Yesterday there was sun and some warmth. A little context: this has been an odd winter with an unusual amount of snow and now mainly and only rain, rain, rain. Heavy rain, light rain, heavier rain. Etc.
So yesterday was the first sunny day in weeks. I rode my bicycle for the first time in five weeks to Stanley Park to meet R. for a rather spontaneous park in the sun situation. Lots of joggers catching up on their jogging. Lots of families and prams, cyclists, dogs, cats, emus, donkeys and the like. The weather forecast said that this was to be the one sunny day for a looooong time.
R. and I walked and talked -we both live alone and so quack quack quack when we get together. So much talk wants to get out of my head. We sat on a bench and it clouded over. I had a hotdog.
R. went home a bit later and I rode my bicycle around the seawall and popped in to see C., L. and eventually J. That was nice. Then I grocery shopped and cycled home.
That was a lot of cycling after a long winter of none.
The rains are back today and are to hang around for the next four years – that kind of a thing.
Today I am free till three when I am going to a wee pop up study at Christ Church and then may stick around for the service after. There is an hour in between those two things but I seem to have a lot of experience with split shifts. Ha.
My UBC gig is done – I managed once all was said and done, to work three weeks and a day. Yup. My Langara gig is also done – it may run again at the end of May which of course would be at the exact time of some possible UBC work. Tis how it goes.
I have 3.83333333 hours at the downtown school this week and should be getting both of my tutees back. I haven’t seen my high school tutee in over a month – I was sick, working, and he was away for spring break. I hope he remember we are meeting – I have lost his phone number and can’t text him. Eeeek. So this week there will be a lot of sitting around in the rain kind of a thing. As per usual I guess. That doesn’t seem to get easier or more productive or any of that. I have a bit of E.I. for a few more weeks so that will help to calm the nervous system. September is the time again I will really have to get thinking again. September is dead everywhere and 3.833333 hours is not going to cut it.
Oy, I am bored with the whole thing. Bored bored bored and finally, bored. A few folks I worked with at UBC are going (separately) to Europe – Northern Spain, Morocco and such. Envy envy. Although I wonder if I am too lazy for travel now – are we done yet? Ha. Eeek.
Surely there is a narrative other than my down and out-ness. Surely. Hey, don’t call me Shirley! Nothing wrong with it – it’s just not my name.
Ninety minutes of my 3.833333333 hours are at 8 am tomorrow morning. Uh yes. Tis okay, I am used to getting up early again (I think).
My frustration is not new. Boredom, isolation, blah blah blah.
Oh it is my birthday this week! Hurrah – March 30th. The year unimportant. Ah heck, 51 years ago my (now departed, still miss her) mother was very pregnant. In those days, she had long told me, they put her under and she woke up with a baby yet it was not a C-section. Not sure how that worked. Maybe they twilighted up the mother so that they wouldn’t remember the incredible pain of it all. Mom was 35 years old, downright ancient for having a baby in those days. My sister was 3.5 years old at the time. I seem to have popped out quite cute with a head of dark hair. I’m sure I looked around right after birth and thought, “I’m bored! I’m isolated!” Wah.
This 51st birthday shall be gently celebrated at Ye Old Spaghetti Factory for reasons I am not sure of. I couldn’t think of a place that had disco dancing in the early evening so, well, the factory. I think I went there a lot in my 20’s when I first moved to Vancouver. Nostalgia kind of a thing. And the bread! Is the bread not great there. Garlic butter! Salad! Spaghetti! Ice cream! There is a factory in Winnipeg and I’m sure I went there growing up although Salisbury House is a place I remember more.
Fifty one! Lordy be. Nine years to sixty. Now, now, enough of that.
Let me try to jolly things up a bit here on the old blog. There is a woman in her 30’s who lives in my wee building who, when I talk about something from the 80s, always makes it a point to point out that she was either not born yet or very very young. I now apologize to people I did the same thing to when I was in my 30s and they were older. Ha. But yes, I get it, you are much, much younger than I am. A lovely and talkative young woman and her partner is pretty cool too.
Jollying it up.
I will end with this oft-quote from my father: “I am too light for heavy work and too heavy for light work.” Indeed.