
Thursday, January 11, 2007
January 11, 2007

January 10, 2007

Otherwise, day three of my four days off has come to an end. Fare thee well, vacation, fare thee well.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
January 9, 2007
Here I continue in the semi-conscious, in a tired outfit of fleece. Here's to building up an immunity!
Monday, January 8, 2007
January 8, 2007

January 7, 2007

I skated this shift with one of the new employees who, at 26, is a mother to three children. And while I can easily see myself married by that age and while my own mother had two children at 26, I can think of nothing more horrifying than toddlers, finger paints and diaper genies in six years. Right now all I want in six years is a loft, a great pair of boots and an old bottle of wine. And all this from a pair of skates. Who knew?
January 6, 2007

This is a picture of my favourite television show, Sex and the City, playing on my laptop. I own all seven dvd sets, worn down by wear so much that the cases have all long broken. I know this show by heart, have memorized the shape of the scenes, the outfits, the intonnations of dialogue. To me, this is more than a show--it is a way of life that I can envision myself in. The clothes, the city, the careers...they are electrifying. This show represents what I have wished for, as a writer to write such clever dialogue, or to be as successful as Carrie and publish a novel, to such relationships with my friends, my loves.
My educated self says that this is the plan all along, mass marketed to sell higher ratings. But the wide-eyed dreamer in me does not care. For anything that incites such hope and happiness can't be all bad.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
January 5, 2007

The notion of community is very slippery. I wrote an essay on what is community when I was 16 as part of an entry form for this national conference I wanted to attend in New Brunswick. I wrote about how community is not limited to streets and avenues, neighbourhoods or even income. A community forms and grows to create and define itself everyday--it is based on people and their relationships, which is the most fundamental part of the human existence. I often wonder how much of an impact growing up in this community has had on me. I wonder how I would be different if I had worked, played sports or gone to school amongst different people.
Today I worked at both jobs, teaching skating at the local rink and serving food at a nearby restaurant. Both are no more than five minutes from my house by car and thus, neatly nestled within my community. I walked to the rink today and this picture was taken just before my neighbour, a cop whose children I babysat for many years, drove by and offered to drive me the rest of the way. I am so glad that where I grew up, this neighbourly gesture is commonplace, safe and welcomed. The paper today boasted warnings to women who use mass transit (me!?) that an extremely violent purse snatcher is on the loose on the eastside. Not that this miscreant would try to lure me into his vehicle, or that my community is by any means violence-free. However, today I was able to walk out the front doors of the restaurant I work at, at 11:40pm through the darkness and hail, to my car without concern. How sad is it when that becomes an accomplishment and a blessing?
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