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So, now you're doing the same thing that I am doing, listening to Danny Michel on Stuart McLean's The Vinyl Cafe on the CBC, reading some and writing some, while sipping on a coffee. And if you're not, well, at least you know what I'm doing now.
It's a breezy, cloudy, fairly warm day. My sister's off across town, getting our bikes out for the season. Mine's the last one to come back home. I should be pumping up tires right now, there's three bikes ready and waiting for me. But, I want me time, dammit. I want to do what I want to do, instead of getting on Rae's railroad, where she's the conductor, and I'm... well, the caboose.
I've got a headache, brought on by not my sometimes occurring Sunday hangover, but what is the third day of a cold inherited by my daughter. My throat is itchy, but I want nothing more than a cigarette. I'm on the same pack that I was on 2 weeks ago, my oldest pack by far. I've still got half a deck left, and they are singing to me. I have stated the words, but I'm considering it. Quitting, that is. My hometown is running a Stop Smoking campaign, beginning April 1st, and, if you've been smoke free for the month, you can win a car. Definitely an incentive than just better health.
Maybe a good bike ride is just what I need. Shake my head, clear the bitterness, smell the changing seasons.
I'm striving towards better physical health. I'm definitely way more active when there's no white stuff to keep me down. For those Canadians that love skiing, ice-skating, and skiing, I envy them. I can't stand any of those activities: I was made for the beach. I love swimming, sailboarding, beach volleyball, even fishing. I like a good tan as well.
I got my hair cut the other day. Well, first I got Kole to do it, and then we hitched a ride to my parent's place so my mother could tidy up. Kole did a pretty good job though, and it was strangely, intensely, thrilling. I handed her the scissors and just said cut away. The first snip, I screamed a bit, because it was a big chunk. By the end, I was totally impressed. It was very even, and we did have a lot of fun. We giggled and laughed so much, and she was, the whole time, shocked that I let her do it.
There's nothing like a good haircut. It makes me feel cleaner, lighter, and just more carefree. Kinda like a bike ride, actually.
See you later.