Dream

The road through the valley was blocked, choked with crowds of people milling about. We could have picked our way through, shuffling along at a near standstill, mumbling our pardons and apologies for trod-on toes and banged up shins, but I was too impatient to wait.

"come with me"

I grabbed his arm, spun back the way we'd come and took off at a brisk run. We circled around, heading up the mountain pass and once we were out of sight I let the speed take me over. My stride lengthened until the polite little hopping steps I'd been using we're eaten up by a long rolling gallop. My arms reached out in front of me, fingers digging into the ground for purchase and hurling me forward, momentum building with each pull. I could feel the boy tugging at my hip, struggling to keep up.

"RUN!", I snarled, my voice already ragged and rasping through my too wide grin.

A Sunday Smile

So I'm blogging from the sprawling comfort of a post drunk laze, on my phone, no less. The full size keyboard is busy streaming Netflix, which we're watching in bed, at 1pm, in our underpants, each of us armed with a mighty cup of strong coffee.

Things are good here.
We've got some changes coming down the pipe, but without the usual sense of dread and panicky damage control. It's a good feeling to be able to look a challenge in the eye and see an unexpected opportunity for growth and positive change.

We've got good things lining up for us too, Kris' business is hopping, I've got two weddings lined up to shoot this fall. I'm working locum shifts at the Ottawa Humane Society, which I love, and the job at the Civic seems to have finally solidified into something concrete. It has taken the better part of the summer to happen, but it will be an excellent foot in the door for next summer, not to mention post graduation.

We're actually adopting that dog I was talking about earlier. It's embarrassing how excited we are to bring him home. I was sure it would be at least a year after graduation before we'd even be able to think about it, so its a really welcome surprise to be a full two years ahead of schedule. Even Kris' parents are excited, despite initially trying to talk us out of it. (parental obligation, nothing personal lol).

Blue skies is less than ONE WEEK away!! Kristin and Mason will be joining us this year, so that's super exciting, and I'm of course looking forward to seeing all the usual suspects too!

My parents serendipitously bought a house in Victoria, and there is talk of west coast visits sometime soon. They seem really happy with it, and it must be a really good feeling for them to have established such a firm foothold in their west coast adventure.

I finally got round to spray painting my little black beater bike. I had a lot of fun doing it, and I'm really pleased with with how it turned out. It's perfectly obnoxious - gold glitter with fluorescent pink forks and black metallic splatter a la Maxx. Despite my intention to keep the beater look I may just have to indulge in a hot pink bike chain to top it all off. Heh.


That's all for now,
Talk soon,
Apes.

little dudes

little dudes, originally uploaded by gi99lepunch (titanium-white).

Happy plants! Seeing these little dudes first thing in the morning -they live in my shower - never fails to put me in a good mood. :D

This one too.... with the super pretty pink-y greens....

Memory

The days are getting warmer,  but the air is still cool and smells like rain and rivers most of the time.  Inside the house,  my Grandmother and my Aunt are baking sugar cookies.  Most will be shaped like bunnies, and eggs, and Easter baskets.  Despite being well out of season, a  few will be shaped like bats, at my firm insistence, for Batman, of course.

Too busy for baking, I am outside, climbing the picnic table and gleefully flinging myself off of it again, endlessly entertained and completely immune to self trauma.  I could fight bad guys and villains all afternoon and never tire.  I am invincible, as only a child can be.

Tied snugly around my neck is a ratty blue tea towel that has seen better and more dignified days.  Its crocheted, covered in pale blue flowers with buttery yellow centers.  At one end, the dark blue border is stretched out into two long, irregular points, where it ties under my chin.  This is, undoubtedly, my favourite cape.

I am running down the length of the table,  about to hurl myself through the air, when something changes...

I can't say what it is that catches my attention first.  It might have been  the way the light seems to disappear from the sky, siphoned away like liquid below the horizon, or it might be the way the clouds seem suddenly oppressively and suffocatingly close, grown thick with shadows and menace.

My body has frozen.  I cannot move.  At the end of the table i am stopped for all time, eyes glued to the rapidly darkening sky.  All I can do is stare and stare.  There are no sounds.  The entire world has emptied.  A slow panic builds, my guts make lazy loop-de loops, building waves of nausea.  My throat closes, to stop them from escaping.  My heart hammers in my chest.

Nothing is right.

Scream.


But no sound will come.  I try and try but all the sounds are gone and i can not make any new ones.

I spend an eternity there, in a world gone still.

Paralyzed.

Waiting.


Suddenly, my body goes limp as I am swept, like a quaking leaf,  into the air by a pair of strong, well furred arms.  My grandfather has come to collect me.  I burst into tears, at once relieved and terrified.  He's looking at me,  brow wrinkled in puzzlement.  I bounce in his arms as he carries me towards the porch, bawling nonsense syllables and sucking air back into my lungs huge ragged gasps.

I cannot speak it.  Cannot tell.

I never knew what happened.

So,

I told my parents about the MRI thing tonight, about what happened at the theatre,  and the referral to neurology, and waiting to hear back about when the test will be,  and i told them its not really a big deal.  That there's no point in worrying until somebody has answers, that it would be silly to get worked up about something that might be nothing.

I told them all the things i've been telling myself all week.

But when i told them that i had given their number to my friends in case anything DID happen again, thats when my mom just started to cry and cry and cry.

There was a thick silence right before the sobs welled up, that tiny space in time where her brain calculated all the long distances between us,  and all the terrible great unknowns, and all the what ifs and all the possible outcomes and end points.

Later, there was a scramble of words, as she tried to fix it, as though she could just Mom the situation into something acceptable for all of us.

Silence again, when she couldn't.

Stains

Stains, originally uploaded by titanium-white.

Oh!

i love this one!!

sometimes messing with crap shots is the most fun.

Warm Weather Nocturne - a haiku lullabye

 Night time Sounds of spring
Cats yowl in full lordosis
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