Jul 12, 2016 13:31
I decided to try leaving the house first thing in the morning to see if it jump started me/got me offline/made me forget I'm out of weed. Target: High Park breakfast and reading.
After 'just checking my messages' for about 2 1/2 hours I missed the earlybird special, and didn't feel like paying $5.99 for a shit breakfast ($3.99 is fine). So I went hungry and went looking for a tree to read under. The tree I found was a site of a memorable argument. And I sat under it for a chapter.
Passed the capybaras on my way back, in the rear shade by the fence like they were last time I came, pining desperately for their brief freedom. I love the capybaras, but they're not mine, they're ours, and that is how it's going to stay. I read another chapter at a picnic table in the field where we once ran into F and G at day camp.
A friend who knows my favourite Canadian character actor, Gary Reineke, says that he was married to a woman in the 1970s but she died, and he has been single ever since. There was no way to move on, no way to forget her. He could only live the other parts of his life.