. I went to work on my computer again, and after fighting a war of attrition against what seemed like insurmountable odds, I was able to stand victorious. I had achieved a power like that of the gods, one that I shall not mention to make it seem very very mysterious.
At this, I decided I had to eat. Paul and Larry were similarly inclined, so after much discussion, we went to Sammy J Peppers. We had a rather good time there, and then retired to the mobile for some gaming. Eventually, it was clear that we all were tired, and the two men left for their respective houses. I, being in my own home, simply moved bedwards, lulling myself to sleep with a short story of Stephen Crane's. It was about a newly-married couple, and left me on tenterhooks throughout that they would come to some great harm.
And that was Saturday.
And that, I think, is enough reading for now. I wish to sleep, in any case, and have already spent three quarters of an hour describing in such small detail the events of two-thirds of the weekend. Today was busy and yet not, eventful and yet very relaxing, and as such I would not do it the injustice of going over it in the half-hearted manner of a man desperate for sleep. I also think that this is more reading than it really ought to be as it is.
Good night, me.