Don’t Bug Me I’m Really Frickin’ Stressed Over….
PLUS I just discoverd how ice cream cones are made.
There’s only two people I have to shop for, Mr. Scout and Scout Junior. Some of us get stressed easier then others…that would be yours truly. Yep, nerves of glass when it comes to some things.
I’ve been trying to get things in order as I leave for Hawaii for four months on Tuesday (ya, ya, shoot me and put me out of your misery). I’ve got a copper smudge bowl due in at a native art gallery and my angle grinder broke (the finishing is long and ardous so involves the ‘electric muscles’, it’s banged out by hand must to the consternation of my rotator cuffs). Our grown up kid’s birthday was last week but Mr. Scout and I both had colds so didn’t shop for her and didn’t get to have supper with her. My cold lasted longer and I had a fever up until yesterday.
Today I made it into North Vancouver, and surprise of all surprises the ferry wasn’t overflowing. Whew! I paced myself pretty well but my hands were shaking almost all day. There was no way in hell I could find a parking spot in front of LaLaCitrusfruit to get the kid the yoga pants she wants (what the fuck is wrong with just plain old sweat pants??? ah well, once never a fashion slave, never a fashion slave). That made an easy decision…cash in the card and a ‘go get them yourself’.
My fave industrial supply shop didn’t have all the sanding discs I wanted but that’s o.k., I can wing some together from old ones, and they did have the super fine finish ones I really require. CBC Radio was playing something about ‘you know who’ , who shot the women at Ecole Polytechnique, and I don’t want to hear his name again, that’s why my daughter and I contributed to the Woman’s Monument Project in Vancouver, so the names of the women who were killed would be remembered. Off went the radio, I travelled in silence with my bouvier. Glad I brought her along as I can leave the keys in the truck with all my shit and no one’s going to dare try anything. This makes it handy time-wise. No keys to pull, no windows or doors to lock.
Parking everywhere was easy as i remembered to manifest it before hand….works like a charm, save forgetting to do so at LaLaCiitrusFruits. Had time to stop in and see a friend. She knows everyone in the world and gave me some insence (geeze, I almost said incest) from the Dali Lama. Cool. Drove up to daughter’s and handed her the card with cash in it and she loved it….green is her favorite colour….a lot of kids raised on this island rebell and go into legite things….she’s studying to be a carp, I mean, stockbroker.
We realized this would be the last time we would see each other for a while. We hugged and started crying in each other’s arms. She asked when I was coming back and I said the end of April. We both sobbed harder and she said that was like 5 months. I said no, it was four. She said NO, IT’S FIVE. I said NO IT’S FOUR! Then we started laughing at the little tiff but I wondered if this mother/daughter shit ever ends. She’s probably wondering if this daugher/mother bit ever ends.
I got back on the ferry and there was a couple of my fave seniors aboard. I sat with them and their crowd and the one guy started bugging me in fun. I loved it. I bugged hiim back. Then one of the local developers walked by and tried his best not to snarl at me as i had just posted something on our local internet forum about how stupid council is for continuuing to buy the bullshit of developers , and had pointed some of their stupid ploys out for the umpteenth time. The developers are afraid the majority may just actually believe myself and others one day as we have them nailed. He couldn’t do a full snarl as the senior guy is jovial and threw a crack his way. The developer is lucky , real lucky, he didn’t try to non-fun bug me!
I got home and lit the inscence and had an email from a native sister in Montana asking me to say prayers for her and her husband. Things like that always happen. The timing is always right. My prayers are done (no no no, not where you bend down on your knees and make your hands into the shape of a ‘here’s the church, here’s the steeple, open the doors and see all the people’ shape kind of prayers. It’s much more involved and blah blah blah.
Mr. Scout was asleep when I got home. Good, I didn’t feel like talking. Not that he’s …..oh never mind.
Now I have a little bit of time to go to friend’s blogs and comment….or not. I won’t have time to make all the regular rounds, hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to cruise the block and drop in to see everyone.
My Christmas shopping for two people is done (what was I freaking about…it’s not like I buy reems of presents for them!!!). And I’m not sure whether I’ll eat another ice cream cone for a whle…even in Hawaii.