You might even be interested where have I been in the last 2 months, if you don't just exit now - on certain distasteful sites they say "take me somewhere else". Never quite understood why some one would get near enough to entering such sites to then opt for the above choice. Possibly they have some real nastiness up their sleeves if you make this selection.
The answer is, however, I've been nowhere - rumour has it I'm going off island tomorrow. This is very unnerving and makes me wish it already has occurred. Some people fear that I might build a home of twigs in the bushes and wander into town once a year. It will depend who's in the twigged haven.
Let's start with the standard topics: the housing front. There seems to always be one being recommended at committee stage as though we are functionairies of the government responsible for the living arrangements of the elderly.
The Belvedere sold, though we are renting it back whilst working on the next project. The new place is all bit of the same old.; empty house, rectangular and square rooms with no furniture. Typical Canadian 1980's styling - and didn't the Canuck Design Club have a way about them? Because of their lack of taste things now are in a real mess. Its a shame murder squads are outlawed - reality shows on how to renovate your home is theatre managed by vermin; literally out of control.
To get an idea of how dreadful the situation is here in the provinces there is now a TV show featuring those horrific gay b'tards from Scotland (Colin & Justin) with a mandate to rid Canada of ugly homes one at a time. Just focusing on the 80's could take a millennium.
We've got to hand it to them though - when gays get going the going is similar to a repugnant Canadian comedy show from Winnipeg, Toronto or some backwater called Montreal. If anyone saw the Gemini Awards (CAD TV Self Congratulatory Evening) they will understand what is being referred to. Let's say its just a waste of electricity and a difinitive reason for the use of nuclear warheads.
Okay!!! - I can just heard my dear friends saying "If you don't like it go back" - from hence forward I'll be nice to my fellow Canuckers. Wouldn't that just rhyme with some of the finer words of the English vocabulary. Now I fear that I may be obtaining my material from a pathetic source rather than the preferred abhorrent one. Being rude has no style but being abhorrent is just so much more a focused state of mind
When touring about looking for homes we ended up with a little theme song, very much not in the mode of Jack Kerouac as it once featured on "Three's Company" - come on lets sing it: "Come and knock on our door, we've been waiting for you" ......... and now the door: (note the glass etching - makes me itch)
Here's some lovely boring pics of 220 Mobrae - you'll see what I mean by the "same old"
Don't they just turn the ole' crank?! I'm definitely going to miss the view from Saltspring Way but the deal is not to get attached.
Just in case you haven't noticed, the melancholy season draws around us as the lights flicker earlier in the gleam of the setting sun on the Pacific. Brother moon rises high and recalls jack o'lanterns of our "pied pipered" adolescence. The last notes of this year's violin are played out as we don our coats with high necks and hats held on by chilled hands. It's autumn and death nears as we enter the month of remembrance. All Saints and Souls days are acknowledged as we light candles for those gone before. A time of golden light and dark nights; I'm going to stop now before any of this starts to make sense.
I was thinking, as I put on my ceremonial Sikh sword and Buddhist henna facial this morning along with my Franciscan robes and removing the last accessory donned by which I was acknowledging the important influence of Coco Chanel and Ugly Betty, that an unguent and unctuous fashion statement needs to be found in everything we do. Go on make the effort.
Px
PS to my non-Canadian readers. Some of this may have not made sense - be assured you're not missing much.
