I was up super early today thanks to jet lag from the four and half hour time zone difference I am adjusting to. I took some pictures of the terrible state of affairs that my desk was in because it is National Clean Off Your Desk Day.
I am presently sitting at my freshly cleaned table that is used as a desk with Duncan on my lap, sipping my Apricot cocktail and listening to soothing forest sounds ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OdIJ2x3nxzQ ) trying to unwind from the stressful day that I had.
It was my first day back at school. I had missed the first session back due to flight drama so here I was, a day ‘behind’ in Art Therapy class. I struggle with the group art therapy sessions that we have to do because I really don’t feel comfortable with the other people in the program. Quite frankly, the others all seem to have very basic, non tomultuous lives that are intangible to mine. But today, I was prompted by my instructor and I ended up disclosing Sarah’s death for the first time to these people. And it went exactly as I had anticipated; no one could knew what to do or say, so no one made eye contact and spoke to me thereafter.
Immediately after that, my husband calls saying our crazy tenant is moving out because she is convinced the house is going to get broken into again despite the elaborate alarm system that has been installed. Her dog sets it off regularly and she is convinced this is never the case, but rather the same guy who originally broke in, back to get her laptop. Right.
This is very stressful financially because Vancouver is outrageous to rent in. It’s not like the blog money is rolling in. Without the rental income we are completely screwed. James was livid but had to end the phone call abruptly because he had just arrived at the hospital and was about to get an update about Melvin’s condition.
So I spent the whole afternoon class going out of my skin about what the news could be about his treatment options and about our financial ruination…
HAPPY NATIONAL STATIC ELECTRICITY DAY, NATIONAL CLEAN OFF YOUR DESK DAY & NATIONAL APRICOT DAY!
I came home and called two of my best fellow landlord friends. I put them on speaker phone while I methodically cleaned off the desk. They assured me tenants always do this, two months notice is plenty of time to get a new tenant, they are willing to help with photos and showings, etc etc. With each favour and piece of sage wisdom they offered, a piece of desk debris was put away somewhere it belonged. As the ideas of how to solve the problem poured in, the accumulated layer of dust and glitter was wiped away. The metaphor was strong in this one.
I decided, based on sound advice, to take a load off of James plate by contacting the tenant myself. I wanted to let her know what James is going through and to ask her to deal with me from here on out regarding the matter. That went relatively well. She’s still quite crazy and still moving out but I am honestly glad to be rid of her because she was a nuisance.
After this I went to Whole Foods on an Apricot hunt. They are not in season nor genetically modified to be around despite that. So I managed to find Apricot juice by Ceres.
I came home, mowed down on the macaroni and cheese I picked up as well, and then whipped up this elaborate National Apricot Day Cocktail:
- 1ish oz vodka
- 2 oz apricot juice
- top with Perrier
- frozen mixed berries
Could I have added a sprig of rosemary or some elderflower extract? Probably. Maybe lemon or used brandy instead? Sure could’ve. Shaken it? Garnished it? Rimmed it? You bethca.
At this stage in the day, however, I just really needed a drink and National Apricot Day offered me that opportunity. So thank you, National Apricot Day! I’m on my second one now and feeling no pain!
It’s really hard to celebrate when things are so god damn awful but vodka totally helps. As for National Static Electricity Day, it can go fuck itself, I’m going night riding at Cypress!
(photo by Meg Robichaud)