soiled, soft and wet.

The previous evening's rain led me to think that our abandoned mattress (along with our abandoned easy chair which I failed to mention earlier) would be staring us in the face for many days to come, scalding our hearts with shame, unwanted by all. Oh, but how wrong I was. Somehow, while I was away at work, these unwanted furniture items have disappeared.

A big thank you to the mysterious owner(s) of the hands that lifted these things out of my life.

freedom.

Rather than make any effort to get rid of it, my co-habitant and I simply hauled a stained old mattress to the sidewalk and slapped a "FREE!" sign to it.

They do it to raise 'Zombie Awareness'.

I've got Zombies on the mind these days. I think that I must have gotten too close to the 'Zombie Walk' that passed me by when I was in Edmonton a few weeks ago.

some facts.

So, I've been hanging my hat at a new abode. This abode is shared with a foxy roomie and I have nicknamed the place 'The Lovenasium'. This abode is small, but that's okay. I'm quite pleased with these new living arrangements.

Also you should know that I now work out of doors on certain days. Indoors on others as well. Sometimes I shovel rocks/soil and weed gardens, other times I sell mass quantities of Oprah-approved books. Both noble occupations.

Lastly, The other day I woke up with Falco whispering in my ear asking to be rocked by Amadeus.

That's all the merits mentioning for now.

stupid restaurant concept

In my early morning slumber I dreamt that my family was driving through the mountains. Presumably we were all a bit younger again in this dream. At least it seemed that way. Anyways, the mountains were looming above us with their imposing precipices and my Dad decided that we should stop at a restaurant to eat. At the restaurant he asked what they had to eat, the waitress began yelling at him that we hadn't brought our own food and how were they supposed to cook us a meal if we didn't give them something to cook with. In the dream, it occurred to the much younger version of me that this was possibly the worst concept for a restaurant that I had ever heard.

two

My two feet took me far. I spend time daydreaming about buying a step-counter. After a long day I could say, "I took 4518 steps today. Impressed?". People would reply, "Yes, very much so!"

This would never happen.

I'm a cowboy without a horse.

My bicycle and I have gone our separate ways. On my morning commute, certain pieces snapped and/or jammed and the bike tossed me. I kicked it hard. Some profanities were yelled.

Beating and cursing an inanimate object on a busy street is an embarassing way to start the day.

I guess that it's just me and new Blundstones for now.

Norco Mountaineer
(c. 1992-2008)