Induced by Cider & Wine

I've got my front door open to 12th avenue
and there's some warbly tunes playing in the background, like a record slowing and quickening and here I'm sitting waiting for that bottle of wine to open itself.
Today I squinted into the sun with a mouthful of cider, whilst listening to rap, no less. I sat on a cushy grass bed blanketed with a crocheted throw with said blades poking through the eye holes. Knowwhaddimean?
I finished the crossword and sudoku. I watched a little girl giggle around with a pointy red hood - laughing and falling round an empty cement pool. Her mother wearing a baggy military jacket and a soft bun on the top of her skull.
When you hear that Bob Seger song you know I'll be long gone...

I sat with a new friend talking about old things. White kids listening to black music.
I frequently found myself thinking of the days back home when some friends and I would sit in the park listening to Dre and smoking grass. The same shades of green that I saw when I was stoned then stay with me today. I still find myself gazing off into the nothingness of the vivid colouring, thinking of a time past when I had a warm, fuzzy brain and rolled in the grass, laughing until my back hurt, until I couldn't find a way to stay, until I didn't know if I'd ever get home.

My life doesn't mean much these days - yesterday my goal was to find out just how long it took to walk around the Stanley Park seawall (1 hr 45 m).
I'm sure my new job starts in about a week, but until then I am rendered to my own company, and the company of those I see on a near daily basis, whom I don't need to have an especially real conversation with because we already know what each other have been up to. I like that, the silence. It's like being with family. Mind you, I am starting to get restless and am in fear of getting a bit depressed.

I haven't left the house at all today. I had to shut the radio off, CBC was driving me absolutely mad (gas prices are through the roof, Jian interviewing Shania Twain).

I baked a coffee cake and cleaned the bathroom. I read some, and changed twice in preparation for leaving the house at some point.

I had a bath. I steamed peas and ate them with butter and salt. I made hot chocolate and drank it by the spoonful as I did when I was little.

Tomorrow's a whole new day.

'Unca Biff! Watch me do the split.'
Gently he set Baby on her feet again. She curved both arms above her head and her feet slid slowly in opposite directions on the yellow waxed floor. In a moment she was seated with one leg stretched straight in front of her and one behind. She posed with her arms held at a fancy angle, looking sideways at the wall with a sad expression.

- from The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers.

This is not (by far) the most meaningful quote from the novel, but I love how it captures the way kids can seem so weird and wonderful while performing.