and the rest of the world- chaos,
circling your winter boat.
Ahh Spring. The time of year I cycle back to last year's thread-bare clothes, wondering how much more mileage one pair of faded cotton shorts, ripped jeans or fraying Tevas can offer. Caught in the conundrum of wearing what I clearly should not, or having to face the dismaying thought, strip myself down to rawest fiber- and *sigh* endure change-rooms yet again. I do it all for those who must be seen in my company. I trust you appreciate this.
Of course I'd rather be a dog. One outfit for life, no shopping, able to roll in whatever lovely filth I find, picking up a gross assemblage of smells, and loving myself all the more for it. Once a year perhaps I'd get shaved down for summer, and I'd have to endure a few baths. I can dig it.
I was thinking about this problem aloud the other day, musing about that grey company polo shirt issued FREE a couple months ago. No, it does not fit me right, and no- it's not my personal idea of attractive, but- it came free, and it saves all the shopping, shipping and handling hassles. So as in the past, I've been prepared to consider it. I was informed that the missing shirt was "put away." On further examination, "put away" proved to mean- "put in a green bin deep in the closet where you'll never find it, and hence it will be deemed not-worn, and hence, it will be discarded in due course."
I nodded, because this is really just saving me from myself, but I did venture to ask if there were other items of mine in the bin. Yes, I was told. Hmm, I said.
I'm a little behind in personal matters. Yes taxes, always taxes. That's not news. But also in insurance matters. I landed in BC and acquired content insurance right away (think of the bike!), but neglected to change over my vehicle insurance until my birthday. I have neglected for a full calendar year to cancel the content insurance and vehicle insurance I was also paying in Ontario. (ahem). Well, I meant to, but you know- I've been busy.
Anyway- every few months, I'd look at my bank account, and notice that money still coming out, as regular as fleas in springtime. Well, I have finally got this handled, and my BC premiums will also drop about 40% to normal highway robbery levels, instead of the grand larceny being practiced here for the last 6 months.
huzzah!
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Post-Script: and another thing about Vancouver- despite exhorbitant food prices, you cannot acquire, for any price- good spinach. You can get the semi-tasteless flat-leaf kind, and you can get soggy canned spinach (a step up from the fresh), but you cannot get that earthy, tangy, looks like it just went through a chemical-bath bubbly leaved kind of spinach I just love. Last night in desperation, I bought some canned spinach. We gobbled it hungrily. We are so spinach-deprived here.
Please send spinach!!
