Day 291
This morning I woke up. When I say morning I mean before eight a.m. My friend and her child got ready to leave at 7:28 am. Luckily, their 7 am alarm didn't wake any of us up. When I was groggy and picking things up I heard the six year old say, "You aren't the boss of me," to her mother. Her mother's response, "Actually, I am." I thought about this for awhile and realized that my own mother it still the boss of me. Thank God she wants me to do things that I want to do like brush my teeth and write.
After I saw my friends off by waving at them from the curb I went back to sleep until noon. I messed around deleting emails and watching Modern Family until the power went out. When I finally made it outside I realized it was yet again another nice day. Instead of tromping to the beach though, I tromped to my favorite coffeeshop hideout. The best part about the coffeeshop is that the only person I know who goes there is someone I am totally smitten over and he doesn't even show up that often. What's even better is that he doesn't talk to me when we are there so I can get work done and so can he. Today when I got there I didn't see him but I did see someone else I know.
Not only was there a person I know, the place was pretty packed. After I greeted my friend I told him I was going to leave to seek out another coffeeshop. I went back down the stairs to discover that the area near the pool table (yeah, a friggin pool table in a coffeeshop, annoying) had a spot open near a window and an AC vent. I set up my stuff, hoping my friend from upstairs wouldn't discover me. When I was ready to write my spec script a non-descript Asian man turned up the volume on his tiny laptop. After I put my ridiculous earbuds in (my big headphones broke, again) and tuned him out my friend showed up downstairs and said hello again and sat at a table facing me. I really need a new hideout.
This afternoon I went to my friend's house to give her some money to help buy a wig for our friend with cancer. On my way there she texted me and told me that she had to run out for twenty minutes and that I should wait in the bamboo garden. Now, I had never been to my friend's house and bamboo, as far as I have been aware thus far in my life, is something that grows in China and feeds panda bears (both seem mythological). I found her house in a ritzy part of town and headed to the backyard to sit amongst bamboo. Turns out bamboo is friggin huge, as in 40 feet tall. Now I finally understand how panda bears get so fat and I can spend all of my evening thinking about how they mow down entire forests of bamboo for one meal. I am not really sure if this is true but I don't really care.
From 2 o'clock or so on there was a buzzing in the hallway. Let me clarify, a sharp, piercing sound that damages your hearing without you even realizing it. When I read an email plea that my neighbor sent out (the one who lives closest to the area emitting the buzzing) I decided to call campus security and they got it fixed an hour later than when I reported the problem. I don't know if I should be impressed that they fixed it at all or depressed that despite it being summer and Canada where crime is non-existent they took that long to respond.
As mentioned above a co-worker of mine from the defunct pub job I had has cancer. She is writing a blog about the experience of it and what chemo does to the body and how she feels emotionally. Nearly each entry is accompanied by photos. As I read through it I wish a few things. I wish that she felt better. I wish that we were better friends so my being there for her doesn't seem fake. I wish that someone would finally cure cancer. I wish that everyone I know, including myself, didn't have to worry about getting cancer. But besides wishes, it really makes you think about how you live your life. Reading about how my friend wants to do all of these things that we take for granted in daily life like shopping for food and lattes or getting into bed without pain really makes you re-evaluate.
Tip of the Day: Do.
-Canadian Castaway
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