July 13, 2009

I'm back from my week-long escapade around the world. The world, to me, is the southern part of BC and Alberta.

We went to the stampede last week, and we had a great time even though we missed the rodeo. The hypnotist was fascinating to watch. We were rather rebellious and sat in the bleacher seats that cost 60$ when we had only paid 15$ for standing room. We got kicked out twice and had to move, but eventually we found seats that nobody showed up to claim. I felt rather guilty, but got over it after a while. The grandstand show was spectaculous, with all Canadian performers that all did a fantastic show. We ran all the way back to the C-train station (rather difficult in lose flip flops) and raced down the up escalator laughing at our ingeniousness, while the crowd beside us glared. We had to wait for the second train because the first was so packed that you couldn't even tip it on its side and pour sugar in between the people. The second train wasn't very much better, but I ended up with my back against the center pole, hanging onto Daek and gazing romantically into his eyes. Some old lady with too much of the wrong shade of lipstick and matching eyeshadow, kept staring at us with apparent disapproval. When I raised my eyebrows slightly at her she took a second to neatly knit her brow and then turned away and gave her attention to the window. Why does everybody look "out" the window even if you can't see anything? I think those people enjoy their own reflections a little too much.

I threw some of my clothes in the wash an hour ago. The knob is broken on the cycle decision chamber of the washing machine, so I had quite a time trying to be intelligent and figure out how to turn it. Once I did, I left the lid open and stood there watching it fill with water as though there was some significance to my doing so. At that poing I decided that I was going to post that little excursion in my blog for everyone to read, whether they really care or not that I struggled with a large appliance close to my sleeping quarters.

Daily feeling:

I feel happy, because I have purposed not to complain. Complaints only make sad realities seem depressing.

Posted by RJ Haely at 9:13 PM