Well, no destinys child. Pretty desolate down in that neck of the woods even though its so crammed with highrises. Thing is, there is absolutely nothing else around there except these new glass towers, so I guess you never see people out in the streets.
They drive their beemer into the underground parkade, and shuttle their louis vuitton bags onto the elevater down there to spike them up to their little honeycomb catacomb suite in the sky.
The work day didnt go as well as planned, Other than meeting up with coolheart and Leah for a few drinks on my home from work, (which was really a refreshing break) I worked through to around 11:00 last night, then got up this morning to continue at it from around 5:30 am onward. Everything ended up being a bit of a clusterfuck once I got to the site however, nobody really knew what anybody else was doing, and it just went bad from there.
No biggie, really, but I was starting to freak out a little bit by around 1:00. I was supposed to be out of there no later than noon, and if I ended up working a full day today, the only remotely Christmassy thing that I was going to be doing was going to not happen, I didnt really want to contemplate that.
My armpit muse, Trish emailed me earlier this week saying something cryptic about really wanting to see me before Christmas, as she had something for me. Damn, I hadnt even thought about any of that stuff this year for me or anybody else. I guess I got caught up in this Scheiewind
, and let the seasonal spirit completely pass me by.
I emailed her back saying just that, and then thanked her because I realized that I SHOULDNT let the season pass me by, and I needed to stop and look at the lights.
She emailed me back this:
Ok kitten my Christmas thoughts are not meant to put you on the spot and create a pressure to reciprocate. In a way my Christmas things to you are a way for me to be with you on a day that is important to me. My gift and little Christmas business is not big or costly it is just my way to share this time with you. The glitch is I would really like for you to have this stuff on Christmas morning because that is kid stuff and magic. I would only need about hour at your place and I would come late and do it all while you were having a shower or something. Any possibility? I know you are under a deadline but maybe I need to do at 1:00 am just like Santa. See if you can slip me in somewhere. It wont kill you lovely it might just hurt a bit
Man, I just Love that woman. I met her almost immediately upon moving to Vancouver, back in what, 89? Yeah, I was 21, she was 26. We were boyfriend girlfriend for about 3 months, and I broke up with her because she was so busy that I would never see her more than once every 3 weeks and I wanted more than that. She is the only person left here now that can ground me to my past. Ground me to who I am.
Anyways, as it turned out, she could only find a 2 hour window to make it over here and that had to be today between 3 and 5, and I so much wanted (needed?) to see her before tomorrow. If I was still working at the theatre installation past 4, I was going to completely miss out on my Trish and Christmas thing, and yeah, I was freakin out inside.
Well, the Christmas angels musta been on my side, because almost miraculously, the entire installation seemed to just fall into place at 1:15. Done. Wow and whew.
I got home by 2:00 to maniacally clean up before Trish got here, because the last three weeks I had been unable to get inspired to do just that.
She showed up just after I had finally found the hardwood floor again, and had begun to mop. I felt like I was covered in dust, sweat and incense ash and I ran downstairs to let her in.
When we got up the stairs into my apartment, I wanted to give her a hug, but I actually felt dirty and sweaty enough that I didnt allow myself to do that.
hey, in your email you suggested something about me having a shower while you did whatever it was you wanted to do..? Well Ive been frantically cleaning, and I feel really really gross. I am going to take you up on that if you dont mind
please honey, you what you need to do she says. She has three big white plastic bags with her.
I jumped in the shower.
Feeling much more human about 15 minutes later, I emerged clean, shaved and smellin good. I went into the bedroom (where I had actually just stacked all the shit that was all over the living room) and changed. I came back out into my living room around the corner, about to get that hug now, and I stopped dead in mid stride.
Fuck, the tears were rimming up around the edges of my eyes faster than I could even feel them coming on.
Yeah, I know. I cry. So what.
Shed wrapped coloured Christmas lights around my yucca plant in the corner, and shed hand sewed a red stocking with a big green S on the front of it, it was hanging from my easel in the corner and it is full of something. On the chair beside the yucca were three small boxes, all wrapped with happy little snowmen and snowflakes and cartoon christmas trees and stacked against each other.
