I was drinking when I wrote that last blog entry. (It was awesome, BTW). But, for the record, I'm obviously emotionally dyslexic. It was one of those Rear-View-Windows type deal, where objects can woefully appear not what they seem.
It's grey, cloudy, rainy, cold & shitty outside, and through my open windows, amidst the falling rain, I can hear the grumble of a diesel engine, combined with the urgent bleating of a car alarm going off, so, living in the west end, this can only mean that there is another scofflaw getting towed to Buster's Towing impound yard. I'll say one thing about Vancouver's parking enforcement, much like their distant cousins running the snow removal crews in Montreal, neither cities fuck around with their respective strengths.
This summer was a record breaker, and it might have rained all of 5 days from June to the end of August. Forest fires were rampant, the Province blew their annual budget for the above just a few weeks into the summer, and the flames kept licking at the communities and the wilds of the north all season long. It was so bad, we are now in a Provincial deficit - not just the fires though - also the cost of the Olympics, health care, education, et al. And, with mid-September trends, the warming days are giving way to cloudy skies, from a season full of sunshine will lull us into the fall with its Siren's Song, only to reveal its true, ugly Gorgon head in the dead of winter.
There's trouble all around, the province is broke, the recently elected government has reneged on a lot of promises from their election a few months back, Afghanistan is going to the dogs (poor choice of words there, sorry), Canada may be forced into ANOTHER federal election, the right wing crazies in the US is driving all the crazies even crazier over their incredibly broken health care system which Obama is desperately trying to fix, (while appearing that he and all of us have been getting a lesson of the power of Fox News, and the boiling cauldron of the varying classes, bigotry, and education levels in America). So the forecast calls for basically shitty for the foreseeable future. I've had my ass kicked seven ways from sideways since February, and I really can't wait for this stinking year to be over. This past week was just another exemplary day showcasing the pitfalls, downfalls, and spike-laden-tiger-pits in both categories.
My personal life as previously stated is, well, largely private. It's my own, and the few times I've alluded to specific events has been fraught with peril, because;
1) I'm pretty private,
2) I wind up putting things out there for the world (and the 3 or 4 people who actually KNOW me) to read, but eventually I'll have some 'splainin' to do.
That being said, let's just say that things could be a lot better, and hopefully this will be the last time it's mentioned. I've had a really tough couple of months, and right now, I'm beat up, emotionally exhausted, burnt out, and, I really don't see much of light at the end of any tunnel. (This is referencing again, P&P). I have to work on this, and I hope at my age, a new dog can be taught old tricks - else it's Old Yeller time, but the simple truth is; that maybe I just need to go have a beer with a friend and vent for a little while. Maybe I just need a couple of days off.
Or maybe I just haven't had enough fun.
Some good news though, is that for the first time in my life, I've had to sort of stuck to a diet, (wasn't fat, but getting annoyed at being a little doughy) and I wasn't even a nazi about it either. I just watched what I ate, had a fair amount of exercise, and at the end of it, wound up losing around 10lbs. No bread, potatoes, snacks, no coffee, ate early, and thanks to the loss of the Millennium Falcon V.4.0 - with public transit, I've been walking 2kms a day.
Right now, the tow truck has jackknifed about a 45 degree angle in order to pry his target vehicle out of a tight parking spot, thereby blocking off both lanes of traffic on my street. Traffic has backed up both ways, it's rush hour, and people are anxious to get home. There is a cacophony of all sorts of car horns blaring, and people are yelling at the tow truck guy to move out of the way, and he's swearing right back at all of them. The target car's alarm is going at full force, and the with the roar of the diesels from the tow truck, it's really beginning to harsh my buzz from 4 floors up. (Doesn't anyone know what kind of day / week / month (s) I've had? I've got feelings up here!)
So, in light of all the above, (and also telling my diet to go suck it), tonight, I'm going to smoke some ganja, drink some beer & wine, eat a disgusting chili dog, watch some bad TV, and chase it all down with some chocolate fudge ice cream, all topped off with a healthy dose of pessimism. (Vomiting may or may not occur several hours from now. Call your friends, wake the kids, set your alarms).
Outside, the tow truck finally was finally able to extract the car, and I'm listening to its alarm lose all sense of urgency as the horn (much like a departing fire engine does), dopplers down in pitch & volume all the way down the street, around the corner, and away from here. Leaving just the cloud, cold, rain and me behind.
