A Canadian from the mountains, who has lived on four different coastal shores in the past 15 years, has now landed in the English countryside. It is here that I take the accumulation of life to date: a mixture of sex, alcohol, yogic philosophy and fat acceptance activism, and apply the lessons I have learned to my daily life.
Monday, March 10, 2008
stormy shiny
There was a storm on the way back from the dentist today. It has raged for a few hours since. The waves are so high that they are pushing the rocks from the beach up past the promenade and onto the grass lawns in front of our house. It has been a hard week this week. I have spent most of it ill and off of work. The cognizant times I have had I have spent making amoebas and paramecium out of felt. Cute little unicellular organisms that I can wear as a broach. It is the sort of thing you do when everything else is hitting the fan. In better news, our tickets to South Africa are booked. Our safari honeymoon is planned, after much research and anxiety, and we are heading off a week after wedding number two. Wedding number one, for those of you who don’t know, was a PVC event (sans family) at the registry office. Shiny shiny.
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