A new and tiny Christmas corner for me.
I turned and looked over at her. She was sitting on the couch giving Morgan a massage.
She was looking up at me and smiling that smile she has, its like shes not smiling at all, but I know she is, if that makes any sense. Morgan was leaning up against her, his eyes were closed and he was doing that low grumble/growl sound that is actually his purr.
I know what youre feeling, buddy I thought to him.
I couldnt seem to say anything, but I walked up to the couch and reached down for her hands, she put them in mine and I pulled her up to me into a hug. I wanted to say something like like anything. My head was over her shoulder, my lips beside her ear, and I wanted to even just say thank you, but my voicebox seemed to be stuck in some weird clamp of some sort and I couldnt seem to break it.
Voice. .. . not working. .cant make . Sound
I was totally caught off guard by my reaction.
Well, at least my chest wasnt heaving in those tell tale spasms.
I just hugged her for a while, alternating in stronger grips of her body against mine, and I hoped for my eyes to fuckin stop it before we broke that embrace and moved back far enough to look at eachother. Course, that never happened, but thankfully she doesnt care bout stuff like that.
Well, time as usual sped past, and it seemed like before we even began to speak, the bell rang 5 and she had to go. We walked out into the back alley, and she reached out to grab my hand. I walked her up to the bus stop, holding hands up Bute, and of course the bus was more timely than it ever should be and I gave her a final hug before she went home to her boyfriend and their Christmas eve dinner.
Then I walked across the street to the liquor store, bought some Rum, Guinness and a bottle of white wine for my turkey dinner tomorrow night. (the WINE for my turkey dinner.. the other booze is for the rest of the season)
I stopped at the loonie store and picked up three more of those tall glass jesus candles that burn for like 3 days and came back home.
As soon as I walked in and looked at my little Christmas corner here again, I forgot about all that other shit.
Man, I love that woman. This would be such a beautiful world if more people were like her, and thats exactly what I told her in her Christmas card.
They drive their beemer into the underground parkade, and shuttle their louis vuitton bags onto the elevater down there to spike them up to their little honeycomb catacomb suite in the sky.
The work day didnt go as well as planned, Other than meeting up with coolheart and Leah for a few drinks on my home from work, (which was really a refreshing break) I worked through to around 11:00 last night, then got up this morning to continue at it from around 5:30 am onward. Everything ended up being a bit of a clusterfuck once I got to the site however, nobody really knew what anybody else was doing, and it just went bad from there.
No biggie, really, but I was starting to freak out a little bit by around 1:00. I was supposed to be out of there no later than noon, and if I ended up working a full day today, the only remotely Christmassy thing that I was going to be doing was going to not happen, I didnt really want to contemplate that.
My armpit muse, Trish emailed me earlier this week saying something cryptic about really wanting to see me before Christmas, as she had something for me. Damn, I hadnt even thought about any of that stuff this year for me or anybody else. I guess I got caught up in this Scheiewind
, and let the seasonal spirit completely pass me by.
I emailed her back saying just that, and then thanked her because I realized that I SHOULDNT let the season pass me by, and I needed to stop and look at the lights.
She emailed me back this:
Ok kitten my Christmas thoughts are not meant to put you on the spot and create a pressure to reciprocate. In a way my Christmas things to you are a way for me to be with you on a day that is important to me. My gift and little Christmas business is not big or costly it is just my way to share this time with you. The glitch is I would really like for you to have this stuff on Christmas morning because that is kid stuff and magic. I would only need about hour at your place and I would come late and do it all while you were having a shower or something. Any possibility? I know you are under a deadline but maybe I need to do at 1:00 am just like Santa. See if you can slip me in somewhere. It wont kill you lovely it might just hurt a bit
Man, I just Love that woman. I met her almost immediately upon moving to Vancouver, back in what, 89? Yeah, I was 21, she was 26. We were boyfriend girlfriend for about 3 months, and I broke up with her because she was so busy that I would never see her more than once every 3 weeks and I wanted more than that. She is the only person left here now that can ground me to my past. Ground me to who I am.
