Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Today I decided to take myself shopping and I bought two amazing items, both of which were a tad expensive and neither of which I could actually afford. But hello:
Item #1 Adorable, flattering, summery BCBG dress - bought in a pink/tomato-y colour... and on sale!
Item #2 The ubiquitous skinny jean, with a designer label (thank you J Brand) and in a dark wash - always appropriate... and a size smaller than I used to be!
All in all, a successful day - save for the damage irrevocably suffered by my Visa card.
Monday, June 29, 2009
It has been grey, cloudy and damp for 2 solid weeks now. Here's hoping summer is just biding its time until July when it will burst forth onto the scene with sun and warmth. Until that fateful day, I will post pictures of wonderful beaches where I would rather be. This one is in Italy and it is probably the most beautiful beach I've ever been to.
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. BEGIN IT NOW."
- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Friday, June 26, 2009
It is not still.
The sun will not settle down.
She refuses to let her feverish energy be dampened by Moon’s cruel darkness,
And so she bounces off tree tops and dances through blades of grass.
She likens herself to Moon’s soft mists and drifts her way into heads and hearts,
Causing minds to stir and bodies to rustle.
“Sleep not!” insists the tenacious sun.
If Darkness continues to make the world weary, Sun will merely shine her magnificence upon the moon
So that the sky will brighten as though it were day.
Crickets chirp in accord with Sun’s brilliant thoughts
And owls sound their approval of her wisdom.
For such creatures know Sun’s obdurate ways
And understand that she does not permit
Night to be quiet or still.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Since the glorious summer equinox this past Sunday, Mother Nature has kindly bestowed our fair province with fog, dampness, grey skies and rain. This morning however a true sign that summer has arrived appeared outside my window: construction workers.
When I woke up there were no fewer than 7 trucks of various sizes and shapes parked outside my house. From this collection of vehicles emerged a dozen or so city employees decked in their reflective vests and hard hats. This is all fine - I live on a busy street and appreciate that it is in horrendous shape at the moment, and I can calmly deal with the fact that I am barely able to back out of my driveway. What I find interesting is that these workers don't seem to actually do anything.
Granted I am nothing if not ignorant of what it takes to patch a road. Perhaps it is intrinsic that 6 men stand on the corner and watch while their coworker backs up a dump truck; smoking and spitting could be an fundamental cog in the road construction machine; maybe part of the job description is to ogle residents as they stumble half asleep out of the house, tea in hand, to drive a roommate to work. If so - excellently done gentlemen. You are a shining example of tax payer's money being put to good use.
I don't want to sound like a complete nag, I truly appreciate that the road in front of my house is getting some much-needed TLC. I'm just saying that there are many a pothole desperately waiting your comprehensive attention, dear construction workers, and that perhaps if you spread yourselves out a bit - a little less 'standing and watching' and a little more 'doing' - our roads could be restored to their former glory (aka smoothness) in a much more timely fashion.
Monday, June 22, 2009
To be continued...
Sunday, June 21, 2009
"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." - Emerson
Saturday, June 20, 2009
As I mentioned, lately my life has been "up in airs". I am struggling with what I want to do with myself, and how I should best spend my summer. Long term planning is one of my weaknesses, and try as I may I cannot figure out what direction I want to take my life in. It is extremely stressful and confusing and as I preoccupy myself with musings of this nature, little room is left for any or all thoughts of organizing, tidying, cleaning or otherwise improving the state of my current war-zone of a bedroom.
Last month I had a much clearer picture of what was happening. It was short-term perhaps, but I had the foreseeable months planned out to some degree. My room was spotless. Everything was in its place, my bed was made, clothes were away, shelves were organized, I even did some closet-pruning.
Now that some of these plans have been realized (and others, unfortunately, have dissolved) my room - as my sense of self-assurance and forward motion - have fallen into disarray.
Behaviour has been observed - now must work on reconditioning to procure more satisfying results... Hmm.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Lately I've been feeling a bit like I'm treading water. Those three words were like a branch to grab on to, or a boulder to stand on. Something to give me a minute to pause, catch my breath and look in awe at my amazing life.
"Life" is an extraordinary thing: sleeping, breathing, loving, learning, molecules, DNA, dreams, history, art, sex, magnificent friends, family, choices, water, air, growth, evolution, brain, heart, mind, soul, a future and capacity for infinite possibilities..
How truly, breath-takingly, amazing.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Catering at my brother's graduation reception turned out to be rather painless. Set-up was easy, the food was great, reception started late (due to stereotypically long-winded graduation speakers..), and there were no awkward moments to be had.
This, I'm certain, is due to the fact that I put myself in charge of wine.
No one wants to burn bridges with the gal giving out the free booze.
The music was fun and the coffee delicious, but the best part about the excursion was watching two women - whom I imagined to be old, dear friends - get up and dance. They had white hair, ice cream cones, and what looked like a lot of fun. They laughed, twirled, spun, swayed, and made me smile as I wished that half a century down the road I could be so lucky.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Catering is torture when I am catering an event whose guest list includes people I know. It is the worst: "Oh hi friend/acquaintance/neighbour/former teacher/former classmate - would you care for a bacon wrapped scallop?" Ugh, horrifying.
Point #2 is why I am dreading this afternoon. I agreed to cater at a super easy function - couple of hours, setting out some platters and passing some wine, [much needed] money in the bank. Simple. Awesome. Then I realized that the function in question is the reception following my younger brother's high school graduation. That's right. My 17 year-old brother and all of his cronies are moving on up, being promised greater things while I, 2 years out of university, serve them and their families crostinis, chocolate dipped strawberries and cheap white wine.
Last thing I want to do today? Check.
And all for a measly cheque.
Congratulations class of 2009 - may I offer you another mini quiche?
Friday, June 12, 2009
If I can't make the sun shine outdoors than I can at least brighten up my blog with photos of all things spring-y and fair:
Picnics are spring-y (and delicious)
as are orange trees! (And hot bright afternoon sunshine of course!)
Nothing announces spring like blooming wildflowers...
...or roses in a meticulously manicured garden.
Ahh the memories of indulging in such vernal persuits...sunshine please don't be a stranger!
A movie that I believe will be significantly better is Away We Go. The cast is fantastic and quite frankly it looks too cute for words. Here is the trailer.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This name comes from the lyrics of a wonderful song called "Seasons of Love". It's the theme from Jonathan Larson's musical "Rent". When I was in High School, my friends and I were obsessed with this musical. We knew every lyric, almost every harmony and listened to the Soundtrack regularly. In Grade 12 my best friend and I went to England for March Break and saw the shows finale in London's West End. We truly believed that evening was the pinnacle of our young lives.
This song asks "how do you measure a year"? In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? Daylights and sunsets seems to me to be decidedly more optimistic than midnights and cups of coffee - although all four are quite enjoyable. I don't know what shape this blog will take, but musing on the "small stuff" of life - inches grown, minutes endured, funny jokes, sad circumstances - seems like a good place to start.
Thanks for visiting - hope you enjoy!