This was yet another frazzle dazzle day
I had school all day until 5 and had to get to a store, across town, before it closed at 6 to pick up supplies for my practicum, because it was immediately after school the next day on Monday and there was not an iota of time in between.
It was National Cherish an Antique Day.
I was wiped and the last thing I wanted to do was go find an antique to cherish. Everything is closed or closed earlier than school let out because it was Sunday and because Vancouver is the city that most definitely sleeps.
After rushing about to buy a bunch of art supplies for recovering alcoholics, I got home and had to figure out what to do to celebrate. I am somewhat of an antique aficionado, but have nothing of that nature here in Van city to ‘cherish’.
Then I saw this playful foolish ceramic cat that I bought at a thrift store sitting on our bar cart and decided to assume it an antique.
Isn’t it sweet? I feel like whatever kind of cat this is the feline equivalent to Herman.
It has no MADE IN CHINA insignia on it and it seems old so I think I’m in the clear. Chill, Antique Police.
Also, through my Instagram perusing of all the #nationalcherishanantiqueday posts, I stumbled upon the woman that actually registered the holiday.
It was like meeting a celebrity. Except I didn’t meet her.
In fact she didn’t even respond when I told her that she was awesome for creating a national holiday.
So maybe it was more like seeing one of the cast from Jersey Shore get in a cab from across the street. They are all total d-bags, so I hear.
So one thing that super duper sucks about my program is that they occasionally and sporadically have ‘workshops’ on the weekends, all day, 9 am until 5 pm… even longer than regular school hours, and it’s the worst.
This weekend was one such weekend. I was, as we say in Newfoundland, rotted. If you are unfamiliar with Newfoundland vernacular, I’ll just leave it to your imagination.
It was also my friend Molly’s birthday and National Empanada Day. The groovy Peruvian restaurant that we were going to go to that evening for Birthday celebrations and empanadas couldn’t accommodate 7 people so that was the end of that idea.
I had to settle with merely celebrating National Draw a Picture of a Bird Day, which was this day as well. This worked out great because in my workshop I had to do a visual response to a video we watched.
Knowing my ‘backstory’, the instructor had taken great care in making sure I wasn’t going to be triggered by the video content. She had called me the evening before to check in and even let me take Duncan to class as support.
The video was about a group of women diagnosed with terminal cancer. Fun fact: they are all alive and well at the moment (the video was shot some time ago).
I wasn’t triggered whatsoever. My sister was never diagnosed with terminal cancer. We were lied to the entire process and had no idea what was going on. The doctors were still trying to sort it all out when she died. My sister wasn’t a person ‘living with cancer’ or facing cancer the way these (strong wonderful ) women were. She was diagnosed on a Tuesday evening and died that Friday afternoon. These women are all still around. They got to live. It really wasn’t very similar at all.
When it was over, I drew this bird in response. I really like looking at an image of whatever it is I’m trying to create. I really couldn’t think what a bird looked like off the top of my head and when left to my own devices.
This is what I came up with. It’s ok but that’s all I had time for. I had to run all over the city looking for vanilla cake before dinner at the alternate restaurant. It was rush rush rush then gobble gobble gobble then crash in bed and facing another entire day of school on Sunday – the worst.
In a perfect world, everyday would be a Beer Day.
I’m a real Homer Simpson that way.
Sadly, I had to work that evening so knocking back all the beer I would have liked, was not in the cards.
I did allow myself one Four Winds Saison before my shift which was delightful
It was beautiful, aesthetically speaking, as well.
I would have liked to have gone to a brewery (I have not sampled nearly enough microbrewery fare since relocating to Vancouver and I resent this everyday) and maybe done a tasting on this particular day but time is of the essence these days. School and work and my practicum placements are all consuming plus making time for Duncan has just been 50 shades of cray.
If you are finding my posts a bit lack lustre of late, it’s because they are!
Still plugging through though!