Other Side

Finished my last shift in the pouring rain. Y'know, if you have toasty dry feet the rain can be very nice-- especially the warm rain that's pouring down right now (and has been for the last four hours, I might add). The cherry blossoms that have opened are bravely hanging on despite cold nights and heavy rain, heads hanging patiently in all this grey. The pear blossoms on my walk home are still waiting to open, they're white beads now and so they're not worried about this downpour.

I admire my foresight in buying a vinyl kilt which I can wear tonight-- with my tall boots it will keep my bottom half dry in line, and the umbrella should be good for the top.

An email came yesterday which asked me to help teach a class for a couple of hours on Sunday. A permaculture class. I will get paid a tiny bit, but more importantly I'm on someone's list as a go-to person for this sort of thing -- and this person lives in Vancouver. Between Paul asking me about dryland agroforestry species (I almost said 'I'm a pacific northwest vegetable gardener, I've never even been to dryland climates, but then I realised I actually had a lot of info stored up there) and this I am hopeful and happy.

I admire my foresight in having a warm boyfriend to dry off with in bed. Ta ta.

Waiting For...

...citizenship (sent in a month ago, they should send an acknowledgement of receipt of application within four more months), an evaluation of application sometime after that.

...bcit response to appliction, they should send an acknowledgement of receipt within two weeks, an acceptance sometime after that.

...masquerade info to pass on to a friend.

...moving stuff, Angus should figure out more details within the month.

...work stuff, I will initiate info-seeking on details next week.

...garden stuff, dependent on moving stuff.

...rat stuff, dependent on my breeding partner's situation and my moving situation.

...last paycheck, half of tuition, this was my last day so I should get it within awhile.

...sewing inspiration, I know what I want to make, sewing machine is in storage until we move or I go get it.

...driver's license, on hold until mom comes back from Peru.

...masquerade costume info, on hold till Andi and I have time to pow-wow (name a day next week, Andi?)

...garden stuff, dependent on time to go out and see Ellen.

...seeing friends, dependent on Angus being awake enough while I'm home to schedule.

...scarification touch-up, I will initiate contact with Elwood after scheduling with Angus.

...yoga & hooping, scheduled when moving situation is decided upon.

...bike-buying, dependent on second paycheque for budgeting.

So much to do, I am twitchy about it, but this second I am bored with nothing to do!

Mmmmrr

Fantastic concert. Lovely company. However, I HURT. In the last 24 hours I have been standing for, um, 18 hours, and I have slept for 2 (the remainder were an hour posting to lj, half an hour looking over my website, half an hour tickling very baby rats, twenty minutes watching a ted talk, half an hour showering and getting dressed, and the remainder eating, sometimes while talking to Angus).

My lower back is unhappy with me. My feet are unhappy with me. I am happy with me. I am now warm and dry and have nothing else to do today. I have two hours of work (plus transit time) tomorrow, helping teach a garden prep workshop. I can spend nighttime in bed with Angus! I can sleep in and eat breakfast slowly! I can lie in bed when I wake up and listen to the rain outside and/or people cheering for the Vancouver-USA gold medal men's hockey game! I can poke rat bellies!

And I can catch up with some people again before I start work!

I've been thinking lately that I never transcend myself enough to be part of a mob. I can transcend my human-feeling-ness to feel like part of a world, a web, and an ecosystem. I can feel like part of a small unit, a couple or partnership. I can feel powerful as an individual. I always get stuck wondering what all these weird people are doing in a crowd, though-- even when I am doing the same thing.

Goodness, but I'm tired. Night-O.