Day 2

Yes. Yes I know. It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Too long.

I suppose it boils down to the fact that instead of writing about life - I’ve actually been living it as of late. The veil of confusion that has been blurring everything - like when you try on someone else’s glasses - has now has lifted - and in it’s place clarity.

But this evening I find myself at home reflecting on my day - day #2 spent without my partner in crime. He’s on assignment in Uganda…researching his latest project…which leaves me alone for 10 days…alternating between complete excitement for him and complete worry for him…with the realisation that this is perhaps what you sign on for when you fall for a socially responsible morally wonderful beautiful human being…and are not for one moment distracted by anything that sparkles.

I admit that 10 days isn’t a lifetime or anything - but also now realise how much we talk each day - talk about big things…important things…and talk about nothing at all really. And it’s those everyday musings - the ones I often swear are my inner voice but are instead coming right on out of my mouth at him that will be lost…so for the next 10 days my dear…I will be updating you here…with the incessant nothing ramblings of my day…leaving the important things for emails - the not-so-important things for all to see here.

So tonight was all about me shop-shop-shopping myself happy. First stop - shoes. Rows and rows of cute shoes. Me. Cute shoes. Enter sassy shoe salesmen. You know how I hate when I get ma’am-ed? I mean I’m hardly a ma’am…(nor a lady upon reflection I suppose) but you know what I got tonight? DOLL. He “dolled” me. As in “finding everything you need doll?” and all I could think of is if he had some sort of muddled accent like - well - yours - it would sound cute and somewhat sophisticated and I would have turned a million shade of red. But it wasn’t cute. And then I didn’t want to buy shoes from him at all. But then I found a pair of brown ones I really really liked – and well - you know how brown is the new black for me…and then - I found this other pair that I just really loved…and the thing is normally you are there to say “get those ones - they look better” but tonight I realise I can no longer be trusted to make such difficult decisions on my own so - I bought them both. Bought them both doll.

And then it was time for the dreaded Wal-mart experience - as I have run out of all household products at once…and I am in a packed Wal-mart chock-full of screaming children – having my usual I-am-too-pretty-for-this meltdown - trying to pretend its London where you told me to just put my head down and bash into people without any sort of apology or Canadian politeness - which I tried - but of course nowhere in London do I recall the people so yucky and smelling so bad. Why is it that Wal-mart shoppers and batheing do not go hand-in-hand? What is with the correlation there? I mean granted I shop there – and I do pride myself in my outstanding personal hygiene and love all things perfume (though never ever body spray do you hear me future fashion designers?) and just wish that these people could return me that one small favour. I swear the entire store smelled like feet and I wanted to puke - but I did save like what - a whole $1.32 so all in all well worth 45 minutes of parmesan cheese smell.

So now I am home giving myself a pedicure (in never-ending quest to be perfectly polished from head-to-toe and so as to avoid any sort of foot smell while looking lovely in new open–toed sandals for tomorrow) and writing this never-ending blog entry. And the thing is I am alone…but not lonely - there are people with whom I could connect – but they all seem a bit mundane right now...especially when I’d rather relish in my thoughts. And so I sit. I paint. I write. Very blue-green for a self-proclaimed red-yellow wouldn’t you say?
~G