:: Thursday, March 11, 2004 ::

Hopping on the bus with Alma in my headphones and squinting out the grubby window at the blue sky. Hopping off the bus fifteen minutes behind schedule and getting confused directionally for the first time in a long time... all the H streets: Hornby, Howe, Homer and Hamilton? And while we're at it, Helmcken, Haro and Hastings?

Realizing how much I love this city as my life mimics the song in my headphones:

"... I'm caught between country roads and cold concrete..."

Drinking one beer in the Fox & Fiddle with a friend and feeling sort of drunk and deciding I need to drink more (in general). Looking high and low for books that aren't there in the VPL and laughing out loud with the friendly male librarian about Hans Haacke (more H's?) and the Guggenheim museum and not getting in trouble for it.

Being told for the first time in forever that I talk loud and fast.

Walking past a fountain where a homeless man is carefully rinsing all his bottles and tetra-packs and feeling grateful for all the consideration and compassion that really does exist if you take the time to notice it. Arriving home to pancakes and a mystery and remembering that pancakes and mysteries are two of my favourite things on earth.

Mysteries come second only to surprises.

Feeling the strange satisfaction of having done homework for the first time since... well, can't remember. Relaxing before heading to work, listening to more Alma and dreaming of summertime.


~song~ Alma - The River

:: Katy 6:45 p.m. [+] :: ::