weekend

Life is rough when your biggest concern is whether or not a bird is going to crap on your laptop when you are working outside in the warm Sunday afternoon sunshine…
*sigh*

I’ve been meaning to update an entry that was frightening and disturbing to me, in it I mentioned a beautiful and familiar girl that I linked to the young man flailing in the streets. I saw her last weekend, placed 2 pretty shining stickers on her shoulders and delicately asked her about the morning I glimpsed her sitting on a corner with her friend. My first thought that day had been that she was waiting to go pick daffodils, my second was that she was somehow tied to the young man that I had condemned to pitiful drug consumption. While I don’t feel any better about my physical interaction that morning, I was awestruck by the fact that she had been waiting, eyes sleepy, hair tucked into a warm hat, sweater on, to be taken to work- picking daffodils.
Perhaps I can’t articulate them meaning of this confirmation but I found it extremely comforting. I had for no good reason been able to see the day ahead for this girl without really knowing her, but also, knowing that she was equally as confused as I was and equally unable to approach the young man in trouble helps me understand my reaction. I know that to read this will mean little to people who did not hear the story from me but truly, after talking to her last weekend, it meant a great deal to me.

now...
today is the culmination of what has been a wonderful break-from-routine weekend.
I spent the early hours of yesterday actually out of bed and wandering down Cook St. with James. It still strikes me sometimes how much we have to say to each other. He is off for some-pondered interludes with beautiful well-known strangers, it will be brilliant to hear the story when he gets home late Monday evening.
What this means for me on the other hand is time spent at home, something I rarely do and not something I by any means miss. It is time for me to move on from here, unfortunately the destination is very murky at this point, which forces me to bide my time and wisely reflect on where I have come from but more importantly, where I want to encourage myself to go.
I watched a movie last night set in Italy, various faces and settings, rich mountain vineyards and opulent sea-side villages, for the first time in ages my heart longed to be somewhere other than in the comfort and security of home. I always have been one to drift into daydreams of adventure and romance, but they never amount to anything more than hopeful stories. Perhaps it would be okay to pick something and actually work at it. I am all about baby-steps (this is a new realization), but if that’s what it takes then that’s how it shall be. The first step- what can a Canadian middle-school teacher do in Italy?- it’s a starting place anyway….

So, here I am, the sun winking over my shoulder making the monitor somewhat brown and hard to focus on, Miranda is calling me through my headphones and I know that I have hours to entertain and be productive…here I go….

People fer *squeezin’* Rich & Chrissie for their thrilling new purchase; James for yesterday; Shan, Amara, & Sandra for taking me with them to the antique fair on Friday- such fun-