Dear Diary,
Today I slept in. Today I ate too much salad. Today I made
myself a wonderful corn beef and swiss cheese and honey mustard
and mayonaise sammich. I ate ruffled chips with my sammich.
I fed my cat some kitten chopped chicken moist food mixed
with dry food and cleaned her dish in the dish washer.
I did laundry and I washed the kitchen floor. Chores are hard
and tiring! I know that while living in Silicon Valley
that many people hired maids to do their chores for them
rather than cleaning up after their own mess just cause
they were too busy to ever apply themselves to that. I always
did my boyfriend's laundry and cleaned up after him. I never
felt it to be submissive or demeaning in any way. I just
enjoyed taking care of him.
Friends came over at around 8:30 and we drove out to the Franklin
D. Roosevelt memorial. We ran through wet rocks. We scared
Sweedish Tourists. We pinched Lady Roosevelt's butt (tho she
seemingly had none). We lay on the concrete of the canal wall
with our heads tilted back over the edge and stared at the
Washington and Jefferson monnuments upside down and backwards
in the reflection of the water. The sky moved fast. The stars
were quickly obscured. Tourists thought us to be unusual and
took as many pictures of our antics as they did of the waterfall
monument itself. We got in the poor line and sat in the lap of
the woman who was with the man who should have had a pitchfork.
We danced and immitated dance.
We then drove over to the Canadian Consulate to check out the echo
chamber. But before we could shout and impress each other or the
person we thought had yet to experience it; we found a rat. Or
a mouse. Or a baby rat. It was so small. I picked her up as she tried
to shimmy and claw her way up a pole. So small. Not scared.
She cuddled in my hand. She nibbled at bit at one point but did
not break the skin.
We were at a crossroads.
We couldn't just leave the baby there. She would be eaten or stepped
on or hit by a car or cooked by someone. Perhaps she was someone's
pet. Perhaps just a lost baby. But how did she climb up the steps
to get all the way up there? What do we do with her? Could we
make it to walmart and get a cage in time before it closed? What
do mice eat? Its a rat damnit! Look at her tail. Maybe her mom
is around here. Perhaps its a pet of someone who works here?
Is the door open? Its a consulate dummy. Oh wait, does that mean
we are in Canada right now?
Groan.
So we walked a bit and then she kamakazi leaped off someone shoulder
on to the ground and scampered towards Pennsylvania avenue. I plucked
her up and pitched her softly into the brush. She ran back and forth
the length of it a few times and finally once of my friends convinced
me to let her just stay.
I mean, would you want to live in a cage? Even if you did have a
little wheel to run around in, for a very long time or would you
rather have exciting freedom if even for a short while.
We did not name the baby but we trusted natured and left her.
A sober Giant run, how odd. Plucking salad mix from the shelves
and incuring a semantic arguement regarding the late night effects
of caffine. I read the magazines but did not buy them. Restraint
is becoming effective step by slow step.
We came back and watched Prayer for the Rollerboys and munched with
sunflower seed coverings and red grapes. Got frustrated with
the proper rules to play How to be a Millionaire and gravitated
to playing Scattegories instead while I downloaded slowly, slowly,
slowly the new Flash 5.
It was 1am when I got a call from an intoxicated friend who was in the
neighbourhood. He needed a place to sober up for a few hours and
I invited him over. He didn't participate in our game rather just
groaned at the ease of questions and at our obvious blunders at
fouling up the answers.
He passed out for a bit and my keeton tried to eat his underarm.
Everyone left and now the keeton is sleeping on my baby blanket.
My baby blanket is perhaps the oldest thing I own, all ragtagged
in its underlayer. Orange and red checkers. I still sleep
with it everynight. Not as a security blanket, just as a regular
layer to keep me warm as the nights are getting colder.
I just realized I did not dry my wash of the day so I have no
pillow covers.
Above is the cat toy I found in the garbage. I believe it was used
in the corner of someones room and when they moved out they ditched it.
I nabbed it and that is my cat fluttering about the left handside of it.
I hope tomorrow will be a better day!
love, Kelowna
This is my days diary.
There is not much thought to this.
This is not an egotistical rant.
This is not a call for attention and appriciation for my unique state of
mind and/or boring rants about society and social interactions.
I repeat, this is not a call for attention and appriciation for my unique
state of mind and/or boring rants about society and social interactions.
If this were truely a call for attention and appriciation for my unique
state of mind and/or boring rants about society and social interactions
you would have clearly analyzed it as such and disposed of it after quickly
mocking it, yawning or thinking that I was fantastically unique.
