I recently decided to refresh our living room. Well…. actually that is not true. I decided to refresh my living room about 2 months ago, and only recently did something about it recently. Which was posting our existing furniture on Craig’s List. A nice young couple decided they wanted our coffee table, but didn’t have a car and asked me to deliver.
Well, considering I asked $100 for a table – ad they agreed to – that I thought I would only get $50 for, I didn’t have a problem dropping it off. It was only across downtown a bit. So, after they came to our place to see it, we agreed we’d meet at their house in half an hour. They took the bus, so we beat them there. Just for the record – we couldn’t drive them because the car was full of coffee table. We aren’t bad people!
Anyways, while we sat in our car outside their apartment in the West End (where there is no parking), we noticed a couple standing on the sidewalk eating grapes together. They looked a bit impatient but were just generally chilling eating their grapes. It seemed weird.
As we watched them a little longer, we realized they were waiting for something or someone. And then it finally dawned on us what they were doing there.
July 15th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: We aren’t on the ferry, people! Leave a little space.
I wake up early. Not as early as some, but early. As the summer season starts to swing into action, tourist season begins. As someone who recently was cruising, seeing the cruise ships sail in and out of the port is pretty cool. They are usually pulling in when I get up. And then pulling out after their port of call in Vancouver when I get home from work.There is something special living in a tourist destination. Sometimes I hate the crowds, but other times, I feel smug that I live somewhere that people pay money to visit.
May 9th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I am somewhere people want to be. That’s worth remembering.
Today I am thinking about summer. It’s been so sunny – but cool – hints of what is to come. A summer of possibilities and reasons to go places. I’m looking forward to this summer, and the hope to see more, and promises of friends and family to visit.
I’m talking about possibilities a lot, I know. I’m getting into my grove finding my place, feeling better, getting to see the light often.
On the West Coast, Ferries represent freedom, isolation, destined to somewhere special. I love riding one, with the wind whipping at my hair, watching the kids walking against the wind. The seasoned travellers who have a routine. We’re all going some place together.
April 30th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: A ferry to any where is a good day. And I am going places.
I like riding the sky train on weekends – when you can find a seat and its not so crowded. I had a whole day planned. From Waterfront to Edmonds – to accompany my grandpa to the bank – he was opening a TFSA and wanted moral support. After lunch and things, I was going to take the train from Edmonds to Metrotown (I was considering not paying for those two stops – I’m a bad person) for a little shopping because I desperately needed some more shoes. Then I was going to go from Metrotown back to Waterfront.
The first segment of my trip worked out perfectly – I managed to reduce my unread emails on m phone from 189 to 77 during the ride. Then I got a bit of exercise walking from the station to my grandpa’s place. Off to the bank – where the gentleman helping us was great and spoke to my grandpa, not to me. Then Emile decided to join us for lunch.
This is where things went off the rails. I was going to take the train back to Metrotown, but instead decided to get Emile to drop me there. So, as I bent into our car – our low car – I felt loose and breeze.
April 6th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: My nice tight skinny jeans split right up the back!
It’s April – and I remember the old adage of “April Showers brings May Flowers”, but April 1st was beautiful. So beautiful and inspiring that more people were out on their bicycles. I don’t own a bicycle for many reasons that mostly sound like excuses, but I respect that I have to – and should have to – share the road with them.
But I have a problem – bicyclists tend to be of split personalities. If it suits them at the time to be a pedestrian, they use crosswalks and sidewalks. If it suits them to be a vehicle, they are in the bike lanes and signalling. But worst of all, they switch back and forth making it difficult for a driver like me – who really doesn’t want to hit a bicyclist – to predict how the traffic is going to move.
You can’t use a crosswalk to the sidewalk and then make a sharp left in front of me to turn into a bike lane. Well, you can, but you better hope that I am paying really really close attention about what you are doing. And while that helmet may be colourful and stylish and somewhat protective, it’s going to take a pounding if I hit you.
April 1st, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Trying to save the earth too, one bicyclist at a time.
(sorry for the gross generalization, but it can’t be too offensive if it seems to hold true)
I am usually in my car at 7 am every morning to head to work. Maybe a little later, but around that time. I have spent a lot of time in my car in the last 12 months. Mostly reading maps and and figuring how long we were from our next stop in Saskatchewan.
And now I spent about an hour a day in that car as I commute to work.
Of late, I have spent too little time in bed before getting into the car again, so that has caused me to spent too much time wasting money in the Starbucks drive-thru line at Cordova and Powell.
I hate sitting in that line for 3 reasons:
I am wasting money on tea that I could easily have made at home, but was too lazy to do so
I am burning minutes that I could be in transit to work which is why I got up so early in the morning in the first place
My car has an annoying rattle when it idles, and I am embarrassed by it
On this Monday when I got in, I blearily mentally reviewed what I was tackling when I got into work this week.
Despite my best intentions, my occupied brain didn’t notice when my hands turned left into the Starbucks. Again. Sigh.
March 25th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: No rattle in my car because my husband fixed it on Saturday. Ah, the Sounds of Silence.