I saw some pictures of a relative’s home and it looks incredible. It’s sparkling clean and part of the reason is she’s getting ready to sell it. I’m told with 3 kids they still keep everything neat and tidy. It looks so pristine and could probably be on the cover of some home decor magazine.
Which brings me to my condo which is ahem… the opposite. It’s not a slum but I won’t exactly call it guest ready. If you want to stress me out, just tell me you’re in the neighbourhood and would love to drop in. The other day I had a video call. I cleaned up up my place the night before so it won’t look too bad. I even checked to see what my laptop’s camera could see. Whew…. close call.
I think if I won the lottery, I would buy a second home. One for the sloppy me and one when I need to entertain. I think I need counseling. Or a maid.
He’s a 5 year old boy – a member of my extended family. He also has some psychic abilities. His parents noticed orbs floating around his bed when he was just a baby. A family friend explained to them what they were. When the child could talk, he would sometimes point to an empty spot in the room and say “he’s there” and then “he’s gone”. His parents have been very calm about his ability and don’t make a big fuss out of it. The other day, his parents asked him what he wanted for his birthday. They expected him to say another Lego set. Instead, he told his dad “I want God to bring your grandfather back.”
His father was puzzled and asked if he meant the kid’s grandfather. He said “No daddy, your grandfather, not my grandfather.” His parents aren’t religious and he hasn’t been exposed to any religious teachings. The father’s grandfather passed away years before the kid was born. After a brief chat with their son, the parents find out the dad’s grandfather “visits” frequently.
I thought his ability would diminish as he gets older but maybe it won’t. His grandmother also has some of these gifts. It’s her father who is the one “visiting” his great grandson.
These things have always intrigued me so I find all of this fascinating.
I just got off the phone with an ex-colleague. It was a very long call – over 90 minutes. She called me earlier in the day while I was walking home but I missed it. The odd thing is that I was thinking of her yesterday. She called again when I got home. We always got along very well at work but we have never met each other. We did eventually meet for lunch and had a wonderful time.
She asked me how I was doing and I gave her a quick update. Her voice though sounded a bit slurred. Was she drinking? Then she told me that when she went in to check on her migraines, they told her she has an unruptured brain aneurysm. Because of where it is in her brain, it is very difficult, if not impossible to treat. The doctors said it could rupture in a week or a year, there’s just no way to tell. So she’s been running around trying to settle her affairs. I listened as she calmly went on talking about the doctors, the insurance forms, work, her family, her funeral plans and her dog. She spoke about her life, her parents, her brother who passed away at 18 in a car accident and all the questions she still had about life.
She told me while she was doing all of this, she heard her guardian angel reminding her to connect with old friends. So I was one of the people she called. As we were winding down, I asked if there was anything I could do for her. She asked to have lunch with her and so that’s what we’re gonna do in a couple of weeks.
I was sitting at a bench near the entrance of the library while waiting for a colleague. Standing near me was a well dressed and good looking Asian boy (14 or 15?) with a “Samurai pony tail”. He looked stylish and poised. His black rim glasses added a touch of maturity. He had an iced coffee in his hand and and was looking at his phone. I was a bit early so I got my notebook out to make some notes for my meeting.
When I looked up again, I saw the boy looking towards the front door with a big smile on his face. I looked over and there was another Asian boy who looked like a member of a Korean boy band. They both had the biggest smiles as they walked towards each other. It was quite cute to watch. The first boy gave the second one the ice coffee drink. The second boy looked surprised and smiled even more. There was just a hint of a blush and also a very discreet nod of the head from the second boy.
It was neat to see what looked like a genuine, open friendship. But it also reminded me that I didn’t have that when I was their age.
Me: Come to bed with me, don’t play hard to get again. I love to wrap my hands around you.
Sleep: You slave – keep begging.
Me: You’re my master and you own me.
Sleep: That’s a good start but you’re not worthy of my company. I want you to spill secrets.
Me: You already know my secrets.
Sleep: But your readers don’t. Hahaha…
Me: They know me already.
Sleep: But not those deep, dark secrets. Well, if you don’t want my company then I have other things to do.
Me: You prick, I’m taking my meds.
Sleep: No you won’t. You need to get up early and you have a busy day.
Me: I’ll get a couple of espressos.
Sleep: You’ll still be groggy. Just spill some secrets and I’ll be get in bed with you. Just close your eyes and imagine how delicious I am.
This is the kind of crap I go through most nights. No secrets yet… maybe another time. But what would you like to know?
My body has been out of rhythm for awhile now. I’ve had foot problems since my 20s and had to wear orthotics to address pronation problems my flat feet. Now I’ve got some pain in one of the joints of my second toe (capsulitis). I had it last year but it went away when I got new orthotics and new shoes. My podiatrist suggested getting new shoes again with more cushioning in the midsole and less toe lift. The orthotics are still in decent shape. It can be painful walking sometimes and unlike last summer, my daily morning walks has stopped and my weight is slowly climbing back up. It’s just so frustrating.
My shoulder and thumb are slowly healing. Once it fully heals, I can start lifting some weights. I had an eye infection (stye) but thanks to some antibiotic eye drops, this is now going away. I also have a bit of a stomach flu but it was mild compared to the food poisoning I picked up Singapore. Hopefully it be gone by the weekend.
I need to find the fountain of youth.
On the subway train this morning, there was a motorized cart that looked like a motorcycle or scooter. I was admiring it and didn’t notice the passengers around me when I sat down. My seat was 90 degrees to another seat. Think of the letter “L”. I was on the bottom of the L and the other seat was on the side of the “L” So I sat facing “north” and the other passenger who sat in front of me faced “east”. It was a man who was quite disheveled, with somewhat dirty clothes and the smell of whiskey.
He turned to face me and extended his hand to shake mine. His hand poked out of a rumpled jacket. I shook his hand and noticed he had a firm handshake. He leaned over and asked if I was from Korea. I told him I’m from Toronto. He then asked if I knew (insert Korean name) who was a Tae Kwan Do master. I said no. He leaned towards me and put his hand on my forearm. Aside from him being filthy I didn’t sense any danger. The subway car was not packed but there were a lot of people. He then shook my hand again and thanked me for not breaking his neck.
Then he got a bottle of whiskey out and offered it to me. I politely decline. He started talking about something before launching into a song. When the next stop came, I got up and told him this was my stop. Just as the train came to a stop, I heard him shouting to someone “What the f* are you staring at?”.
At the platform, I took out a sanitary wipe from my knapsack and cleaned my hands and forearms. I was on my way to see a doctor for an eye infection and didn’t want to accidentally scratch my eye.
I think when people see my big head, they must think I’m very approachable. But my big head has not charmed any handsome, athletic, cute guys.