there has been no internet at my house for going on 30 hours now, and i have found myself at the public library like my freelancing days. it’s been inconvenient and charming, especially since i discovered upon arrival that i didn’t have to schlep my heavy laptop and charger since there are free machines all over the place. the library is bright and whimsical and i found the latest issue of the atlantic and some selected a workout dvd from the cringy selection but hey-no internet means no fiton (sad panda), though i am great-full for the ocean footage of the meditation video that i watched for the first time with my eyes open because i’m at the library, which is not responsible for lost articles and thangs. i was greeted by the not-so-gentle snoring of a patron in a chair and smiled at the futile attempt to shush a hoard of tweens coming into the mainspace from their basement program area while i read the events wall, because good things happen to those who read event walls and poles.
i’m great-full for the fact that i slept in to 7:49 am this morning, and then beyond that to 9:15 because the house is actually quite quiet without its youngest inhabitant, who is doing fabulously at daycare, actually. i’m great-full that after a packed weekend of shooting miikshi and last 1/3 shifts at the east end location of the butcher shop, i had the time to get my letter on.
i’m great-full for the revelation that while my genus of writer is poet, the medium of my forte is the letter, and today is all about the letters. i have a stack of paper letters that need replies, i’m going to send out my email invites to the free drop-in session of the workshop, and i am forever changed by the impact of customer service letters (both written and received). in fact, my instinct is to tell my favourite remaining nordstrom employee to rip the letter that i wrote in off the door in the staff room before the doors shut for the last time (RIP best public washroom in the downtown core). i could also write him another.
i’m great-full for terry o’reilly‘s this i know-marketing lessons of under the influence that i’m realizing that i’ve already read, but like the show episodes, they are always good for a re-listen. i’m inspired to offer my services to collab on the story element of peoples’ passion projects, and i’m great-full for the wind of change that has blown in with march-i’m feeling buoyed by the spirit of making things happen.
speaking of, i’m great-full for the moments to reunite with the crew of our little puppet show that could. it’s kind of hard to believe that we last shot in 2020, but it’s amazing that we can all just flip back into that same rhythm of work mode where we’re inspired to make the very best show possible. and what an absolute pleasure it is to do it-i had a moment when we had actually wrapped when i organized our costume resources and worked to improve our existing our costumes. beyonce remixes and jessie reyes songs by my request (as well as nsync‘s “gone” which actually brought a tear to my eye) were the soundtrack of the joy of working on a micro project that supports a micro macro one. there really is no better thing than to just walk into a room and try a thing. how else do we know what we can and cannot do, other than to try?
i’m great-full for the death, sex and money podcast which was my soundtrack to paint by number to this morning as i putt-putted. it’s a genius way to make podcasts about just about everything, as those umbrella topics cover so much-my favourite is when music is a special guest star, but i can just let four or five episodes run, and my attention is held and ideas are expanded and challenged. today’s question-does the internet allow us to be more public? or more private?
i’m great-full for the (duck) confit pork belly that i sliced and toaster ovened to drape over a 50/50 spinach/ramen mix with kimchi before i traveled to work remotely today. i’m great-full for the change of scenery, and for the opportunity to hear how my computer speakers sound in my ears-these earbuds don’t work in my phone anymore, but they plug into my laptop, which has long been hooked up to an external speaker, so the nuances of the songs in my itunes have slipped past me for a long time. although the shuffle seems to be strongly favouring remy shand…
i’m great-full for the melting snow and sunshine. it’s been nonsense to dig myself out of my apartment thrice this week, but i still maintain that it’s better than getting all of the season’s allotted snow in one single day like we did last year.
i’m great-full for the fact that MMB has now walked into my workplace unawares twice in this lifetime (and that our paths have likely crossed in a million past ones) and that it happened just after i gave my notice. i’m glad for the reunion with someone that i thought i had lost lost, and i’m glad that she’s in good health and back in the city. turns out, some people don’t die, they just move to hamilton, and furthermore, sometimes people come back from hamilton. huh.
i’m great-full for the fact that KMA, on the same day, finally came in at a time that i was also there-we usually have missed each other by a few hours every time. she spoke of a dream that she had of her mother heckling her, and truly, there are no accidents.
i’m great-full for my guy, and the fact that we will resume our weekend together this saturday/sunday. i’m great-full that he’s healing well, that we got to have a lunch break together yesterday, and that he’s sending us to see ari lennox tonight
i’m great-full for montreal-i love that the connections that i made through the chaos of the three years that i lived there have extended into the relationships that have inspired me, sustained me, and reminded me to keep coming home to myself ever since. i’m great-full for the chances to celebrate two of those friendships last week, and adding to our list of shared milestones.
i’m great-full that i get to be me, choose me, love me, and i do. i absolutely do.
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