In the paper today tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the T.V. page...
-Neil Finn/Crowded House.
A morning of cleaning, followed by news of bomb threats in San Fransisco, pending Severe Warning weather watches brought on by global warming, and Oprah's midafternoon horror show about the Avian Flu/pandemic. Before it all comes down, I want enjoy myself. I want to watch some good movies, have a good meal, and go for one last ride on my bike, followed by a cool pint and a final cigarette. I'll cuddle with my girl, and see myself in her chameleon eyes while the record player spins hits from the forties.
I hate the news.
My holidays are off to a fine start. We are in the middle of a heat wave, and it's like 40 outside with the humidex. I feel sorry for my girl at her unairconditioned school, melting but getting her education. We leave for Toronto tomorrow, and have no set schedule, and no real plans for it. We've got a bit of coin, and a tourist map. My sister has a graduation ceremony on Thursday, and then it's off to the Piggy and the Sapphire for a bit of pool, dancing, and martinis. Friday, a lazy day and Saturday, even lazier. Sunday it's back to work for a day, and then another 2 days off. And that's it. Back to work again.
Tomorrow celebrates (?) my full two years at my place of employment and I'm no further ahead in life on a professional level. But my girl is growing up. She only fits into half a dozen outfits, mostly newly bought this season. Thank goodness for summer, and airy sundresses. We've been eating tons of fresh vegetables and fruits, and I got my first bit of color from an afternoon at the beach yesterday.
I feel like I'm waiting for something to happen.
I probably should just go ahead and make things happen, myself.