a peek inside the fishbowl

This weekend was totally jam-packed. It feels like it was a long weekend, maybe because the hubbub all started on Friday.

Friday morning

We were expecting guests for dinner (Veg Next Door and family!) and in the morning I was busy giving the house a last-minute hoover. But what I wasn’t really counting on was how much two other visitors were going to throw a wrench into my timing.

The first was a guy to come look at our basement. We’re finally getting quotes on getting it finished. He was great, but the whole thing took much longer than I expected. The second was a photographer from a local paper. He came over to take a photo of me for an article. (!) He arrived right on time, but you know what, I hadn’t even showered that day.  (It was the basement guy’s fault!) Lucky for me, the photographer was a very talented and patient fellow. He pulled my desk out from the wall (it’s on wheels), as well as the stand I have for my CPU and my printer, and hunkered down behind it to take my portrait. This was all well and good, but, sadly, my lacksadaisical housekeeping was revealed when a storm of dust bunnies came loose from underneath the furniture and threatened to swallow us both.

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If I had to choose three words to describe me I would say that I am …

Ha! Your notes about all of your ex-boyfriends were a hoot. There’s some great stuff there.

How ironic, that the number of that post was ‘1991.’ That was the year I graduated from high school.

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On holiday Monday we decided to go for walk. We parked right off Westboro Beach and walked along the river, and after awhile we turned around and walked back to the beach. This is where I suddenly found myself face-to-face with one of my ex-boyfriends from high school.

I looked up to see this guy looking straight at me, pointing at me. He was only a few metres in front of me. I don’t think he said anything right away. My reaction was the same. I pointed back. In my brain there was a flicker of recognition, but I didn’t say anything either. Momentarily tongue-tied, I couldn’t place him right away. But within about 2.5 seconds it all came back to me.

It’s always strange to see people so far out of context. Something weird happens to space and time in those first few seconds. It sort of collapses upon itself, doesn’t it?

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