Anyways, as it turned out, she could only find a 2 hour window to make it over here and that had to be today between 3 and 5, and I so much wanted (needed?) to see her before tomorrow. If I was still working at the theatre installation past 4, I was going to completely miss out on my Trish and Christmas thing, and yeah, I was freakin out inside.
Well, the Christmas angels musta been on my side, because almost miraculously, the entire installation seemed to just fall into place at 1:15. Done. Wow and whew.
I got home by 2:00 to maniacally clean up before Trish got here, because the last three weeks I had been unable to get inspired to do just that.
She showed up just after I had finally found the hardwood floor again, and had begun to mop. I felt like I was covered in dust, sweat and incense ash and I ran downstairs to let her in.
When we got up the stairs into my apartment, I wanted to give her a hug, but I actually felt dirty and sweaty enough that I didnt allow myself to do that.
hey, in your email you suggested something about me having a shower while you did whatever it was you wanted to do..? Well Ive been frantically cleaning, and I feel really really gross. I am going to take you up on that if you dont mind
please honey, you what you need to do she says. She has three big white plastic bags with her.
I jumped in the shower.
Feeling much more human about 15 minutes later, I emerged clean, shaved and smellin good. I went into the bedroom (where I had actually just stacked all the shit that was all over the living room) and changed. I came back out into my living room around the corner, about to get that hug now, and I stopped dead in mid stride.
Fuck, the tears were rimming up around the edges of my eyes faster than I could even feel them coming on.
Yeah, I know. I cry. So what.
Shed wrapped coloured Christmas lights around my yucca plant in the corner, and shed hand sewed a red stocking with a big green S on the front of it, it was hanging from my easel in the corner and it is full of something. On the chair beside the yucca were three small boxes, all wrapped with happy little snowmen and snowflakes and cartoon christmas trees and stacked against each other.
A new and tiny Christmas corner for me.
I turned and looked over at her. She was sitting on the couch giving Morgan a massage.
She was looking up at me and smiling that smile she has, its like shes not smiling at all, but I know she is, if that makes any sense. Morgan was leaning up against her, his eyes were closed and he was doing that low grumble/growl sound that is actually his purr.
I know what youre feeling, buddy I thought to him.
I couldnt seem to say anything, but I walked up to the couch and reached down for her hands, she put them in mine and I pulled her up to me into a hug. I wanted to say something like like anything. My head was over her shoulder, my lips beside her ear, and I wanted to even just say thank you, but my voicebox seemed to be stuck in some weird clamp of some sort and I couldnt seem to break it.
Voice. .. . not working. .cant make . Sound
I was totally caught off guard by my reaction.
Well, at least my chest wasnt heaving in those tell tale spasms.
I just hugged her for a while, alternating in stronger grips of her body against mine, and I hoped for my eyes to fuckin stop it before we broke that embrace and moved back far enough to look at eachother. Course, that never happened, but thankfully she doesnt care bout stuff like that.
Well, time as usual sped past, and it seemed like before we even began to speak, the bell rang 5 and she had to go. We walked out into the back alley, and she reached out to grab my hand. I walked her up to the bus stop, holding hands up Bute, and of course the bus was more timely than it ever should be and I gave her a final hug before she went home to her boyfriend and their Christmas eve dinner.
Then I walked across the street to the liquor store, bought some Rum, Guinness and a bottle of white wine for my turkey dinner tomorrow night. (the WINE for my turkey dinner.. the other booze is for the rest of the season)
I stopped at the loonie store and picked up three more of those tall glass jesus candles that burn for like 3 days and came back home.
As soon as I walked in and looked at my little Christmas corner here again, I forgot about all that other shit.
Man, I love that woman. This would be such a beautiful world if more people were like her, and thats exactly what I told her in her Christmas card.
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I just saw Morgie!