It's grey, cloudy, rainy, cold & shitty outside, and through my open windows, amidst the falling rain, I can hear the grumble of a diesel engine, combined with the urgent bleating of a car alarm going off, so, living in the west end, this can only mean that there is another scofflaw getting towed to Buster's Towing impound yard. I'll say one thing about Vancouver's parking enforcement, much like their distant cousins running the snow removal crews in Montreal, neither cities fuck around with their respective strengths.
This summer was a record breaker, and it might have rained all of 5 days from June to the end of August. Forest fires were rampant, the Province blew their annual budget for the above just a few weeks into the summer, and the flames kept licking at the communities and the wilds of the north all season long. It was so bad, we are now in a Provincial deficit - not just the fires though - also the cost of the Olympics, health care, education, et al. And, with mid-September trends, the warming days are giving way to cloudy skies, from a season full of sunshine will lull us into the fall with its Siren's Song, only to reveal its true, ugly Gorgon head in the dead of winter.
There's trouble all around, the province is broke, the recently elected government has reneged on a lot of promises from their election a few months back, Afghanistan is going to the dogs (poor choice of words there, sorry), Canada may be forced into ANOTHER federal election, the right wing crazies in the US is driving all the crazies even crazier over their incredibly broken health care system which Obama is desperately trying to fix, (while appearing that he and all of us have been getting a lesson of the power of Fox News, and the boiling cauldron of the varying classes, bigotry, and education levels in America). So the forecast calls for basically shitty for the foreseeable future. I've had my ass kicked seven ways from sideways since February, and I really can't wait for this stinking year to be over. This past week was just another exemplary day showcasing the pitfalls, downfalls, and spike-laden-tiger-pits in both categories.
My personal life as previously stated is, well, largely private. It's my own, and the few times I've alluded to specific events has been fraught with peril, because;
1) I'm pretty private,
2) I wind up putting things out there for the world (and the 3 or 4 people who actually KNOW me) to read, but eventually I'll have some 'splainin' to do.
That being said, let's just say that things could be a lot better, and hopefully this will be the last time it's mentioned. I've had a really tough couple of months, and right now, I'm beat up, emotionally exhausted, burnt out, and, I really don't see much of light at the end of any tunnel. (This is referencing again, P&P). I have to work on this, and I hope at my age, a new dog can be taught old tricks - else it's Old Yeller time, but the simple truth is; that maybe I just need to go have a beer with a friend and vent for a little while. Maybe I just need a couple of days off.
Or maybe I just haven't had enough fun.
Some good news though, is that for the first time in my life, I've had to sort of stuck to a diet, (wasn't fat, but getting annoyed at being a little doughy) and I wasn't even a nazi about it either. I just watched what I ate, had a fair amount of exercise, and at the end of it, wound up losing around 10lbs. No bread, potatoes, snacks, no coffee, ate early, and thanks to the loss of the Millennium Falcon V.4.0 - with public transit, I've been walking 2kms a day.
Right now, the tow truck has jackknifed about a 45 degree angle in order to pry his target vehicle out of a tight parking spot, thereby blocking off both lanes of traffic on my street. Traffic has backed up both ways, it's rush hour, and people are anxious to get home. There is a cacophony of all sorts of car horns blaring, and people are yelling at the tow truck guy to move out of the way, and he's swearing right back at all of them. The target car's alarm is going at full force, and the with the roar of the diesels from the tow truck, it's really beginning to harsh my buzz from 4 floors up. (Doesn't anyone know what kind of day / week / month (s) I've had? I've got feelings up here!)
So, in light of all the above, (and also telling my diet to go suck it), tonight, I'm going to smoke some ganja, drink some beer & wine, eat a disgusting chili dog, watch some bad TV, and chase it all down with some chocolate fudge ice cream, all topped off with a healthy dose of pessimism. (Vomiting may or may not occur several hours from now. Call your friends, wake the kids, set your alarms).
Outside, the tow truck finally was finally able to extract the car, and I'm listening to its alarm lose all sense of urgency as the horn (much like a departing fire engine does), dopplers down in pitch & volume all the way down the street, around the corner, and away from here. Leaving just the cloud, cold, rain and me behind.
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