My Wing-ed friend

This lil guy landed on my bike when I was hanging out in the park the other day.
He was pretty cool. told me about his travels around the world for a while, then went on his merry little way.

REVIVE TIME

I can't believe it too me halfway into July to fully recover and revive from the winter. But here I am, revived, AND reviving this blog!!

Happy thing today: my local public pool.
Especially when we're on day 4 of a heatwave (yah yah, it's letting up - JUST BARELY.) I discovered a local"supersecret" pool, and have been 3days out of 4.


And every SINGLE moment was subliiiiiiiiiiiiime.

Color me infatuated

THIS blog, that has inspired me to live a life full of multicolored hearts, cute animals, and bedtime stories. i love you, color me katie!!!

Being really exhausted

Okokok, hear me out, people....

I've been working an opening shift at a Café job for a few months, which means I'm up at 5.30. ...AM. not PM. I haven't quite managed to really adjust my schedule yet, so I'm still going to bed at 10/11/12pm most nights. Somewhere between the nights where I'm very gooood and the nights where I'm very, very bad, I'm averaging 6hrs of sleep a night. And i used to be a strict 9hrs/night gal.

Combine this with a very busy shift, and the result? Most afternoons as of 2pm (aka. my post-work daytime freetime, and the whole point of having this schedule...) I'm stupidly, deliriously exhausted.

I HATED this at first.

I LOVE it now.

It turns out, being realllllllllly tired is kinda like being stoned. The filter in my mind that levels my thought processes out, that blocks my most insane and bizarre thoughts from slipping into my consciousness, and that keeps me focused on the normal details of life - well, it's long gone to bed! So, I start noticing things I don't usually notice, in way's I dont usually notice them. I don't listen to music, I layer it over my world like some liquid medium and swim through it. I read books and poetry, and the world around me slips away like a petty distraction, leaving just me and the words and the world the words make. I stop tuning into all the mundane details about my actual world, I forget to be self conscious or self aware, and I suddenly have access to new realities.

So what if my body is tingling most of the time? so what if I break into laughter/tears at the drop of a pin? So what if my eyes are sinking deep into the pits of my face? I see things anew, and that is worth all the undereyecircle-coverup-makeup in the WORLD.

'snow mystery to me....

****while eating a giant chocolate chip cookie*****mmmmmm******.....

We just had a HUGE snowfall. first of the year. The streets are CHAOS, and the buses are packed with overheating, grumpy people. So, armed with a warm coat, high boots, and some kickass songs on my ipod, I found myself trekking home from work yesterday, and my trek took me past a park...

... and MAN, is it ever fun to walk thru calve-height fluffy white snow!!

easily a hundred times nice than slipsliding along slushy/icy/deathtrap sidewalks.

try it. you'll liiiike it.

Cheer in the most unexpected places!!!

Ok, I'm apologizing in advance for all the christmas themed posts that will likely wind up here. I know it's not 'cool' to love christmas. But i LOVE it with a vehement passion. Soooo much about christmas makes me smile, so it's bound to trickle down to these posts.

anyways.

Last night around 11pm I got on a city bus to take me about 5 mins to my place. (cold + lazy.) What did I discover? The entire bus had been DECORATED FOR CHRISTMAS!!! (yes. im so excited about this i'm yelling.) Red and green balloons were tied to each pole, the front area around the driver was awash with gold and red, fake poinsettas and tinsel garlands. And best of all, the bus driver himself - full of Christmas cheer - was making every passenger take a piece of candy out of a basket when they boarded. And all this on top of usually finding montreal's bus drivers downright surly. not cheerful!!!

It was amazing. I dont know what at that moment could have made me happier...

... and then 30s later i realized I'd taken the bus going in the wrong direction. But i couldnt help feel that somehow fate had intervened and put me on that bus. so i could see it, and smile, and then bring it to you. and you can smile. And that's a whole lot more smiling than if I'd just taken the RIGHT bus in the first place.


holiday hugs to you all :)

sorry for the super crap picture.
I took it on my super crap phone.

Fog gets in your eyes

Fog is like magic.
It's like drinking too much, or being sleepy. It has this ability to limit your senses in an incredibly tangible way, in a way that rubs right up against your nose and sits on your skin. It takes away your ability - or desire - to compose your environment into something comprehensible, something continuous. All we can know of or prove of the world is that which we immediately experience, and in fog, the boundaries of that place become really, really close...... and it's comforting somehow, at least for a short while.