(Friday)
night: i puked outside of The Purple Door, a NewAge "spirituality" store down the street. I blew pineapple chunks all over their sidewalk. this wasn't an intentional barfing destination, but it did end up making me smile. (once i cleaned the bonch off my rubber boots). im not sure why i vomited. but i did. it tasted like hummus and citrus.
(Saturday)
Morning: i woke up at 2-in-the-afternoon- to discover that i could not move. I threw my back out from tilling our garden the day before. it was my first time tilling. at the time it felt marvelous. i wanted to prove i was capable of doing it. haha. it's silly, but the next day my spine felt like it was being run over by 5 large monster trucks. i couldn't walk. so i laid in my bed all day, evening and night, until midnight, and that's when i fell asleep. Andrew brought me pills. They helped. Someday I'd like to be a gardening super-hero, with mechanical toes that till!!! that would make everyday a niceday.
Afternoon: i pouted and drooled in bed.
Evening: I sang Andrew a song about Quebec wanting to separate from Canada in the early 90's, called "Canada, don't leave me now, we can work it out some how, don't break up our family" over walkie talkies, as he did the dishes. this was m y rose.
(Sunday)
Morning: i hung out with jesus and some fine and lovely people at next.
Afternoon: - ate a tempe sandwich on the doorstep with a little raven, who told me things that
made me smile.
- a group of fellow community seekers from Quebec came to visit, and asked us
questions about how we live... we drank juice
- Cleaned up litter off the streets of our neighbourhood
- Sat in a large circle with litter-picker-upers, in the front of the house. met a 78-year-old man with a tall hat, as he was walking down the street, who knitted 73 sweaters, and was wearing his 61st one. he stopped to correct the hand posture of one of the girls we were with. then he proceeded to tell us that he had 3 x-wives, and knew the guy who invited piluties. he made us smile.
Evening:
- ate crackers in our living room with some homeless friends
night: painted a wooden sunshine
-ended the night with some dumpster diving.... we've got enough bread for the week :)
(Monday)
-Every monday and wednesday from 10- 2, the world thinks i have two sons. this use to bother me a bit, but now ive sort of internalized it. partly because im proud of them, because their both cute and talented toddlers. hehehe. i find myself thinking "ya that's right, my baby can climb ALL THOSE stairs... yours just eats dirt and poops"
morning:
i took the boys to the "duck park". and we played in the sun.
My 3-year old friend ben taught me two things today:
1) "Farmers do NOT have birthdays"
2) "Robots do NOT wear underwear" (that was his convincing argument as to why he didn't need to wear any)
afternoon:
-i coveted an old man's brown bicycle.
- i had a conversation with housemate Jay about how i have an irrational hatred for all mean-zoo keeper, astronaut cops who care for horses and space.
Tonight: i discover that in the presence of tulips, i feel skeptical.....*
night: i puked outside of The Purple Door, a NewAge "spirituality" store down the street. I blew pineapple chunks all over their sidewalk. this wasn't an intentional barfing destination, but it did end up making me smile. (once i cleaned the bonch off my rubber boots). im not sure why i vomited. but i did. it tasted like hummus and citrus.
(Saturday)
Morning: i woke up at 2-in-the-afternoon- to discover that i could not move. I threw my back out from tilling our garden the day before. it was my first time tilling. at the time it felt marvelous. i wanted to prove i was capable of doing it. haha. it's silly, but the next day my spine felt like it was being run over by 5 large monster trucks. i couldn't walk. so i laid in my bed all day, evening and night, until midnight, and that's when i fell asleep. Andrew brought me pills. They helped. Someday I'd like to be a gardening super-hero, with mechanical toes that till!!! that would make everyday a niceday.
Afternoon: i pouted and drooled in bed.
Evening: I sang Andrew a song about Quebec wanting to separate from Canada in the early 90's, called "Canada, don't leave me now, we can work it out some how, don't break up our family" over walkie talkies, as he did the dishes. this was m y rose.
(Sunday)
Morning: i hung out with jesus and some fine and lovely people at next.
Afternoon: - ate a tempe sandwich on the doorstep with a little raven, who told me things that
made me smile.
- a group of fellow community seekers from Quebec came to visit, and asked us
questions about how we live... we drank juice
- Cleaned up litter off the streets of our neighbourhood
- Sat in a large circle with litter-picker-upers, in the front of the house. met a 78-year-old man with a tall hat, as he was walking down the street, who knitted 73 sweaters, and was wearing his 61st one. he stopped to correct the hand posture of one of the girls we were with. then he proceeded to tell us that he had 3 x-wives, and knew the guy who invited piluties. he made us smile.
Evening:
- ate crackers in our living room with some homeless friends
night: painted a wooden sunshine
-ended the night with some dumpster diving.... we've got enough bread for the week :)
(Monday)
-Every monday and wednesday from 10- 2, the world thinks i have two sons. this use to bother me a bit, but now ive sort of internalized it. partly because im proud of them, because their both cute and talented toddlers. hehehe. i find myself thinking "ya that's right, my baby can climb ALL THOSE stairs... yours just eats dirt and poops"
morning:
i took the boys to the "duck park". and we played in the sun.
My 3-year old friend ben taught me two things today:
1) "Farmers do NOT have birthdays"
2) "Robots do NOT wear underwear" (that was his convincing argument as to why he didn't need to wear any)
afternoon:
-i coveted an old man's brown bicycle.
- i had a conversation with housemate Jay about how i have an irrational hatred for all mean-zoo keeper, astronaut cops who care for horses and space.
Tonight: i discover that in the presence of tulips, i feel skeptical.....*
smile.
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