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Two unrelated experiences with elders since i got back to Mtl:

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1. Yesterday i took a sunny walk to the grocery store at the end of block to buy eggs and rice cakes and tomatoes. It was an epic self brunch kind of afternoon. As I walked I stretched and did some leg lift exercises. Better out in the fresh air than inside. I was feeling good, happy that my leg didn’t feel too bad, that I was just strollin along without thinking about pain. As I raised my head from a particularly luxurious bend over stretch an oldish lady said, what’s wrong? Is it your back? I said no I’m just doing some exercises for my knee. Smiling. Not feeling annoyed yet. Then she reprimanded me for not taking a cane. Yes friends, she yelled at me: il faut prendre ta canne! Ta canne! And demonstrated what she meant by charade showing me an air cane. Then I went and bought groceries.

2. As I was coming out of Beaubien metro today on my way to a scooter rental place, with the hopes of driving one home, you know i don’t like to wait, an 80 something lady asked if she could help me as I heaved my bag over my shoulder after getting off the escalator. It was a long commute and one that I undertook planning to do one way, and with the promise of not walking much the next few days. I knew it would fuck my knee up. I said no thanks I’m ok. Then we struck up a conversation. She noticed I was an anglophone (speaking french) and asked where i was from, said i had a beautiful accent, to which i responded, that’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me! She asked my what i ‘had’ and then we talked arthritis, anti-inflammatories and age non-expected body types, she expressed that she knew something wasn’t ‘normal’ when she saw such a young girl with a cane. I told her perhaps it was not normal for many but its very normal for me. She said i had a beautiful smile, and she supposed i couldn’t work given my ‘maladie’. So nice and sweet and discriminatory at the same time:/ She hugged me and said, tu es courageuse! (You’re courageous!) I said thank you and take care. We walked our separate ways. Slowly. With our canes. A normal interaction for an abnormal reason.

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thefrenemy:

-when you really don’t want to go to the thing

-when you know there is no freakin’ way you are going to be up that early

-when it’s late enough to take a cab, not walk or take the subway

-“Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, I’m just not interested.” In a perfect world, we would…

Omg sooo gooood!!! Life advice:)

Good Times To Say No

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I killed a man! Just kidding.. Just collateral damage of a sunday night manicure:) hilarious! Well my kitchen smells an awful lot like nail polish remover and there’s a pinkish hue on a few tiles, but eees awwwwll good. Thumbs up for hot red:)

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I’m on hold with transport adapté (para transit). It wasn’t that far I thought, going to IGA to buy kale and maybe a can of chick peas. I got halfway down the block, dropped my empty cloth bag, sat on the window ledge of a weird consignment store, looked at the moon, turned around, and went home. Too far. I’m going to have to find some mysterious reserves in my kitchen. And call TA for my appointment tomorrow that I was just going to take the bus to.

Its ok though, I have the ocean in my mind’s eye, that peaceful force that comes and goes and comes and goes no matter what the silly humans are doing. I’m going to get a scooter here and my life will completely change. I’m going to get one tomorrow. Forever. And drive wherever the fuuuuck I want. Forever.

And then I’ll say…
I’ll take care of you arthritis, I’ll love you with sugar instead of trying to shrivel you up with salt like slugs on a yuppy’s patio. I’ll love you til you’re no longer insecure and don’t feel the need to make your presence known. I’ll love you and keep you warm and oiled like a motor, not cut you out like some unwanted blemish on a skin-fascist’s face. I’ll love you til you get bored of me and move on. We’ll say goodbye one day, arthritis, until then I’ll be here, booking rides and eating freezer burned vegetables and old tofu, looking up scooters on my phone.

With the ocean in my mind’s eye.

I’m back bitches! Time to edit lots of video and audio to make a nice l’il Underwater City demo video for y’all. Also, lots of half-written things to be finished and shared with your yearning senses:) Hapy to be back in mtl with a fresh spirit and perspective!

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Repacking is much less fun;) on ee voir bien tôt mtl!

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Realizing you can’t really listen to music on the skytrain in Vancouver because someone’s always going to talk about the weather or how you’re doing or winning the jackpot as the ticket dispensing machine spits out your change. Friendly older folks dig ma scoot.

Poetry recasts words too dangerous to write. Omissions know the truth.

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I get cranky before I write. Like everything has to be perfect, like I have to burn the right amount of incense, like I have to avoid the right amount of words said to anyone, like I have to place the right amount of folded blanket under my knees and play the right Chopin Nocturne. And have the right level of pain – that pushes me, makes me a bit anxious, but not enough to distract me. Its my inspiration. She’s my inspiration. Those eyes with the impossibly long lashes, the webs of truth and age-old knowledge spun in the blue-green stare that says I love you and I will always love you, and we’ll probably never be together in all senses of the word.

We’re together as she tugs at my bones, winding and twisting, nagging at me to move, to stay still, to be in water, to get out already, to worship her, to ignore her. I can’t ignore her. We’re together as we travel from town to smile past box stores and sky-covered fields. Stay with me she hints, never saying it but with her eyes. Leave before I get busy so I can mourn your departure one more time. We know it won’t be the last.

Her name is whispered on the lips of local carnivores, licked and yearned after. Desired and reviled. I can’t do more than reflect on the right to remain silent and love in a time of punishment. Offer my hand when she is near and my ear when I am not. What we have is lasting

but

sparse.

beefranck:

toolateadopter:

beefranck:

muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

I can’t stop laughing at this and I’m not even sure why.

“We have to talk about Jerry. I just don’t think he’s going to make the grade we’ve come to expect around here.”

“CARL! CARL, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! THE SUN IS HIDING IN THIS LITTLE METAL HOUSE!”

“I rest my case.”

“CARL! CARL! CARL!”

“Do. Something.”

“CAAAAARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL!”

“Or I will.”

CRYING

beefranck:

toolateadopter:

beefranck:

muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

I can’t stop laughing at this and I’m not even sure why.

“We have to talk about Jerry. I just don’t think he’s going to make the grade we’ve come to expect around here.”

“CARL! CARL, YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! THE SUN IS HIDING IN THIS LITTLE METAL HOUSE!”

“I rest my case.”

“CARL! CARL! CARL!”

“Do. Something.”

“CAAAAARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLL!”

“Or I will.”

CRYING