Day 108 – April 18

Animal Cracker Day!

Now, if you ask me, these guys are totally a cookie.
But whatevs.
Who am I to tell a baked good what I think they are.
To each their own.

You’d think my favourite would be the elephant. But it’s not.
Gorilla hands down.  He just looks so damn pleasant.

Animal Crackers are also vegan, FYI… as am I for the time being.

Now these cookies, I mean, crackers, are great with Nutella.
But that shit is full of palm oil and cow puss so today, I decided to try them with a cashew mylk chai latte instead.

My instincts were on point. Chai latte + Animal Crackers = Match made in cruelty free heaven

To make your own at home you will need

Brew some super strong chai tea. Add some maple syrup and cinnamon. If you have an espresso machine with a steamer, combine the tea and the cashew mylk and steam. If not just combine the two and heat on the stove. Feel free to use an immersion blender or milk frother to get some foam going.

Garnish with a cinnamon stick or a sprinkling of cinnamon and voila.

 

 

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 🙄

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 (✓) and write a haiku (✓) about how marvellous bats (✓) are, and put the poem in my pocket (✓)

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 🤞 !

 

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

 

 

Day 102- April 12

What can I say about Liquorice? Especially on National Liquorice day?

First off, I had no idea there was a ‘q’ in there until autocorrect started going off about it.

Secondly, I could live without it.

Especially the black kind. Who the f eats that???

I managed to score a handful of the red kind at the candy kiosk at the Granville Island Farmer’s Market today during my lunch break.

It wasn’t your standard issue Twizzlers, let me assure you. I don’t know where it came from or what flavour it was supposed to be but it served it’s purpose today as I snapped these glossy red photos before heading to my volunteering gig.

I may have bought too little, photographically speaking, as I felt limited in what I could do with it…

…however I felt I may have bought too much, ingestingly speaking – heavy on the plastic flavour and texture… especially coming off the tail of a two week raw vegan stint… better luck next time, random red liquorice !

Day 101 – April 11

Oh how it pained me to not have Herman with me on this particular holiday. I know he is missing me terribly back home in St. John’s. Most definitely.

You can see it in his eyes!!

T’was National Pet Day so I had to take out all my love and affection and celebrational energy on little Duncan.

 

The day involved a two hour walk around Kitsilano with Kathleen and some peanut butter doggy treats.
No complaints on Duncan’s end!

D A Y 1 0 0

Wowzers

100 days of steady celebrations

I must be insane.

I feel insane

I began this plight because I didn’t know what else to do with myself.

It was literally either this or medication.

I’m not anti medication and I have 0 judgement about people who take meds.
I just felt, for a very long time, that I was supposed to feel the way I feel.

You can’t, and shouldn’t, lose your sister and just drug the experience away. I had to face it. I chose to feel every inch of the agony. And I did.

But it was getting to a point, undoubtedly escalated by my father-in-law Melvin’s terminal diagnosis, that I didn’t know how I could possibly continue without some help from above or beyond.

And I chose, rather than pharm-ing my way out, to torture myself even further, by ‘celebrating’ my way out.

I can’t say for sure if it’s working or not.
All I know is that I’m still here, and that has to stand for something.

Eating Oysters Rockefeller was without a doubt the worst.
Going For Broke was definitely the biggest hassle.
I learned Bloody Mary’s aren’t the worst thing you can drink (Hot Buttered Rums are),

I’ve managed to celebrated through day long air travel days, weekend long workshops and funerals. I’ve celebrated with strangers and friends, alone and with my dog. I’ve baked more and cooked more than I ever have before.

I’ve written. I’ve written and written and written.
Pretty much everyday or bulk writing to catch up every couple days.
People have even told me I’m good at it.

I’ve eaten more sweets than every before.
I now know what a Sticky Bun is, as well as a Baked Alaska.

I’ve rekindled the flames of my love for photography. Art school photography was so focused on film development and technicalities of printing, I felt robbed of the potential fun. Going digital has enabled me to really experiment with composition and staging. I absolutely love it… except when I have 500 other things to do, which is oft.

Day 100 of Celebrating Everyday… Literally landed on National Siblings Day

I did the math and it’s 921 days since I lost Sarah. The world lost Sarah. I haven’t stopped wishing for a second that it wasn’t so.

I spent the day going through the few things I have left of her

…a note from her student

..the stub from last movie we ever saw together

…her fertility mug that worked all too well

…a grocery list left in a purse I inherited

…origami t-rex Christmas ornament she gave me

…her contact lenses in case she comes back so she can see

..her ashes that I keep in a Matryoshka doll

old photos… cuz there sure as fuck aren’t any ‘new’ photos…

All in all a painful milestone

Happy Sibling’s Day, everyone else!

Tomorrow – National Pet Day 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 99 – April 9

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.