Day 107 – April 17th

Monday, National Bat Appreciation, Cheeseball, Haiku & Poem in Your Pocket Day,  I awoke to this view

Could do without the excavator, but I digress

Duncan and I did the Smoke Bluff trails, in the rain.

Yeah, nice try, dragons ūüôĄ

Then had a spot of green tea and a read (yes, I’m still reading the hobbit and no,¬†there still¬†isn’t one female character or dog ) before hitting the sky highway back to Vancouver

 

Getting back to the city I was so tired and quasi zen that I almost forgot to celebrate the day literally.

Fortunately, when I looked into what shenanigans I was going to have to fuck around with in my exhausted state, I found this holiday worked out to be a 4 birds 1 stone kinda day.

I thought I would be a total¬†cheeseball (‚úď) and write a haiku (‚úď) about how marvellous bats (‚úď) are, and put the poem in my pocket (‚úď)

Even drew a little picture!
Above and beyond here!
Also who knew there were so many god damned bats in the world

Here’s to hoping no one out there recognizes my hand writing from all the sarcastic¬†notes I leave on people’s cars praising¬†their inconsiderate parking jobs ūü§ě¬†!

 

Day 106 – April 16th

April 16th was Easter Sunday

This was a big to-do in my family, back in the day
The Easter Bunny had a time honoured tradition of hiding all our gifts with a long string attached with your name on the end that you would have to follow all throughout the house and garden.

My sisters and I¬†had one Easter like this as adults, just¬†us and our partners. Our parents were away (up north? the Middle East? not sure). I’m glad we thought to do it.

When Sarah died we tried to arrange it for her children so the tradition would live on, but the person she married has no regard for our thoughts and feelings as demonstrated repeatedly since her death, so that was the end of that.

I awoke this Easter Sunday very depressed thinking about yet another holiday my sister’s children have to¬†celebrate without her.

The more I thought about it the more it angered me and saddened me. It was also National Health Care Decision Day, so thought I would make the decision to look after my mental health by getting the f out of Vancouver and off my phone for the holiday.
I hit the open road headed towards Squamish with Duncan in The Pickle

Once we found parking, having driven from lot to lot to lot for about an hour, we hit the Stawamus Chief trail.

It was much more crowded than I would have liked. And people were falling all over the place, it was cray.  When Duncan and I arrived at the end of the first trail, the view point was only accessible by ladder and/or precarious chain on a wet crumbling rocky ledge thing.
No view was worth losing Duncan over the side, so we had to turn back after all our hard work hiking, vista-less. 

Then we went for the other two chiefs

This trail had way less people on it (yay!) but was way more treacherous (boo). I had to lift Duncan in a few spots and there was most definitely some climbing on hands and knees.

But the view was worth it

I was very pleased I had thought to bring a beer with me

I wore Sarah’s hat most of the way, even though it wasn’t really cold enough to warrant hat wearing. I just know how much she loved BC and the hiking there, I wanted her to maybe vicariously experience it again.

The way back down was easier for the most part, except that Duncan was tired and wouldn’t take the chances he did on the way up so would get stuck. When this happened, he would¬†make this weird growling howl whiney sound, which sounds like this¬†and¬†usually cracks me up, but not when I have to back track up rocky river terrain to save him.

When we got back to The Pickle, Duncan passed out cold while I made pasta.

Good times, although I was very tired and would have liked to have a shower

 

Day 105 – April 15th

This was one of those days where the stars just aligned and celebrating took minimal effort.

National Rubber Eraser Day!

The group I work with at the rehabilitation centre needed more erasers for their art therapy group.
We had only one for the first few sessions, which was shared by ten men by tossing all over the room and then, eventually, by cutting it into smaller pieces.
It was quite pitiful so I went out afterwards and bought 8 more, immediately.

The white kind.
The only kind that really works, amiright?
That’s not some veiled racist joke, I’m talking about those BS pink ones… well not¬†the ones that go on the back of pencils… they seem to do the trick more often than not. But they have to be the bologna pink ones, not the bright pink ones, those just smear.
Who lets those out into the world? Imagine being a rubber eraser factory manager and testing those before going to market and being like “Yup, these will do”.

That guy is an asshole, I can tell you that much.
And it’s definitely a guy, let’s face it.

Anyway, here I am, honestly celebrating the fuck out of them. It’s too bad the art therapy sessions are confidential because I think these are going to be wildly celebrated when I bring them in next week and would make great photo/video content.

Oh well, I will just settle for these hyper stylized iPhone photo shots & a Simpsons quote from Lenny :

Oh ho ho Grimey – classic

Day 104 – April 14th

 

  There, I looked up at the sky, National Look Up At The Sky Day, you happy?
Took photos and everything, looking like a crazy person.

It was also National That Sucks Day.
I had to go to work, which sucks, and also leave cute little cozy Duncan, which also sucks.

I did all the things required me, which felt like a lot

 

Day 103- April 13

National Make Lunch Count Day¬†was founded by some American chain restaurant I’ve never been to, as a gimmicky marketing ploy¬†to up their¬†lunch sales.

Somehow, this campaign weaselled it’s way into my blog concept¬†and¬†had the powers of manipulation over me to make me renegotiate my whole day’s itinerary.

I was at the elementary school practicum placement and discovered that one of my client/children wouldn’t be attending today’s session and thus I would have an extended lunch break

Yippee skippee – was I ever gonna make lunch count today

I got in the Jeep and hauled ass home to spend time with my beloved Duncan

…who was actually getting along just fine without me.

Nevertheless, he joined me while I feasted on the ultimate salad:

..like, just look at it

A riveting salad, indeed, boasting:

quinoa
sesame tofu
brocolli
peppers
red onion
red cabbage
kale
carrots
beets
asparagus
avocado
walnuts
balsamic reduction

Good food, great company. Then, unfortunately, back to school. Bummer.
BUT, I had tickets to see Jane Goodall in the evening

What an incredible person. Charming and clever, brilliant and humble, gentle, kind and thoughtful. I can’t even begin to put into words what an inspiration she is – but if it helps to make a clearer picture, I’ve been doing a much better job cleaning out my recyclables before putting them in the bin and have decided to commit more effort to my vegan-y ways.

I absolutely adored her- may she live forever