I bought some sweet sweet sweet sunflowers
This morning the sun was rising beside Mt. Douglas, the base of which plays out into these wonderful sprawling fields filled with fresh crops, ponds, deer and a few horses. I smell like an animal, which likely influences the group of deer on Lochside Drive in their decision to stay put as I run through their breakfast circle. They stare with leaves hanging out of their mouths, and I stare with the residual mucous from last weeks horrible sickness streaming from the corner of my mouth. I backhand it and a rabbit hops into a bush. And a rooster crows, and the sun retracts as branches interfere. It's just kind of raw and most days it hurts a lot, which subsequently teaches me to feel very happy about all the things in life that don't.
I've been spending a lot of time with Chelsea...stalking her, really. Meeting her at work for lunch, bike riding, attending horrid shows featuring funk-styles and dancing drummers. Ass-dancing drummers. She cooks meals for me because I don't know how.
Speaking of bike riding- a few weeks ago Brooke and I jammed all afternoon and then went for a ride down the Lochside trail. I don't have the social etiquette to know that asking to borrow money for farm eggs from a vegan is probably rude. Whatever....vegans.
After the Dawson festival we're going to tour through the interior performing Brooke's solo music, as well as a few acoustic IM slow jams. I get to sing and play the accordion. There will be about 6 of us going, so it should be a fun little tour- except that that guy I don't really like is coming. Maybe spending every day in a van with him will help.
Stacey and I went canoeing last week, followed by ice cream- a tradition. I'm going to miss her a lot when she moves back to SK.
Oh yes- I'm moving back to SK for the month of August (and then Montreal in September).
I've been spending a lot of time with Chelsea...stalking her, really. Meeting her at work for lunch, bike riding, attending horrid shows featuring funk-styles and dancing drummers. Ass-dancing drummers. She cooks meals for me because I don't know how.
Speaking of bike riding- a few weeks ago Brooke and I jammed all afternoon and then went for a ride down the Lochside trail. I don't have the social etiquette to know that asking to borrow money for farm eggs from a vegan is probably rude. Whatever....vegans.
After the Dawson festival we're going to tour through the interior performing Brooke's solo music, as well as a few acoustic IM slow jams. I get to sing and play the accordion. There will be about 6 of us going, so it should be a fun little tour- except that that guy I don't really like is coming. Maybe spending every day in a van with him will help.
Stacey and I went canoeing last week, followed by ice cream- a tradition. I'm going to miss her a lot when she moves back to SK.
Oh yes- I'm moving back to SK for the month of August (and then Montreal in September).